Satisfying Her Darkest Fantasies

I pulled my top down and brought his lips to my tight nipples and he sucked on them and gave them a soft bite that made me quiver and moan. He knew I liked it and immediately pulled my bottoms down. "Let's see how wet you are" he softly said. He stuck two fingers inside me and it made my whole body relax as he curled them in and pulled them out again, revealing two very sticky fingers. "You want more ?" I nodded and pushed his hand back inside of me as he pushed them in slowly and deeply inside me. Then he turned his hand over and it made me moan when he came down and began to suck on my clit and get me closer and closer to an orgasm. I pulled his head up and stroked his hair, all I wanted was his cock. He began to get harder and I got more and more anxious. "Please put it in me" I pleaded but he told me to be patient. I could do that and he didn't disappoint when he slowly stopped eating me out and jacked himself off in front of my opening. It was so hot as he fingered me deeper and harder I thought he was never going to put it in me when he flipped me over with my legs and fucked me hard and deep. I gasped when he entered me because of how veiny and ribbed his dick felt inside me. He pushed deep and kissed my back and neck as he clenched my nipple and twisted it making me moan. I was confused because I was in love with another man who loved me equally. How am I going to deal with this?

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Chapter 12

Six long weeks since that fateful night.

To my dismay, I am still alive.

I haven't seen Dean nor Holden since I gave them the soul destroying news.

I go to work, do my job, return home and huddle up on the sofa until I fall into abyss.

Sleep is my only friend. It blocks out the pain.

Why can't the wolf spirits let me die?

Today, it's just another boring day. I arrive at work to start dealing with meetings and clients, making calls and typing up letters like always.

I sip on a strong black coffee while typing an email reply, when my stomach churns.

Eurgh!

I leap up from my seat, sprinting full pelt to the ladies bathroom, throwing myself at the toilet. I vomit violently, so bad that my eyes stream with pain.

That's how the rest of the day continues; working and throwing up.

I have no idea what's going on.

Wolves don't get sick!

We have an unusually high immune system, so no human bugs or viruses effect us.

What could it be?

Hmm...

Mr Fray sends me home after the fourth time I rush to the bathroom.

He says I should take the rest of the week off--only two days--to recover from whatever illness I have.

So here I am, snuggled up on the sofa with my duvet. The television blares out mindless junk.

Boring!

I haven't been able to keep any food down and it feels vile.

My stomach is empty, but it continued to churn with nausea.

A knock at my door forces me off the sofa, the duvet still huddled around me as I feel freezing.

I slowly wander out to the front door.

I open it to see a guy--he must be in his mid twenties--and by his scent, he was a rogue wolf!

Shit.

"Oh, hello dear Liz! God I missed you girl! Wow you don't look so good!" The guy says in a friendly way, a sweet smile on his face.

I take in his features, feeling a familiar pull to him.

Then it hits me. "Soul!?" I gasp.

He grins, nodding. "You remember me!" He exclaims.

Soul was a childhood friend from school. He was the only guy I didn't sleep with at school.

He was lovely, caring, supportive and he didn't judge me.

I squeak, drop the duvet and slam myself into his arms, wrapping mine around his neck, squeezing him hard. "Oh Soul! You've turned up at the best time, but why the heck do you smell like a rogue?" I breathe him in.

Soul chuckles humourlessly. "I was kicked out of my pack up north. I've been rogue for 8 months."

I am shocked! Why the hell was a guy like this a rogue?

"Oh Soul! Come in! Come in!" I grin, yanking his hand.

"So... Miss Knight! Who knocked you up? Was it your mate?"

My eyes widen. "What?"

"You're err... shit, you don't know! I could smell it the second you opened the door!" Soul gasps, his hand over his mouth. "I'm pregnant?" I whisper, beyond shocked.

Soul just nods innocently.

Once we reach the living room, I slump down on the sofa. "Holy mother!"

Soul laughs. "So, tell me all about it! I wanna hear what's been going on."

I take a deep breath, and start to fill him in.

~*~

"Holy shit! So two mates and one of them is the father!? I can't believe you've turned into a hussy! Oh Lizzie!"

I smirk at Soul. "I wasn't a hussy? I thought I always was!"

He grins at me cheekily. "Well, you weren't that bad. You only had one guy on the go at once."

I sigh, and shake my head rapidly, trying to force my smutty past out of my head.

"So, Miss Knight. There was a reason why I came... umm..." Soul mumbles nervously.

"What is it?" I ask softly, stroking his hand, hoping to be encouraging.

