Crave Me; Big Brother
"I can't let you go, Rain. Not now. Not when we're old and they put us both in the earth. You are mine until the grave closes over us both."
Rain spent years loving Colt Walden, surviving every breakup and betrayal with the hope that one day he'd finally choose her. Instead, he shatters her world by announcing his engagement-to the woman he always claimed was his cousin.
Drunk on heartbreak and fury, Rain finds herself in the arms of Rhysand-magnetic, dangerous, and nothing like her ex. One reckless night turns into chaos when she learns the truth: Rhysand is Colt's estranged older brother.
Her past and future collide.
Rhysand wants more than a mistake. More than one night. He wants her. Entirely. Obsessively. Permanently.
And he's not afraid to say it.
Colt, realizing what he's lost, suddenly wants her back.
Now Rain is caught between the man who broke her for years...
and the man who would burn the world to keep her.
One offers familiarity.
The other offers a devotion that borders on dangerous.
Rain must choose which brother she'll walk toward-
and which storm she's willing to survive.
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Chapter 5
Rain. I'm standing in the dimly lit aisle of a sex store and I'm going crazy. I push a shopping cart overflowing with glittery bath bombs and scented candles–my stuff. While Emma pushes a small basket filled with items that hum and buzz. "I just can't, Em! I can't function!" I yank a stress ball shaped like a cartoon brain off a shelf and squeeze it hard. "It's been...what, fourteen days? And every morning I wake up and realize I slept with my ex-boyfriend's elder brother. Not just that, I had angry, vengeful, phenomenal sex with him!" "He must have made your toes curl if you describe it as that." She turns on a vibrator shaped like a lipstick, making a comment about needing a new one. Then she turns to me. "You've never for once called sex with Colt phenomenal." I nearly hurl the brain ball at her. "Stop joking around with my predicament. It's wrong! It's a violation of like, five different morality codes!" Emma, still completely unfazed, holds up two bottles of creamy liquid. "Which lube should I get? Strawberry or peppermint?" "I don't care about the lube," I whine, throwing the brain ball back onto the shelf. "Be a supportive friend for once in your life. Support my sexuality," she whines right back, pouting. "I'm trying, Em, but I hate it. I hate that I did that! I hate that I felt justified! I hate that I can't stop thinking about that penthouse and Rhysand–" I lean closer to her, dropping my voice to a conspiratorial whisper, "fucks too well to just forget about it. That's the worst part. It just makes everything worse." "Look, Rain," she finally says, putting the peppermint bottle in her basket. "You got revenge and pleasure as a double combo. Colt is still reeling from it, so stop with the guilt complex. Rhysand is hot, available and you were drunk. See it as a win-win situation." "But he's his brother! That's the line! It's messy! It's unforgivable. What if he thinks I'm desperate? What if he thinks I'm chasing Colt's attention? I just...I just wish I could forget it ever happened." "And so what if you slept with a hot stranger who turned out to be his elder brother? You didn't even know he existed until that night. He served purpose well. If Colt feels disgruntled about that mistake, he can suck on that ginormous purple cock." Bubbling over with frustration, I grab a display item without looking. My fingers close around something smooth and firm. "I wish I could erase the whole stupid night and the way that man..." I trail off, confused on why Emma stands frozen in time. Following her gaze, I find the devil himself standing behind me with a smirk equally as devilish. "Indeed." His eyes drop for one second to my hands before coming back up. My blood freeze at the way he's just casually leaning against the shelving unit at the end of the aisle, wearing a fitted black t-shirt and has a basket of his own. Emma clears her throat awkwardly, eyes drifting to the item in my grip. Slowly, I look down to the item I am currently cradling in my hand. It is long purple cock, battery-operated and vibrating. It's one of those models that move when you turn it on. I must have accidentally hit the switch. I snatch my hand back, dropping the jerking, purple dildo back onto the shelf as if it just burned me. My cheeks are on fire. "Rhysand? What are you...what are you doing here?" I stammer, my mind scrambling to sound dignified while standing in a sex toy store. I feel the need to defend myself, to shimmy out of the humiliating situation. "I–" I choke on my words, then try again. "I was just h-holding that for Emma. She's...she was looking at the new motor." Rhysand's silver eyes narrow with amusement dancing in their depths. He takes slow strides closer, picking up the peppermint blue Emma just put in her basket. "Indeed," he says with that cocky look that makes me want to slap him. "It looks like you were conducting very serious quality control here." Emma's phone begins to ring out of blue. She bumps my shoulder. "Urgent call. I'll just take this basket and pay for the items. Gotta run, girl! You guys talk." She dashes off like her ass is on fire. And now I'm left standing in the middle of the aisle with the one person I don't want to talk to in the