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Pheromonal: One Night With the Alpha

Nicole d'Armand never expected to walk into her apartment and find her fiancé *bleep*-deep in another woman's lady bits. What's a girl to do? Well, after obliterating an 18th-century Meissen vase, delivering a punch that would make a heavyweight boxer proud, and embarking on a night of raucous drinking, Nicole figures she might as well embrace the chaos. But when alcohol and pheromones collide, her wild night spins into something unexpected... Like a ride on the Logan Everett express. Which, naturally, leads to a whirlwind of its own: She's his fated mate. Because of course she is. And he rejects her. Because of course he does. Now embroiled in a mystery bigger than her post-breakup hangover, Nicole finds herself the prime suspect in a murder she didn't commit—no matter how tempting the thought might have been. And the only person who believes her innocence? The same guy who shot down the idea of being her fated mate. Great. Just what she needed: her love life is a crime scene, and the man stupid enough to let her go is holding her freedom in his hands. DECEMBER 2024 NOTE-- Author has a broken hand and updates are slower than normal. Deepest apologies. Trying to get updates more normalized again!! -- This is a fated/rejected mates urban fantasy romance. Content warning for: Nudity, more nudity, swear words, inappropriate humor, dead people, undead people, incomprehensible amounts of magic, werewolves and all the fetishes that come with them, did I mention the nudity?, and a questionable level of sanity at times.

Lenaleia · 奇幻言情
分數不夠
130 Chs

Not In Public (Exactly)

It takes an instant for him to unsnap my jeans and lower the zipper. Then he guides my legs down his sides, until I'm standing on tiptoe, my back pressed hard against the tree. Slowly, inch by inch, his rough hands slide my clothes down. His thumb hooks through my panties, dragging them with my jeans.

Down my thighs.

Over my knees.

And he tosses my shoes and clothes off to the side.

I'd protest, but I'm too busy staring somewhere indecent to give a shit. Memories of our first encounter are fresh in my mind, playing on repeat.

Yes. I want more of that.

He steps forward, hands against my hips as he leans forward to press a gentle peck against my lips.

I glare at him, trying to summon some semblance of indignation and failing miserably. "You know exactly what you're doing."

His lips barely brush against mine as he speaks. "I have no idea what you're talking about, sweetheart. Care to enlighten me?"