Novels by Eve

The sun spilled into my sight, waking me from my slumber.I blinked and slowly got my bearings. I was in someone's bed. Naked. Lying on top of the covers. My wife's bare, cum-covered body was pressed against mine.Ariana. Oh God. What had we done? I rubbed my face, trying to relive everything that had happened. Desperate to forget.I rolled over, aching. Brian and Vanessa -- the couple that had caused our current situation -- were still passed out next to us on the king-sized bed. It was like we'd been sleeping next to lions. Fortunately, like great cats lazing in the summer sun, Vanessa and Brian were dead to the world.I gave Ariana a little shake on the shoulder."Wha huh?" My wife slowly opened her eyes as consciousness returned. "Oh fuck." I wasn't used to this cussy version of my wife."We fell asleep," I said."We did a lot more than that," Ariana said. We spoke in hushed tones, careful not to disturb the other couple."Are we OK?" I asked.Ariana raised her eyebrow at me."Am

"She's safe," Brian said, "We never let anyone do it. But you can. You should. She wants it. It's OK."To my shock, Ariana chimed in. "Yes Felix. Do it. I want to see."I felt the need to empty myself overtake me. Whatever stamina I'd earned throughout that insane night finally gave out."Ugh," I grunted."AH!" Vanessa groaned."Oh!" Ariana squeaked.I exploded inside Vanessa's squeezing, cinching snatch. My first burst long and nearly painful with how much I'd already held back."Ohhhhhh... s-so hot," Vanessa said. Another orgasm rippled through her. A small, wrung out thing that had her shivering from her toes to her shoulders.I burst forth, the pleasure overtaking me. It felt more like relief. Like I'd been holding my breath for hours and the air came in so sweet and good. My cum spattered against Vanessa's cervix. Her body responded in kind, sucking it all up. I tilted over her, my orgasm finally draining out. Vanessa gave me a squeeze."That was lovely," Vanessa said. She gave m

Again, I stared down at the woman I was plowing. They'd called Ariana a fuck goddess before, but then what did that make Vanessa? She was a piece of female perfection, from the curve of her sides to the jiggle of her breasts hanging down, conical under her. Her tan skin and golden hair were flawless. You couldn't mold a more perfect woman. And I was fucking her. Forcing sounds and screams out of her. It's enough of a dream to play a Stradivarius. But to suddenly become a virtuoso in front of an eager crowd? It was beyond anything I could have fantasized about.And yet, I couldn't keep my eyes off my Ariana. Despite the fact that the man who'd just fucked the life out of her was holding her tightly. In spite of the fact that she was covered in his spend. I had to stare her way.At the same time, my wife watched me fuck another woman, enraptured. And I realized that I recognized that face. Because it was the same one I'd been making a moment before. When I was watching her.As completel

Brian reached under my wife and lifted her ass off the bed. He placed her legs on his shoulders. Only her neck and head stayed on the mattress. Her boobs slipped to her sides. He reached down with his hand and dragged his thumb over Ariana's asshole.If Ariana didn't like nipple play and she wasn't into oral, you can only imagine how little butt stuff appealed to her. It wasn't that she didn't like it; the idea didn't even occur. To her, anal sex was like elbow sex or ear sex, or a hundred other weird things people made up for comedy that couldn't possibly be real.Brian grazed her anus with his thumb. Then pressed it inside.Ariana cried out. The sound she made was inhuman. Beyond animal. Something in the very base of her brain. Her body bucked. She stiffened and she howled. Keened and thrashed. But subtly I saw her ass inch up as if trying to swallow more. "Fuck... she got... tight," Brian said, and I knew Ariana had finally found a way to finish off the monster. His face flushed. H

"It's OK," Ariana said, "Just be careful." As if those two sentences didn't cancel each other out."Vanessa?" Brian asked, like he actually needed his wife's permission at this point, "What do you say?""Please let your husband put his cock in me," Ariana cried out.Vanessa's grin practically wrapped around her face. She nodded her agreement, imperiously.Brian held his dick up with his fist, aimed it at my wife's pussy, and slid it inside. For the first time in her life, a man other than me was penetrating my wife.Ariana groaned low as Brian filled her. Her body stiffened. Eyelids fluttered. She tipped her head back."Ohhhhhhh..."Brian drew back, then slid forward, his dick plumbing my wife's depths with ease. She spread her legs wider, letting him inside as far as she could. His muscled ass clenched with every push into her pussy. "Fuck she's steaming," he said. "Like a goddamn summer day. Red hot and ready to fuck."When our partners' connection was complete, Vanessa raised her h

A pair of hands grabbed my hips on either side and raised them upward. Again, I paused my pussy licking to look. Vanessa grinned over at me. She slid her head under my crotch, like she was about to look for leaking transmission fluid, then swallowed my pendulous piston.Now it was my turn to groan. Ariana heard my noise and looked over, but Brian blocked her view. I tried to focus on pleasing my wife, but Vanessa's sucking stole my attention. I'd been so impressed by Scarlett's oral skills. Now, they seemed like nothing next to the performance that Vanessa was putting on. Her mouth as dexterous as a hand; as wet and warm as a cunt.Scarlett. For a second my mind flitted back to her. My sister-in-law had never returned to the bedroom, as she'd promised. I hoped she was safely at home. Or passed out in the bathroom. The alternative was something I tried not to think about. Then Vanessa slurped, and my wife groaned, and my mind was ripped back to the bedBrian's hand drifted in front of

