Paranormal Romance Boxset

Paranormal Romance Boxset

Laxmi Hariharan

Contents

Wanted

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Exhale

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Ugly

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Zeus

Take me, knot me. Her eyes of shattered green glare at me.

I growl, and the hoarse resonance of my purr vibrates up my chest, then spills over and echoes between us.

Color flushes her cheeks. Her lower belly twitches and the sugary scent of her slickness bleeds into the air.

My groin tightens, and my balls draw up.

Liquid heat gushes from between her legs, bathing my shaft where it twitches against her soft core.

I grab her hips, position her just so, and brush the tip of my engorged arousal over her trembling flesh.

Every muscle in her body coils with tension. Her chest heaves.

I stay right there, balanced on my elbows poised at the entrance of her wet channel. My biceps strain under my weight.

Rut me, Alpha. Her hands grip my upper arms; her nails dig into my muscles.

Still, I don’t move.

Her pelvis tilts up and every part of her seems to strain against me.

My hardness twitches, the engorged head rocks into the triangle between her legs.

I groan. So does she.

I want to hear her plead. Better still if she fights me.

Instead, she shoves her hips up, cradling me, pulling at me to slide into her, to satisfy her the way only I can.

Liquid heat pours through my veins. A bead of sweat slides down my neck and plops on her cheek.

Now. She snarls, then bites down on her full lower lip. Her green eyes blaze, the black of her pupils bleeds out into the emerald, and I feel myself drawn into them. I can lose myself in the depths of her gaze.

My heart stutters; my chest closes.

This is different.

This isn’t like being with any other omega. I hadn’t anticipated this. And it’s precisely that hesitation which sends me over the edge. I scoop up her hips and slam into her core.

The omega screams. Her hips writhe. Slickness pours out of her, lapping at my dick. A pulse of heat whips over my skin.

She punches her fist into my shoulder, shoving at me, even as with her other hand she draws her nails down my back, pulling me close.

Pain shudders down my spine, narrowing down to my groin and, just like that, I want to show her who is in control.

I grab her arm and twist it over her head, then break her hold and shove her other hand up, too. I shackle both her wrists with my hand.

She hisses at me.

The sound thrums at my nerve endings. The hair on my neck rises, and my brain cells seem to fire all at once. I can’t help the smirk that curls my lips. Just how I like it. Hard. Wild. My kind of omega. Heat pools in my chest.

What are you waiting for? She surges up, trying to pull out of my hold.

I lean my weight on her, not enough to hurt but with enough pressure to show her who is bigger, more powerful. Who is in charge—and, yeah, to make it clear that she is mine to command. Mine to do with as I want.

I swipe my other palm down the underside of her arm, to her breast. I tweak the nipple, and she groans. The sound sinks into my blood, arrows straight to my groin, and suddenly I have to have her. I need to see her come, to fall apart around me. I drag my fingers to her center and grind the heel of my hand against it.

Her entire body shudders. A keening cry spills out of her.

Soon, very soon. I lower my face until it’s right over hers. Our noses bump. Drawing in our joined breaths, I let the purr swell my chest, and swirl up my throat.

Her chin trembles.

I let the noise unfurl around her, over her.

Her entire body tenses, then her muscles relax. A stream of her slick swells her channel to lap at my engorged flesh.

The scent of sugary sweetness is heavy in the air. It warms my blood, my groin tightens, and I grow even harder inside of her.

Say my name.

She shakes her head and bites her lower lip.

I feel that all the way to the tip of my cock.

Stubborn omega.

I pull out of her, all the way out, to the very opening of her swollen slit. My hard flesh rasps across the soft walls of her channel.

Sparks of heat course down my spine and I grit my teeth at the sensations that flood my groin.

Her pelvis thrusts forward; her body follows me as if she wants to shadow me wherever I go. I know she will. Her body is a slave to my commands, and yet that is not enough. I need her spirit, her soul, her everything. I want every last breath of hers to be for me. Only for me.

Say it, I growl.

The sound is rough enough for goosebumps to flare over her breasts. She shivers, and her nipples grow impossibly hard.

A low purr rumbles up, from deep inside me. I draw it out this time, shove all my feelings into it, knowing I cannot tell her how much she means to me. An omega made just for me, my needs. The only one to call my own.

I nip at her lower lip, and she trembles.

I slide my tongue inside her mouth and suck on her sweetness. She tastes of honeydew with a hint of something tart. My shaft hardens even further, rubbing over her slit. She moans, the sound slipping out of her, and it arouses me further.

The scent of her, like rain on early dawn air, laps at my nerve endings and goes straight to my groin.

Her thighs clench; her trembling flesh seems to be melting under me. Pulling me in, drowning me in her desire, meshing me with her slick.

Still keeping her wrists shackled, I slide two fingers into her all at once.

A low, cry dribbles out of her.

I close my lips around her mouth and absorb it. The sound shudders down my throat, to meet the purr that whirls through me. I slide another finger inside, and her entire body shakes. She pushes her hips up and folds her knees, gripping the outsides of my thighs with her strong muscles.

I move my fingers in and out, then into her pussy once more. My movements increase in pace until her entire body moves forward with every thrust. With each thrust, my dick grows heavier, harder, and my balls draw up. My shaft screams with the need to be inside that slickness, and yet I wait. Let my swollen flesh brush over the soft flesh of her inner thigh.

