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He’s not just my big brother, he’s my best friend too. Our souls are as close as two souls can be without a mate bond, so if Keenan’s hurt, I’d know. I’d feel it. Something inside of me would shatter. Right?

Keenan loves me in a way no one else ever has. I love him too. In ways I don’t—shouldn’t—want. He makes it impossible not to. For me and my wolf. If he was unkind or ignored me it would be easier, but that’s not him. He’s never been unkind, or denied me attention and affection when I want it.

"He may be their pet, but he was a precious one. One they seemed to care deeply about. Aside from giving him no choice in the matter, yesterday they’d been so gentle with him. They’d made him take so much, but then had pampered him, carried him around, stroked him and even taken the trappings off his hands–"

"It had been just over a week, and despite the plan to comply for freedoms, Lee was beginning to get… worried about how vulnerable it made him. He wasn’t ignorant to the way his thoughts had started to drift toward the enjoyment of these pampered moments. How he’d stopped internally narrating his anger and protests to them fucking him. The routine made it all seem normal, it dampened down his ire."

Never had anyone smelled like him. Never had anyone made me feel like this. I was hungry, aroused, afraid… raw. I felt raw. It hit me harder than the lightning that had nearly killed me a couple of days ago. Ansel is my mate.

“Ansel, sweetheart, I might be here for eighty more years. I want nothing more than to spend them all by your side, loving you, taking care of you, holding you when you need me, and cheering you on from the sidelines when you fulfill your dreams. You’re my mate, my treasure, and the love of my life. Will you become my husband?”

“Fractured ideas flashed through my head while my body soared. About what he’d said, being my first and my last. That I belonged to him now. That I wasn’t a virgin anymore. He’d taken me. Claimed me. My dragon. His cum was filling me. I hoped there was a lot of it. Like when he’d come on my face and into my mouth and I could barely swallow it all. Now it was filling my guts in spurts. I tried to feel it. Find it inside me.”

“One day, I’d breed him. I’d fill him up, make his belly grow round and his chest swell with milk and love.”

“You came to me, smelling of heat, trembling. Your cock was hard, and you were blushing.” I kissed the side of his throat and nipped at the tendons there. “And I thought that you were my birthday present. You, in heat. It made me so happy.”

“If he was honest with himself, he knew that he had fallen for Evan the moment they met. He had been kidding himself thinking there was any way he could walk away from this trip unscathed.”

In such a short period of time he had come to look up to Bran, to trust him with everything he had, and he chose to trust what he had been told earlier.

He wanted to dive into these brand-new feelings head first, but he wasn’t sure if what he was feeling was a product of the hormonal rush from the promise of his first sexual experience or if it was real. Either way, he needed to keep the feelings to himself.

Whether or not Evan knew it, he belonged to Bran. The mark he had left was just one of the ways Bran would show him.

His heart swelled in his chest to see Bran looking at him like that. Bran’s eyes were wide, eyebrows knit together in concern. Evan felt cared for and cherished.

Although it was difficult to breathe, Evan recognized this moment as the happiest of his life. He lay there, still connected to the man who he felt complete with.

“Madhava could order Suraj to his knees, and Suraj would bend easily. He would hand Madhava a knife, and wait patiently while Madhava cut his skin apart.”

“None of this should have been arousing. He was in the enemy’s lair, with a flesh-eating demon on top of him. When he squeezed his eyes shut, he could still see Suraj’s bloodied figure, canine teeth far longer than any normal human’s, body massive, eyes glowing—”

“The fact that Madhava was even considering this relationship showed just how depraved he was. A demon who loved him wholeheartedly, without question. A demon he could abuse, and who would only come back for more.”

“I want you at my side, Suraj,” Madhava whispered. “We’ll destroy Ravindra. And I’ll be kind to you, and I’ll tear you apart too. And you’ll be my partner, my equal. Is it bad that I want all of that?”

To think, Madhava had almost killed Suraj before they’d spoken a single word to each other. Yet here he was now, happy to share his flesh and blood with an unrepentant demon.

Having almost lost him put things in perspective. Seth, who’d become such a constant in Domenico’s life, his safe haven, his home, no longer felt that same way about Domenico, and this dichotomy had Dom twisting and turning on the bed.

Despite his best intentions, he’d made the person who mattered to him the most, unhappy, and lying alone in bed drove that point home more physically than he’d even have imagined.

Seth looked back at him with a smile, and no matter how much Domenico loved the Seth who fed chickens and made the best breakfasts, witnessing him in a different role felt more enticing than the sweetest waffles. Tonight, no matter how bloody, was bringing him back to the man he’d fallen in love with. Sweet but violent. Capable, but needy. Vulnerable, but so, so strong.

“Next time, we will talk it out. We are the only ones for each other, am I right? We can’t allow ourselves to grow apart again.”