Capturing my hand in his, Soul turns his entire body towards me and stares into my eyes. "I love you Lizzie. I always have. I want to be with you and I will do anything to have you in my arms."

My jaw drops, I can't believe Soul is declaring his love for me after all I've told him. After finding out I was pregnant! After hearing about my mate problem.

I can't say I wasn't happy about it. I've always had feelings for Soul. He was the only guy I hadn't slept with. I knew I loved him and I couldn't lose him. I knew sex would ruin us.

"Soul... you're willing to take me on with all this..." I point to my belly. "...baggage?"

Soul looks at me sympathetically. "That just makes me love you even more!"

My heart pounds against my chest, and my head swims.

'Let him in!' My wolf begs. 'If our mates don't want us, we still deserve to be happy!'

I smile at my wolf's words, and look up into the jade green eyes that belong to Soul Valentine.

"Yes!" I whisper, "I've always loved you Soul. Despite my pain because of my bastard mates, I want you."

In a shockingly quick move, Soul wraps his arms around me, pulls me up and spins me around the living room.

I giggle loudly, and hug him back.

Once I'm safely back on my feet, both of us breathless, Soul's eyes darken and he slides one of his hands down to my hip. The other cups my face, gently stroking my cheek, before moving in. "I've been wanting to do this since I was 13..." He murmurs before planting his lips on mine.

I have to say, it really isn't like kissing Dean or Holden, but it's still intense. His kiss is filled with love, passion and need.

I melt into his body, feeling cherished and relaxed.

Soul's tongue eases into my mouth, allowing his warm manly flavour spark at my taste buds.

My arms snake up, and I grip onto his shoulders, squeezing at his toned muscles, a moan leaving my lips.

That night all we do is kiss. I have told Soul that I want to take things slow due to our friendship and my current situation.

So I'm pregnant?

Is it Dean's or Holden's baby?

Should I tell them?

Do they have the right to know after walking out?

Why didn't my depo injection work?

I better see my doctor as soon as possible!

I will call them first thing in the morning.

I'm going to have to tell work too.

All these thoughts cloud my head as I drift off to sleep in Soul's arms.

~*~

"Don't worry, dear. There doesn't seem to be anything wrong with your baby. The depo doesn't always work on wolves. It goes from 97% to 88% effective with our metabolism, healing rates and high immune systems, as well as our raised temperatures."

"Also, due to your shifter genes, your pregnancy will be 6 months rather than 9. You can't shift until after having the baby or you could endanger the baby's life." My pack doctor--Dr Jules--informs me of all the stuff I need to know.

"So, when is my baby due?" I ask, smiling.

I was having a baby!

"Errrr... let's see." Dr Jules murmurs, looking at her pregnancy calendar. "Ahh yes... oh wow! It's going to be a Christmas baby!"

My eyes widen. "What? Christmas Day?" I ask.

Dr Jules nods with a smile. "25th of December."

"Wow!" I breathe, then smile.

Eeek!

So I'll be having a Christmas Day baby, and a wonderful supportive boyfriend who is going to help and be by my side throughout the entire thing.

I may not have my rightful mates, but I'm not going to sit here and wallow anymore!

I've done it for too long and Soul has shown me how strong I actually am.

I can do this, and I will!

Now I know everything is ok with my pregnancy, I can take our relationship to the next level.

We have been dating a month, and I am dated at 12 weeks pregnant.

I am so excited to go home and tell Soul how it went!

Lets go!!

Continue to next part

After a passionate night with a wealthy stranger, a woman finds herself entangled in a deal she never expected. The billionaire offers a unique proposition: thirty days together in exchange for solving her financial crisis. As they navigate this temporary arrangement, the line between business and pleasure begins to blur. Can she survive a month in his high-stakes world without losing her heart, or will their connection prove too real?

Billionaire Modern Romance

9.8

Bound By Blood: His Unwanted Contract Bride

9.8

Four years ago, I was drugged on a luxury yacht and ended up pregnant with twins. I raised them in secret, enduring my stepfamily's daily abuse, until the billionaire West family patriarch cornered us at the airport. He instantly recognized my son's face—an exact replica of his ruthless grandson, Bernardo West. My malicious stepmother and stepsister immediately leaked to the press that I was a delusional gold-digger using fake kids to trap a billionaire. They wanted the West family to destroy me to save their own social standing. Bernardo himself looked at me with pure disgust, demanding a DNA test. "If you ever lie to me, I will take the children, and I will make you wish you were never born." I didn't want his money. I was a victim of that night too, left with a crescent-shaped bite mark on my collarbone and zero memory of who set us up. Why did someone drug us? And how could I protect my babies from a corporate predator who could crush me with a snap of his fingers? But when the DNA test came back 99.9999% positive, I didn't cower. I showed him the scar he left on me, looked the most dangerous man in the country right in the eye, and made my demand. "If you want to claim your heirs, you have to marry me."

