VENITA:His sudden appearance startled me for a moment, but my mind told me to just relax and let the fantasy flow. I could feel Landon’s fingers digging gently into my hips. I felt his thumbs at the small of my back, gently massaging the dips above my ass. I rolled my head to the side and moaned as he pressed his lips to my shoulder. He nibbled his way up my neck and to my ear. He took my earlobe between his teeth and bit down just enough to hurt in the most wonderful way. I could feel his hot breath in my ear. His tongue followed his breath. He licked the rim of my ear and darted his tongue inside. A shudder went through me as I could feel the hot juices pooling between my legs. Landon’s hands came around to cup my tits. He squeezed the nipples between his fingers. He moaned in my ear. I felt his cock pressing into my back; long, hard, wet from his juices. He slid his cock up and down my back. I could feel his balls rubbing against my ass. I braced my hands on the sink and wiggled

LANDON:I was certain that it was Sasha who had slashed the other boy. It was a clear sign that we needed to make some changes for her. Enrolling her in a different school, one that could accommodate shifters, seemed like the best solution. She needed proper training on how to control her emotions, her insatiable hunger, and her burgeoning strength. The incident with the boy could have escalated to something far worse. To top it off, we couldn't risk the news of her true nature getting out. I had orchestrated the scenario at the school, manipulating it to our advantage. The school had issued an apology to Sasha, shifting the attention away from her involvement and blaming it on a possible animal attack. It was a risky move, but one that I hoped would divert any prying eyes. Furthermore, I had tasked Cross to ensure that any evidence or records related to the incident would be carefully erased. I needed to ensure Sasha's safety and the safety of others around her. This was just the be

VENITA:Brighton promptly steered the car through the bustling streets of Nashville, taking me to the private hangar where a sleek jet was fueled and ready for takeoff. Jason greeted me on the tarmac, but there was no sign of Landon, which, in all honesty, was probably a good thing. After what had transpired between us, I wasn't sure I could keep from blushing when we came face to face, so I resorted to avoiding him as best as I could.The Crescent corporate jet matched the extravagance of its owner. Pristine white on the outside with the gray Crescent Cooperation logo on the tail and the name "Kurt" emblazoned in bold letters; the interior was adorned with expensive leathers and exotic woods. Eight passenger seats were arranged in sets of two facing each other, with a small table between them. I buckled in across from Jason for the fourteen hours to Shanghai. Chase Timothy occupied the seat across from Zenith, and Miranda settled into the seat directly behind Peter. It occurred to me

LANDON:The presence of Jason had always agitated my wolf, and it couldn't be more obvious. My wolf despised him just as I did. His audacity to be at ease around Venita was infuriating. He should be on edge, not comfortably near her.I observed Venita closely as she nervously moistened her lips. She was well aware that all eyes, including mine, were fixated on her. I could practically sense the internal struggle within her, torn between telling me what I wanted to hear and voicing her genuine thoughts. Venita wasn't one to be easily swayed, and I anticipated that she would speak her mind.Amidst this inner conflict, my mind wandered into more illicit territory. I imagined her in fiery red lingerie, her body pressed against various surfaces on the private jet, consumed by a fervent desire to make her mine. Thoughts of the cockpit being the perfect setting to claim her, her legs spread wide, her breasts on display, filled my imagination.Her abrupt throat clearing drew my attention back

VENITA:I stood in front of the bathroom mirror, my hands trembling as I tried to regain composure. The ordeal I had just been through had left me emotionally drained, and I desperately needed to pull myself together. I examined my reflection closely, attempting to fix my disheveled appearance.My satin green top, once pristine, was now damp with tears. My eyes were red and swollen, an unacceptable look that betrayed the composed image I was expected to present. I was a mess.As I wiped away the remnants of my breakdown, I suddenly heard buzzes that sounded like a light bulb malfunctioning and then low whispers followed. It was so close as if I sat in the midst of those murmuring. Landon's voice was the next thing I heard and it was clear as if he was outside the bathroom. Jason wanted to come after me but Landon sounded strangely nonchalant, which left me baffled. Did he hold some deep-seated grudge against me? Was that the reason for his apparent indifference to my distress?What pu