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This guy was a priest? He was hot as fuck. Dark, wavy hair, cropped close at the sides but long enough to run your fingers through. The harsh slashes of his defined brows spoke of someone used to commanding respect. And then there was the jawline. Sharp, strong, sexy. What a waste. Curiously, even though Kingston called the Irishman a priest, his complexion bore the trademark pallor of a vampire.
“What will you do if I don’t show up? Spank me, Daddy?”
😏 no comment
“Don’t tempt me.”
🤭 watch out, he just might
“Fuck, if I was into dudes, I’d be so turned on right now,” Moira muttered.
Moira is everything
“She’s jealous. Thorne wants you, and he’s supposed to want her.” “He wants to eat me. There’s a difference.” “Oh, he wants to eat you, all right. That’s the problem.”
I was loyal to her. I cared about her. I wanted her safety, her security, her love. But she was a wolf.
“Aw, that was actually sweet. Maybe you should be part of my harem.” She grinned at me. “Tempting, but the thought of all that man meat flapping around makes my skin crawl. I’ll stick to being your bestie.”
Moira, you dropped this 👑
“You have been. And, yes, if you choose this punishment, I’ll put you over my knee and spank your insolent arse until you can’t sit down without a reminder of what my palm felt like on your skin.”
🙊
“So . . . you’ll be like my trainer. You’ll whip me into shape.” His lips curled up in a sexy grin. “If it’s whips you want, I’m your man.”
I can't
Kingston must have read it in my body language. A shudder ran through him, as if he’d reached a decision he wasn’t entirely sure about. Then, still holding my gaze, he slowly tipped his chin up, baring his throat to me in submission. My heart fluttered, frantic and wild. He’d submitted. Wait. He’d submitted? Holy shit. “Only for you, Sunday.” His words were breathy, as though this had cost him everything.
🥵
“Sunday,” I said with a sigh, “what you don’t realize is it doesn’t matter. I chose you. That’s it for me. You might have other mates, but I am yours. Wherever you go from here, I’ll follow. I’m not going to run from it.”
“What is it about the devil’s eggplant that makes you all act like a bunch of spoiled assholes?”
☠️
Can I get you to kiss and make up now?” “Don’t push your luck, witch.” She held up her hands. “Got it. This is a no swords crossing zone.”
⚔️ we will see
“Do you believe fate brought me here? To you?” “I know it.”
“Show them to me, a stor. Show me what I can do to you without even touching you.”
I FRICKING KNEW IT
“Stand up. Take off your clothes and show me what’s mine.” “I’m not yours.” “You are right now.”
🫠
“You . . . named your dick after the werewolf in Twilight? I’ve heard of hero worship, but that seems like you went a little too far, buddy.”
MOIRA 💀
“I thought you hated the Marvel movies?” He smirked. “Not when I have a glorious purpose to serve.” “What’s that?” Leaning close, he whispered, “You.”
Wtf was this even 😂
“What happened to the garden?” I asked on a breathy laugh. I shivered as his lips trailed across my bare shoulder and up to the tender skin of my throat. “What garden, a stor?”
This made my hole weak... I mean, my whole week 🙊
Caleb carefully took my arm and pressed a tender kiss to my wrist before biting into my skin. His groan of pleasure sent a bolt of fear through me that he wouldn’t stop now that he’d started.