The green of her irises swirls, growing impossibly deep until it feels like she is looking right into my soul. She knows what I want, and is holding back what I need. It makes me angry and excites me at the same time.

I will not let you hide. Will not let you hold back anything from me. I want your every thought, your every need, each breath you take, I want all of you, Omega.

Her features tighten.

Don’t hold back, I whisper as my breath sears her cheek.

Her eyes glow. Zeus.

The sound of her voice shivers over my skin, tugs on my nerves. A surge of heat slices through me. Desire, lust, and a strange emotion, a need to not just take but to give. To protect.

Yanking my fingers out of her, I shove my thigh between hers, shoving her legs wider apart, then I slam into her. Mine.

She screams, her eyes roll back in her head, and I watch her every response, cherishing it, absorbing it. I withdraw almost all the way out of her, then stay poised once more at the entrance of her channel.

Look at me. My voice is a whiplash that rings through the space.

I suffuse enough command in my tone so she lowers her head and opens those heavy, hooded lids.

Holding her gaze, I thrust into her so hard that her entire body jolts and moves up. You are mine. Only mine.

Color streaks her cheeks, but she doesn’t look away. Zeus.

Her lips form my name, and that only sends a fresh burst of need throbbing through me.

I surge forward and my dick thrusts into her streaming channel to graze her cervix.

Her hips shudder, and she folds her legs around my back, her heels digging into my butt. Her lips tremble.

Tell me what you feel, Omega. I deepen my purr so it’s a living, resonant thing that whips over her, around her, hauling her to me, holding her close to me.

Yours. I am yours.

The blood rushes to my groin so the base of my shaft expands. I plunge inside her and my dick locks into place, just behind her pelvic bone.

She screams and I tilt my lips over hers and absorb the sound.

Her back arches up and I lean my weight just enough to pin her down, for the heat of my body to roll over her, for the purrs that rumble up my chest to enfold her.

Her shoulders shudder and she thrusts her breasts up, flattening her curves against my chest.

My heart stutters, the climax shudders up from the soles of my feet, then my cock pulses and—Zeus.

A touch on my shoulder, and my eyelids spring open. I look into the face of a stranger.

What the—? I shake my head, my groin tightens, and my balls scream for release.

My mind tries to separate the reality of what I am seeing from the remnants of the dream that still haunts my mind.

The touch of her skin under my fingers, the scent of her arousal still teases my nostrils. My heart stutters. My pulse still hammers at my temples. Who is this omega I dreamed about?

Is she real?

A fragment of my imagination, perhaps?

I swear aloud, and the sound of my voice cuts through the remainder of the sexual haze that fills my head.

The other man’s eyes narrow. Aggression rolls off him. His muscles are coiled, yet he doesn’t move.

His features are placid.

Why isn’t he more surprised at having stumbled upon me here, inside the grounds of the General’s stronghold in London? I'd traveled through the night to get here, then scaled the walls and hidden in the bushes on the far end. I'd settled in to keep watch on the gates, waiting for the change of guards so I could break-in.

Only I'd fallen asleep, and that's a first.

I'm not usually so careless when I am on a mission and definitely not so sloppy as to have not heard this man's approach. Blame my rather explicit omega-filled dream for that. Still doesn't explain why this new arrival is so unsurprised upon finding me.

It’s almost as if he’s expecting me. And that’s not possible, is it? He couldn’t know I was on my way here to kill my bastard of a father. A twinge of warning tugs at the back of my mind.

I spring up to my feet and groan.

My dick is so hard it’s like I have a heavy rod of steel between my legs, and my balls feel like they are going to explode any moment. Piss off. I make to stride past him.

He blocks my path.

2

Zeus

Genetic mutation brought on by climate change has divided the human race into three subspecies: alphas the predators and the protectors, omegas the nurturers, and betas who fall in between.

This guy seems to be an alpha, except he's not as powerful as me. Of course, I have yet to meet another male as strong as me, and nope that's not my ego speaking, just hard facts.

I peel back my lips and my opponent squares his shoulders.

He's shorter than me, leaner and almost wiry in build.

His muscles flex, and he holds up his fists in front of him. There is a gun hooked to his belt, a sword on his back.

All props. Not that I don't resort to them when faced with a worthy opponent. This man doesn't seem dangerous. Bet, I can take him with my bare hands, after all, that’s how I survived all this time on the streets. With my guts, my wits, one day at a time.

Get out of my way.

He stays where he is, gray eyes, shining with intelligence.

You have a death wish? I squeeze my fingers into fists, and my joints pop, the sound loud in the space. And ominous. It’s normally enough to make my opponents pause.

This man angles his head. Not as much as you, Bastard of the East End.

I stiffen.

He called me by the nickname I have earned, thanks in no small part to the bodies I have left in my wake over the years; clearly he knew I was coming. Knows who I am.

I am done playing games. I drop to a crouch.

His muscles tense, and I know he’s going to attack me.

His fingers touch his gun, and I rush at him and throw him over my shoulder. His body hits the ground with a satisfying thump, and he doesn’t move.

Straightening, I