FATED MATES: When They Touch Me

hangs out the establishment for the secrets it unlocks. That was what the draw was to a place like The Secret Pub. It was drowning in secrets. Werewolves, Fae, and alchemi

ecome the one with control, and that's what he has always craved. Control. Powe

like the sun eclipsing the entire wo

bly shocked at the depravity she was witnessing. She doesn't really look like she belongs here. That's what Ethan likes-her innocence, raw and pure. She was hesitant, wearing

lse who came into his path to the fiery pits of hell, like a magical fire of lust and passion. Who could blame him? He was a fire lycan. A higher spec

he type where one lick can have someone trapped, willing to be its slave for all eternity. But Ethan couldn

s arms, then leaned back and relaxed. From the corner of his eye, Ethan noticed a Fae leader watching them. Whe

ust rubs his dick harder. He knew what he was about to do was crazy and it could fuck

Ethan's hands grab his face. His mouth parts. His smirk matched his, but it was not one of lust or desire. It was one of death and blood, the one he had worn

thing but a loin cloth and a mask jus

er's eyes. He screamed, not realizing the more he screamed, the more it egged him on. That was

lood splattered on the cold dark tile ground, followed by his limp body. "Don't ever

ded with shiny neon blood on h

begone!" Eth

d stranger, Ethan grabbed her hand and star

cked the shit out of him, and I'm not sure what else you did. I think he's bleeding

pt his damn cool and stayed calm like he usually does. He doesn't

he first time, he could see f

He is a Fae, he would heal

Instead, she licked her lip as if what she saw actually turned her on. The girl makes his he

oing to get

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e you s

ne's secrets,"

are we

them all up. I'd rather terrorize your body." Pulling her to his side, his hand firmly holding

des between her te

r lips, it was like someone had just informed him that he had won the damn world.

re were no tender moments or a desire to bring them so much pleasure that the world under their feet would shatter and their eyes would see stars. But this one, the little alchemist, Ethan wanted he

heets. The place looked like a Fae-style brothel from the past. The wall was ordained with whips,

htly open, her delicate hands rubbing against each other

isses from her shoulder to her earlobe. "I d

alling back, and her body relaxin

ask shifted, but she recovered, moving it back into place. "I'm

be someone's little doll, or is yo

mes. It was already hard enough to sense what she wanted with that stupid mask on her

enjoy giving up contr