A. Vitiosis

In the year 2333, humanity has fallen and ruled by werewolves. Bellatrix Sinclair, an 18-year-old weapons prodigy that despises werewolves for destroying her family has been secretly planning to join the human rebellion.
However, she is forced into the Mate Selection Process and matched with Lazarus De Loughrey, the ruthless Werewolf King obsessed with claiming her.
He shouldn't want her and she should hate him but they cannot resist each other. It's a twisted connection, entirely physical because all I am is his slave.
My heart should belong to my best friend Emmett, a human. Atleast the guilt of betrayal wouldn't be eating away at my insides.
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“Yes please.” She begs.
“Then fucking let me in.” I growled, this fury exploding with vengeance. I wanted to destroy her pussy.
It was maddening, it was sickening, it was barbaric.
But I never claimed to be saint.
“Here that baby, that’s the sound of your greedy pussy sucking on my cock. Give me more, drench me.”
“Lazarus.” She moans painfully, “Please let me come.”
I’m doused in gasoline and set alight, sweat coats my skin as I pound into her faster and harder. I’m definitely hurting her, “Wanna come?” I rasped, “Not until I say so.”
Pressing my lips onto hers, pushing my tongue into her mouth until I feel the sweetness of hers. The kiss is sloppy and filthy. She cries as I drive my cock into her, the intensity too much to handle, sweet tears sliding onto her cheeks.
“Fuck yes.” I smile sadistically, licking her tears. “Cry for me Ma Cherie.”
“Please, please let me come My King.” She pleads.
“Say it again.” Lightening shooting down my spine as she begged, “My King, please let me come. I’ll be good.”
I chuckled, “Try your luck to kill me Ma Cherie, I dare you.”

From Slave To Wolf Queen

The intense aroma of spice and potent vanilla warped my senses. Lazarus smirked, inky strands cascading upon his forehead and framing dark eyes that locked on mine. I exhaled a tired breath, “Forget rules for a second, you are required to be with the judges until the contest is over.”


Lazarus was a temptation, a distraction I couldn’t afford. I’m certain that there is no one more attractive on this planet, he was truly ethereal dressed in an all-black suit. A scorching heat emitting from his fingertips as he traced along my jaw before lifting my chin and forcing me to swim in the depth of his darkness.


My heart thundered in my chest when his lips brushed against mine, teasingly and with a featherlight touch that had me craving more. I wanted to taste the rich whiskey on his tongue, the sour cherries I know he loves eating and most importantly I wanted to sedate this desire that flares to life in his presence.


Chapter 100 Venomous Praise Of A Predator