Johan was clingy the entire way back. It shouldn’t have made Emil happy, but he loved Johan’s arm around him; he loved the way Johan allowed Emil to lead him. He loved the way Johan had almost instantly calmed down when Emil had found him.

“I wouldn’t let you go. I’d track you down and have you dragged back. You don’t… You don’t get to leave me. Please don’t ever leave me.”

Johan took the collar and fastened it around his neck. His muscles relaxed almost instantly. Everything got easier when he wore the collar. He didn’t have to worry about weird social interactions or people acting out of character or his damn brother being a fucking dick.

Johan reached up to feel the collar. The collar made Johan feel braver, and more stable, and like he actually got a choice in things even when the choice was just to let Emil order him around. It made no sense at all, but Johan was glad he was done fighting.

“Please. I’m… I’m better with you. I know I am. My life has sucked so much less with you around. I’m actually having fun. I don’t hate everything. I don’t want to waste all of my days in bed. But if you leave… That’s what I’m going to go back to.”

Johan would win over Emil for real. He’d show Emil just how much he was valued, how much Johan could care for him, and even in three years’ time when the contract was over, Emil would want to stay with him.

The leash, because Johan had a regular leash now, to go with his collar. Johan stretched out his neck so Emil could hook the leash to the collar, and he got another kiss on the nose as reward.

“You are. You’re my good puppy. Don’t you want to do this for me? Show me how carefree you are?” Emil pressed his lips against Johan’s ears. “Humiliate yourself, just for me? Don’t worry; nobody’s watching. I want to see you do it. Debase yourself. Act like a real dog.”

Everybody had told Tracht he was doing a bad job with Alex, that Alex was too uncouth, too uncontrollable. Franziska thought Tracht had completely stomped on Alex’s free will. But Tracht thought he’d done just right. He’d gotten Alex addicted to him, molded him into a loyal dog who would obey any order, but he still had enough bite to scare others and be, quite frankly, more interesting than the sad lumps some bondservants became.

“Oh. That. I suppose there’s no harm in telling you. I had no intention of making it easy for you to leave me, of course. If you intend to cut ties with me, you’ll have to get a real job and find honest work. I would probably laugh at all your attempts and failure to integrate into society.”

If Tracht didn’t want Alex around, he wouldn’t have bothered with any of that…..So fuck everyone else who kept trying to tell him that Tracht was bad for him. Nobody had ever cared for Alex the way Tracht did, and Alex was pretty sure nobody else ever would.

“There won’t be any confusion going forward. You still belong to me. You chose this, after all.” Tracht put his hand on Alex’s bare throat. “If I asked you to get on your knees right here, in front of the courthouse, with all the cameras on you, I’d expect you to do it.”

“This is what I want to see. A clear mark of ownership. Nobody’s going to think you don’t belong to somebody. If you get lost, people can scan the chip and instantly know who to return you to.”

The collar around his neck gleamed starkly. Beautiful. All of Alex was simply beautiful and dangerous and his.

“The difficult part, Alex, is that the nature of my... perversities, as you called them once, is that the more I like you, the more I want to hurt you.”

“Alex. I also clearly remember telling you that my affection for you came with a desire to see you continue to suffer. Now, behave, or the rest of tonight will go a lot less pleasantly for you.”

“If I could do it without breaking you,” Tracht said, “I would flay your skin open. Have you suck me off afterwards, just like this, blood running down your back.”

The sex was still mostly painful or humiliating for Alex, and he hated it in the moment, but Alex was kind of okay with his situation overall.

“The thing is…” Tracht continued, “I love watching him being humiliated. But I don’t enjoy somebody trying to force my hand in any way.” He let go of Alex and stepped away. “And I certainly refuse to allow a low-class scum of any sort touch my bondservant.”

“Alex. You’re going to put up with my ‘perverted stuff’ whether you want to or not. But you can rest assured that I have no intention of doing anything that would cause your loyalty to me to waver.”

“It was the look of awe in Seth’s eyes that made Domenico want to become a better man and the understanding of every side of Domenico’s personality that made Seth so irreplaceable. Even when they fought, Seth was able to forgive him, and even though Seth could be so sweet himself, he also lived with the knowledge of what Domenico was and accepted it.”

“He’d told Domenico of his shameful fears, admitted how deeply he craved Dom’s protection, and it had been met with acceptance. As if he didn’t have to play up the brutal side of himself anymore to appeal to his husband’s sense of masculinity.”

“You are at my side. You are my home, and you make me forget the things I want to forget. Let me do this for you”

“This is our life now. You’re my mate—my alpha. I’m your mate—your omega. And maybe it could be worse. Our bond has always been strong.”

“He’s my little brother. My adorable little brother. My handsome little brother who is a strong alpha. My alpha.”

"He didn’t judge Luci though. He let him cry his eyes out, held him close until Luci fell asleep, too exhausted and on the verge of a headache. No one would hurt him if it was Tooth guarding"

"Tooth made a most unusual guardian with his wild, dangerous look. No one would mess with him."