whole world–the ex's brother who's been inside me. Worse, he just caught me with that stupid jerking dildo which currently is still jerking on the shelf and I have no idea where the switch is. The ground should swallow me whole right now. Gathering the remaining shreds of my pride, I cross my arms over my chest. "You're getting lubricants?" I demand, motioning to his basket. "Are you just trying to prove you're a creep?" He ignores the jab, grabs the dildo and turns it off with a deft click. Then returns it back carefully. "I'm looking for a gift, unlike some people," he lets his eyes roam over the abandoned buzzing toys which Emma abandoned. "Whatever. What do you want this time?" He doesn't answer me straight away. "I prefer the real thing. I'm starting to think you're ignoring my calls because these things are giving you pleasure that you could have gotten from me." His stare bores into me now, that same heated look i'd seen in his eyes two weeks ago. "You know you only have to make one phone call." "I am not ignoring you," I lie, pushing down the memory of his name flashing on my phone. "How the hell did you even get my number because I don't remember you asking for it. Only a crazed stalker does things like that." He chuckles. "You should have thought about that before you used me to get revenge on your little boyfriend." And then it clicks in my head. "You bastard," I seethe. "You knew I was your brother's girlfriend and yet you led me on. The gall of you." The sides of his eyes crinkle, before he burst out laughing. "Put that blame back on Colt for hiding the fact that he has an elder brother and on you for not asking questions. Not like it was your fault anyway." "Asshole," I mutter. "What do you want?" "You. You don't need the toys when you have the real deal standing before you in the flesh." "I don't want the real thing. I regret the whole night, in case your eavesdropping didn't catch that part." He leans in, his scent–a mix of expensive cologne and something uniquely his–hitting me. "You don't regret it. You hate that you crave it. You hate that your careful moral lines are crossed because it felt good." My breath hitches. He's right. I hate the sex, but I hate what I feel even more. It's forbidden and crosses all the lines of my morality. I hate that I crave his touch when I absolutely shouldn't. He reaches out, his finger coming toward my cheek. "Stop." I slap his hand away hard. Letting him touch me again might unravel every hate I feel toward him. Not here with all these...items. Not ever again. "I'm going home. You should do the same. And stop...thinking about me." "Hear me, Rain," he grips my hand before I can turn. "You walked into my life. That was your choice. I'm afraid walking out is no longer an option." "What are you-" "I don't play games, is all I want to say, and I will never lose what I decide is mine. You will try to run and you will try to hate me..." The truth in his words burn deeply into me as he tilts up my chin slightly, forcing me to meet the power of his eyes. "And every time, I will find you and bring you back." The rough pad of his thumb strokes the skin next to my ear as his stare grows intense. "I can't let you go, Rain. Not now. Not when we are old and they put us both in the earth. You are mine until the grave closes over us both." It takes every will I have to break out of the power of his hypnotic words. Turning on my heel, I practically run out of the store, leaving him standing alone in the aisle. *** I cross the threshold of my apartment a few minutes later, relieved to be home. The relief lasts less than a second when the atmosphere shifts. There's someone else. My blood runs cold when I catch the whiff of a signature cologne that can only belong to one man: Colt. My purse drops to the floor. Colt is standing in my living room by the window, hands in his pockets as he looks out at the city. He didn't break in; he must have still had the spare key. I make a mental note just then to have the locks changed and all his belongings sent back or burned. Still having a hard time deciding which. "Surprise," he says, dropping the sheer curtain and turning to me with a cruel, smug look on his face. You're so fucked, Rain. Fucked.
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8.3
She had always been attracted to both men and women, something that was frowned upon. She never understood it herself. But once she found her mate, an Alpha, she thinks everything has fallen into place, only to feel even more incomplete than before. Something is definitely missing. She can very well feel that she is not the one supposed to carry the heir for the Alpha but how can she explain this to him? He would never understand. She feels like she is his equal. A dominant just like him and even her wolf agrees. But the question is who is supposed to dominate? Her wolf is ever restless, still looking even while in the arms of their mate.
It is not like she is not satisfied. She is just tired of being submissive. She hates it and her wolf feels it even worse than she does, on the verge of taking over most of the time to show the Alpha they are equals. But they both know no one will understand even him. He has rejected her once. Why give him a reason to do it again? The pack has firm beliefs and a woman being an Alpha's equal is frowned upon. So, she is stuck being submissive no matter what.