Billionaire Modern Romance

7.9

Broke up with the alpha for the eighth time

7.9

I'm Luna Ashvale, and my relationship with Alpha Lucian Thorne has been a disaster. His childhood sweetheart, Vanessa, constantly stirs up drama, leading to our bond being broken eight times. Each time, Alpha Lucian chooses Vanessa over me, making empty promises to reunite. After the eighth break, I finally decide to leave. With the help of my professor and his son Mark, I move on, focusing on my career. Alpha Lucian becomes jealous when he sees me with Mark. Eventually, Vanessa goes crazy and stabs Alpha Lucian. Six months later, at a conference, I meet Alpha Lucian again. I'm now happily bonded to Mark, while he regrets his past actions.

Modern Romance Werewolf

8.7

Broken Engagement: The True Heiress Returns

8.7

Brought back from a humble life in Montana, Nora found out she was the true biological heiress of the ultra-wealthy Beaumont family. But her biological parents didn't love her; they loved the fake daughter, Olivia, much more. The moment she arrived, her father pushed an engagement termination agreement across his massive desk, forcing her to give up her wealthy fiancé so Olivia could have him. Her mother looked at her with pure disdain. "You should know your place. Don't reach for things that were never meant for you." To break her spirit, they moved her into a cramped, dusty servant's room. They even ordered the butler to feed her cold kitchen scraps and gristle. They wanted to humiliate her, to make her feel like a piece of trash rather than a daughter. They expected her to cry, to beg, and to be absolutely crushed by the realization that her own flesh and blood saw her only as a liability to their reputation. They thought the country girl would easily fold under their united front of cruelty. But Nora felt no sting of betrayal, only the calculating clarity of a chess player. She calmly signed the paper, pulled out the Beaumont family trust rules, and looked them dead in the eye. "Since I am the legal heir, I demand what belongs to me. I'm taking the master bedroom."

Billionaire Modern Romance

7.2

Sold To The Devil I Ruined

7.2

Fitzgerald Woodard was the "stray" I used to torment in prep school, a boy I once paid to kneel in the mud for my amusement. Now, the tables have turned, and he’s the billionaire who bought my father’s debt, dragging me into his mansion as a "personal asset" listed in a contract I never read. He didn't just want the money back; he wanted to see me break. He stood over me in the rain and told me he owned the very machines keeping my father alive, and with one flick of his thumb, he could stop his breathing forever. The nightmare escalated until I didn't recognize myself. He forced me to eat cold soup off the floor like an animal and gripped my hand over a heavy hammer, forcing me to crush a young guard's bones just to prove I was as much of a monster as he was. His childhood sweetheart, a nurse I once humiliated, stood in the shadows, whispering that I was nothing more than a used-up toy he was already bored of. I lay on the cold marble, shivering from a fever he refused to treat, realizing that the curse he placed on me years ago had finally come true. Every act of cruelty I had ever committed was being repaid with interest, and the man I once looked down on was now the only god I had left to pray to. Suddenly, he threw me out into the freezing night with nothing but rags on my back and a shattered phone. The hospital called with an ultimatum: fifty thousand dollars by noon, or they pull the plug on my father’s life support. Standing barefoot on the biting asphalt, I watched his black SUV disappear into the dark. I have nine hours to save the only person I love, and only one way to get the money. I have to go back and kneel before the devil I created.

Billionaire Modern Romance

9.8

The Pink Car of Betrayal

9.8

My husband unveiled a custom pink car on live TV, calling it a "tribute to our love." The internet hailed him as the perfect man. But I knew the truth. That car was the exact place he cheated on me with his VP, Keri. And the lipstick stain on the passenger seat wasn't mine. He thought I was at home, waiting to celebrate his success. Instead, I was at a clinic, signing a waiver to surgically remove my memories. I aborted the child he desperately wanted. I smashed the jade locket he claimed bound our souls together. I burned my passport, my license, and every photo of us in the kitchen sink. When he finally came home, he found nothing but an empty house and a gift box containing the remains of our unborn child. A year later, he crashed my engagement party in Charleston, falling to his knees and begging for forgiveness. I looked down at the weeping billionaire and felt absolutely nothing. "I'm sorry, sir," I said calmly. "But do I know you?"

Billionaire Modern Romance

Satisfying Her Darkest Fantasies

Chapter 12

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