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Maya, an omega, has been a victim of bullying since she turned sixteen and was found out to be without the wolf gene or trait. Her chief tormentors were the three sons of the Lycan King who ruled over the entire werewolf regions, taking into captive colonies that defied his order. After being set up by a jealous classmate, Maya is beaten and left for dead at the borders of their pack by the king’s three sons, who told the pack that she had been captured by some rogues. Maya is saved by a witch who adopted and drilled her on the ways of the ancient magic and sorcery, whilst encouraging and preparing her for a huge revenge plan which threatens to upset the balance of the world and unleash the great threads of darkness seven years later when she returns to her previous pack to perpetrate justice on her tormentors. She comes at a crossroads when she discovers her true heritage and that her mate was the biggest bully there ever was, Adam Brekans, eldest son of the lycan king. What happens now? Would Maya continue on her quest for revenge? Or would she submit to the threads of love so that peace could reign?

The Play-Toy Of Three Lycan Kings

I opened my eyes slowly, drowsily, sexily.

Adam smiled down at me, touched his finger gently to my swollen lips, caressed it for a little second, before replacing the finger with his lips. A peck, and another.

I blinked to bring him into focus. My body was locked with his; I could feel him, thick and heavy, buried deep within the tightness of my core.

His smile was lazy and sated, his blue eyes holding masculine satisfaction that he had done so much more than simply please me. He looked as if he might start purring over his own prowess.

I found my smile hovering too close to the surface.

He was moving again with slow, languid strokes that kept heat scorching my body, keeping my nipples pressing into the muscles of his chest. The flickering lights of the dim bulb hanging at the hollow top of the cave illuminated the fine sheen of sweat on his skin. His thick hair was slightly damp, falling around his face, lending him the look of a pirate.

Sex In A Cave II