Timeless Devotion

One Girl, A Pack Of Beasts

Brass Wren

Lillian woke in a werecreature universe as a total loser. Good news was that women ruled here and could take multiple mates, yet she still ended up as the one everyone looked down on. Compared to her talented sister at every turn, she watched her first match get stolen and her next four mates reject her without mercy. The first mate was the King of Succubine himself. On their very first meeting, he warned Lillian that he was only staying long enough to recover from his injuries-and that there could never be anything between them. The second mate was a merman. He took one look at her and said he had no interest in a loser like her, tossing her some cash so she could break off their bond herself. The third mate was the progenitor vampire-over a thousand years old. He admitted to admiring her sister instead and made it clear he had no interest in a layabout like Lillian. Lillian cut every bond and chose her own path instead. But as she rose higher and higher, those same men returned, full of regret and begging her to look at them again. The fourth mate was a werewolf Lillian had rescued from an underground fighting ring. She thought he might actually stay-until he revealed himself as royalty. And of course, he wanted to break their bond for more power.

Romance Fantasy Matriarchy Reverse Harem Fantasy Beast World

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The city pulsed with life beneath the neon glow, but all that mattered was her.

She was intoxicating-wild laughter spilling from her lips like the finest wine, eyes gleaming under the club lights. Her touch lingered, soft yet possessive, as if she had already claimed me. And maybe she had.

"Stay with me tonight," she whispered, her breath warm against my neck.

I should have hesitated. I should have questioned the hunger in her voice, the way her fingers trembled slightly as they traced my wrist. But I was already hers.

Her lips crashed against mine, demanding, desperate. A spark of something dark flickered in her gaze, something more than desire-something deeper.

I didn't know then that love could be a curse.

The city pulsed with life beneath the neon glow, but all that mattered was her.

"Stay with me tonight," she whispered, her breath warm against my neck.

I should have hesitated. I should have questioned the hunger in her voice, the way her fingers trembled slightly as they traced my wrist. But I was already hers.

Her lips crashed against mine, demanding, desperate. A spark of something dark flickered in her gaze, something more than desire-something deeper.

I didn't know then that love could be a curse.

The room was dimly lit, the scent of wine and perfume hanging heavy in the air. The moment we stepped inside, she pressed me against the door, her body molding against mine.

"You drive me crazy," she murmured, dragging her lips down my throat, making me shiver.

I tilted my head, giving her access, craving her touch. She was fire and silk, her hands moving over me with an urgency that set my blood ablaze. When her lips brushed the pulse at my neck, I swore I felt her hesitate-just for a moment.

Then, she bit me.

It wasn't painful, but a sharp, intoxicating pleasure that shot through me like lightning. My breath hitched as she pulled away, lips stained crimson.

My heart pounded. "What was that?"

She wiped the blood from her mouth, eyes locking onto mine with an unreadable expression. Then, she smiled, slow and wicked.

"You taste sweet."

Something inside me knew-this wasn't just love. It was something darker, something deeper.

And I was falling, helplessly, into it.

Her words sent a shiver down my spine. You taste sweet.

I should have been afraid. Maybe a part of me was. But fear tangled with something far more dangerous-desire.

She didn't give me time to think.

Her lips found mine again, softer this time, teasing, coaxing me deeper into her. I melted against her, my hands threading through her dark, silken hair as she pushed me back toward the bed.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted this," she whispered, her voice dripping with hunger.

I barely had time to respond before she was on top of me, pinning me beneath her. The weight of her body, the heat of her breath-it was overwhelming, consuming. My pulse thrummed wildly as she ran her fingers down my collarbone, tracing my skin as if memorizing every inch.

"You're mine," she murmured against my throat, her teeth grazing over the same spot she had bitten before. It sent a pulse of pleasure straight through me, making me arch into her touch.

A moan slipped past my lips, and she growled in response, the sound vibrating against my skin.

Her hands wandered lower, slipping beneath the fabric of my dress, her fingers tracing slow, burning circles along my thighs. She was teasing me, torturing me, drawing me deeper into the haze of want that surrounded us.

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