They also do not believe in a two-way mating since it has never been heard of. But what happens when the mated Luna out in her adventure encounters her mate? And what will she tell her Alpha and her pack members?
9.8
The stench of rot and fear clung to me in the brutal prison pen. I pushed away my uncle’s smile; revenge burned cold. Survive.
The gate screeched, a guard's roar herding us out. A scarred man stopped, gripped my chin, sniffed, then barked, "This one. Pull her out." My time was up.
Dragged to Alpha Baron Stone—who trembled at the Alpha King’s name—my "unusual" scent marked me. Stripped, lashed by silver, scrubbed raw, every trace of me vanished. From my cell, I watched in horror as others were thrown into an arena, torn apart by starved wolves.
My stomach heaved. Why me? Why was I spared *that* gruesome end, only to be prepared for a terrifying king?
An old Omega woman opened my door with bread—a chilling sign I wasn't meant for the arena. A cold resolve solidified: I would survive this hell, remember my uncle’s face, and learn what twisted fate the Alpha King had chosen.
8.3
"Kiss me." He prowled.
"Kiss me until you're sick of it. Kiss me and prove your body is deserving of my touch."
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Branded a Murderer, betrayed by her mate and sister, disowned by her family–Anokai Rivers never had anything at all. After spending three years in a cell for a murder she never committed, Anokai is finally released, only for her freedom to come at a price.
To infiltrate the most feared pack in the werewolf world and destroy the four Shadowcrest brothers from within.
But the brothers are monsters–cruel, powerful, insatiable.
No person, man or woman, who enters their territory ever comes out alive.
Every look is a test.
Every touch is a threat.
And every kiss pulls her deeper into a game she was never meant to survive.
She was sent to tame them and learn them.
But monsters are never tamed.
Nope, they're the one who does the taming.
Follow the journey of Anokai Rivers and the Shadowcrest beasts in this sweet, tantalizing dark romance.
7.9
I came with a mission to kill the Lord of the empire, Mark. "Lara, I am pleased with you." Fireworks bloomed above us as I looked down at Mark kneeling on one knee. The dagger hidden in my sleeve almost slipped from my grasp. "Are you willing to marry me as my wife, from now on, for a lifetime?" "Yes." The system's alarm rang sharply in my mind, urging me to complete my mission, but I still chose to move forward without hesitation.
Reality, however, was far crueler than I expected. "Lara, as Mark's wife, you must not leave the palace for three years and, when the time comes, gracefully step down." "Okay," I answered lightly, just as I had agreed to his proposal. That night, flames swallowed my courtyard, the fire blazing high enough to erase everything I had endured. I thought it was my end.
But when I opened my eyes, I was back to the day he proposed. The same fireworks. The same man on one knee. Only this time, Mark's eyes were filled with tears as he held my hand and whispered, "Lara, don't go."
8.5
The blood moon was rising...
She was an innocent girl in the village. She was offered to the Dark Forest against her will. The Blood Moon captured her womanhood in the Paradise of Five Werewolves Pack.
She lost her virginity to the Five Werewolves who managed to explore her utmost heavenly discovery. Secretly, she loves the feeling of being subdued by the Dominant werewolves.
She secretly escaped with one of the pack and lived outside the Dark Forest.
The Dark Leader captured the remaining four werewolves of the Dark Forest. Their futures lie in living with humans secretly as a punishment.
They lived alongside the modern civilization of the human world and discovered themselves to be acceptable all along for Love, Secrets, Marriage, and Life.
8.5
Aryan is a hardworking young man who becomes the sole breadwinner of his broken family at just eighteen. With a careless, alcoholic father and two helpless younger siblings depending entirely on him, Aryan sacrifices his education and works as a delivery boy to keep his family alive.
One tragic night, while returning home from work, Aryan is hit by a car with failed brakes and left to die on a deserted highway. Despite countless vehicles passing by, no one stops to help. Aryan dies thinking only about the fate of his younger brother and sister.
After death, Aryan awakens before a mysterious divine entity who reveals himself as the creator of the universe. Unable to return Aryan to his destroyed body, the being offers him a second life in a completely different world. Desperate to protect his siblings, Aryan begs for them to be reborn with him-and his request is granted.
Aryan and his siblings are reincarnated on Planet Swaraj, a dangerous and magical world filled with monsters, swordsmen, mages, and dragons. Aryan is granted a mysterious system that tracks his abilities and offers power through combat. To survive and protect his family, he must defeat strange creatures, level up, and unlock hidden powers.
Now reborn in a world where strength determines survival, Aryan begins his journey-not for glory or power, but to ensure that this time, his family will never be left helpless again.