“And now, he was once again allowed to touch it without the fear of being pushed away. It had required some real talk and was at times painful, but Domenico was glad that both of them had finally been honest about the past.”

“And Domenico had needed to listen to what Seth had been through because of him, no matter how much it hurt to see himself as the violator of someone he loved more than anything in the world.”

“Only Seth could have concluded a meeting like this one required him to bring cake, but Domenico didn’t want to stifle any of that sweetness that came so naturally to him.”

“Will saying what you think I should hear allow me to kiss you whenever I want? Crawl into your bed at night and wake up next to you every morning? Will you always be able to hold me when I feel like my world is going to shit without worrying who might be watching?”

"It's unethical and goes against everything I stand for. I was raised to be against what I have with you. To marry a woman and have children. Not wanting to spend my life with a man who's not only less than half my age but also someone I once considered to be a son.”

"If only I could have him this close to me all the time, holding and touching him without a care in the world. His body pressing to mine is the equivalent to linking the missing piece that completes a puzzle."

“There isn't any going back now, pequeño. My love for you has grown way too much for that, changing into something I never thought I deserved to have again. But you deserve it all and because of that I will do anything I can to give it to you.”

“I’m going to make you my slut. I’ll take you wherever I want you, whenever I want you, and you won’t ever say no. You know why?”

“I’m yours?” I gasped. “Say it again.” “I’m yours.”

“Yes. My property now, Gerald. All mine.”

"But at the heart of their gang, family seemed important. Not just blood family but found family. Family they'd protect with their blood, sweat, and tears."

"I've seen the gentle, caring side of you, Bay, and I fell in love with that you. The man I saw last night? I've been dreading the day I'd meet him, not knowing what my reaction would be. But then I witnessed you punishing him because of what he did to me. How can I be mad that these hands are willing to fight for me?"

"What your hands have done and are willing to do no longer matters, Bay. I'll always want them on me."

"He was indeed perfect for me, wasn’t he? A snarky brat, vying to be punished—and I’d lure that side out to play soon enough—but he was also softhearted and timid on the inside, eager to please. I’d held back for the past two days, but Leo needed this. The bond was growing stronger, and I knew how to make my mate soar."

"Warmth spread in my chest, crackling and sparkling like fireworks, and I pulled in deep breaths, gorging myself on Leo’s scent, his sweat and juices, the perfume of his pleasure. My mate, aroused and pliant, full of me. Was I happy? The devil down underneath, I’d forgotten how it felt. Yes, I was. I was happy."

“In order to make you happy, I’ll do what I know you need. I’ll love you even more. I’ll prove to you that you are just as beautiful on the inside as you are on the outside. I’ll get you pregnant, take care of you, hold you when you give birth, and we’ll raise him together.”

"He’d punish me and keep me in line, fuck me and hurt me"

"For Davidson, I could be good for real. I’d hoped he’d change me, and it was already happening. I was a better person because of him."

"This is who I am. I am a dragon’s mate. This is my purpose and the key to my happiness."

“I need to touch your bones,” he said, palming my sternum, getting comfy. “I can’t get deep enough inside you, or close enough to you. I want nothing in our way. Not even skin.” He yawned, his voice sleep heavy. “I sound crazy.”

“You sound like a man in love.” You sound like me.

“Because love doesn’t waver with moods, Clint. It doesn’t question or doubt its existence. It isn’t based on whether or not the world around it will be accepting. And it doesn’t only want its presence felt when it needs something to fuck! Believe me, I know.”

"My hand shifted its possessive hold over his throat, to his ribcage and beyond, taking ownership over all parts of him, especially the parts inked with a roadmap of his love for me".

"If he wanted me all for himself, he’d have it, because I was in the business of granting his wishes. I needed him to want me that much. I needed him to want me even more. And Clint had always been good about taking care of my needs."

"Clint’s version of gentle was rough, his rough downright punishing, and his concept of punishing crossed too many lines and broke too many pieces of furniture to keep track of. The upturned nightstand now clinging to one leg was proof of that."

"We spent three nights there, bathing in the stream, eating what we’d caught, loving like wild men, and screaming our pleasure into the universe. Each night, we fell asleep sweaty, fucking ourselves unconscious, hands locked together, repeating strings of our vows."

"She's an obstacle to me. That's all. You were never hers, Teddy. You belonged to me first. These years with her were borrowed, now I'm taking back what's mine."

"You beat me until I begged you to stop. You waterboarded me until I pissed myself. Cut me open with your knife, tied me up, monitored me like I was an animal in a zoo. You shaved my fucking head. Do you know how dehumanizing that was?"

"You've shaved my head, branded me, beaten me, done all sorts of things to me, and I'd never felt as humiliated and like nothing as the day you left me at the gas station and drove away."

"Let's get something straight," he whispered. "When you're in my bed, nobody else matters. You don't have a wife. You only have me....Now say my name again."