Katherine’s POVMorning came with sun rays filtering into my room and I had barely slept and when I finally did, I dreamt of Kendrick, and me begging him to do things to me. Things I don’t think you would want to know about.It was the weekend. When I was still with Lester we used to go on fancy dates at highly expensive places. I preferred the romantic lure of a cinema but Lester said that entertainment was a waste of resources and only unreasonable people went to watch movies.When our marriage became estranged, he started ditching me for golf with so called business partners. Business partners that probably never existed.Since I reunited with my brothers, we usually have brunch at Nolan’s place with Derrick doing the cooking. Fredrick had already texted me a remainder to come over to Nolan’s place.I took a bath and dressed in cozy clothes. There was no need for formality and I loved the warmness my brothers had towards me. I felt free and safe around them and they were so protect

Katherine’s POVI had done everything I could to stay away from him.After that night in the elevator after the way his voice cut through the air, that question still echoing in my chest I swore I’d keep my distance. I thought if I just avoided him long enough, the memory of his eyes, his touch, his scent would fade.But fate… it had other plans.It happened at a private event on the outskirts of the city. A quiet, exclusive meeting meant to finalize a deal under my family’s name. The venue was a discreet glass-walled villa overlooking the dark stretch of forest. I’d worn calm like armor that night, dressed in black silk and quiet power. Everything was under control.Until it wasn’t.One moment, I was shaking hands with the client. Next, I saw movement at the edge of the terrace, men in dark suits stepping out of the shadows, their eyes cold and fixed on me. Lester’s men.My pulse jumped.For months, I’d known he was watching, waiting for a chance to drag me back under his control. Bu

Kendrick’s POVI couldn’t forget her.No matter how many nights passed, how many faces blurred together at business dinners and corporate galas, she stayed with me. The woman from that night. The one who’d looked at me like I was both her ruin and her escape.The fire in her eyes. The sadness in her voice. The way she walked away without ever telling me her name.I told myself it didn’t matter just one night, a fleeting moment, something best left in the dark. But weeks later, she was still there, lingering at the edges of my thoughts. Every time I walked into a room, I found myself scanning the crowd like a fool, searching for a ghost.And then I saw her again.It was at the Alpha Business Summit one of those events filled with sharp suits, fake smiles, and too much champagne. I wasn’t expecting anything but boredom. Until she appeared.She stood across the hall beside the Alpha of the Vale family. Her posture was regal, her expression unreadable, but her presence… Her presence comma

I walked into Lester’s office with a steadiness I didn’t actually feel.Each step of my heels echoed against the floor, crisp and deliberate. The sound filled the silence like a warning.He was behind his desk, typing something on his laptop, brows furrowed. When he finally looked up, his eyes flicked over me curious first, then annoyed.I didn’t say a word. I just set the folder down on the polished surface between us.For a moment, he didn’t touch it. His gaze moved from the folder to my face, as if trying to read something there. I kept my expression still. He reached out finally, flipped it open, and his entire posture shifted.“What the hell is this?” he demanded.“Freedom,” I said quietly.The word hung in the air between us.He laughed. A sharp, ugly sound that filled the office and bounced off the glass walls. “Freedom?” he repeated, his voice dripping with disdain. “You’ll walk away with nothing, Katherine. Nothing. You didn’t even give me an heir. You’re useless Omega.” Onc

Katherine’s POVThe next evening, I stood in front of the mirror, staring at my reflection like I was meeting a stranger. The woman looking back at me wasn’t the quiet, careful version I’d been for years.I slipped into a red dress the first time I’d worn one since my wedding. For years, I’d stuck to gray, beige, soft blues. Safe colors. Colors that never drew attention. But tonight, I wanted to be seen.The fabric clung to my body like confidence I hadn’t felt in years. I brushed my hair over one shoulder and applied lipstick the same shade as the dress. My reflection looked… different. Stronger. Colder. The kind of woman who didn’t wait for anyone’s approval.For once, I wasn’t dressing for Lester. I was dressing for myself.When I walked into the hotel bar, the air felt alive. Soft jazz played in the background, and the clinking of glasses blended with low conversation. The place smelled faintly of whiskey , elegant and a little dangerous and I felt Out of place. I took a seat at

Katherine’s POVI woke up before sunrise, just like I always did. The house was still and quiet, the kind of silence that made you feel small inside it. I slipped out of bed, careful not to wake Lester, and wrapped a robe around me before heading downstairs.Every morning for the past three years, I made him breakfast eggs, toast, and coffee exactly the way he liked it. It had become more than a habit; it was my way of holding on. Holding on to us.The kitchen lights flickered on, and I started the routine I knew by heart. The smell of butter hit the pan, the coffee machine hummed softly. I moved quietly, like a ghost in my own home.By the time he came down, the table was perfectly set. I smiled at him, waiting for the small, simple things: a glance, a thank you, maybe a kiss on the cheek.But he didn’t even look at the plate.“Cancel dinner tonight,” he said, adjusting his tie in the mirror by the doorway. “I have work.”That was all. No good morning. No smile. Just those four word