Novels by Melanie Tee

Emma’s POVThe first thing I feel when I wake up is the ache between my legs. Delicious, filthy proof of last night. Richard’s heavy arm is slung across my waist, his chest warm against my back, his breath is steady as he sleeps.I shift, and the movement wakes him instantly. His hand slides down my stomach, fingers finding the mess he left inside me, two fingers slipping easily through the slick mix of us.“Morning, little mate,” he murmurs, voice rough with sleep. His cock is already hard against my ass.I should leave. I should slip out and head back to work, but maybe a few minutes more with him wouldn’t hurt. So, instead of leaving, I arch back into him.He doesn’t ask twice. One strong arm hooks under my knee, spreading me open. The thick head of his cock nudges my entrance, still swollen and dripping from round two; or was it three? hours ago. He pushes in slow, letting me feel every inch, letting the burn remind me who I belong to now.“Fuck, you take me so perfectly,” he groa

Emma’s POVI waited until everyone had gone to sleep, as the yacht rocked gently beneath us in the quiet of the night. Brittany must probably be all curled up in her cabin dreaming of daddy’s approval. I smirked as I slipped through the corridor like a ghost in my ridiculous elf skirt. My heart nursing only one thought: ruin her by ruining him.Richard’s door was ajar. He stood at the foot of the bed in nothing but low-slung sweatpants, and his mouth curled when he saw me.“Couldn’t sleep, little mate?”I didn’t answer with words, dropping to my knees.The carpet was plush under my skin as I crawled forward, skirt riding up to bare my ass. No panties—I’d arranged for that earlier. His cock was already straining against the fabric, a thick outline that made my mouth water. I tugged the waistband down, and he sprang free—heavy, veined, the head flushed dark and thick with pre-cum.For Brittany, I told myself. Let her choke on this.I licked a slow stripe up the underside, tasting salt a

Richard’s POVFinally, some goddamn peace. The divorce from that conniving bitch of an ex-wife had dragged on for months, her lawyers sniffing around my assets like hyenas, but I’d clawed my way out intact. Work? Buried under a mountain of corporate bullshit, but I’d shoved it all aside for this yacht holiday.Just me and Brittany, my little girl—though at 22, she wasn’t so little anymore. She’d cleaned up her act since those wild high school days, thank fuck, and this Christmas cruise was my way of rewarding her. No more scandals, no more late-night calls from the principal about her sucking off half the swim team in the locker room. She was proper now, demure, the perfect daughter.I lounged at the bar in the yacht’s lavish lounge, the ocean rocking gently beneath us. Brittany sat beside me, chattering about her latest yoga retreat. I nodded along, but my mind was elsewhere—specifically, on the ache in my balls that had been building since we boarded.My wolf paced restlessly inside

Emma’s POVThe salty sea air whipped through my hair as I stepped aboard the luxurious yacht, the “Yultide Dream,” was docked in the bustling harbor.I’d managed to secure a last-minute gig from a shady online ad. I was to serve drinks to wealthy holiday travelers on a week-long Christmas cruise. At least it came with accommodation; a cramped cabin bunk, three square meals, and a paycheck that might cover a deposit on a new place. No more sleeping on park benches or crashing in abandoned cars.As the yacht pulled away from shore, I couldn’t help but shake the emptiness I felt inside. My thoughts drifted back to Mark’s betrayal, his cock buried balls-deep in that slut’s cunt, their moans echoing in my mind like a twisted soundtrack.Fuck, why did it make me wet even now? I squeezed my thighs together, feeling the dampness in my panties as I reported for duty in the main lounge.I was handed my uniform, a complete joke of a skimpy red elf outfit that hugged my curves like a second skin.

Emma’s POVI turned the key in the lock and it gave a familiar click, but the sounds coming from inside my shared apartment was far from that.A low rhythmic moan echoed from the hallway, accentuated by the wet sounds of skin slapping skin and a woman’s breathy giggle.My heart jumped.I thought Mark told me he’d be working late again, so what in hell’s name was going on?I crept forward silently, the grocery bags I held crinkling softly, until I reached the bedroom door. It was slightly open, just enough for me to see the heart-shattering pornographic scene.There he was, my boyfriend of two years, Mark, naked and sweaty like a bucket of water had been poured on him. His body glistened under the dim damp light and his muscular back flexed as he thrust deep into a blonde lady sprawled beneath him on our bed.OUR bed!The woman was a stranger to me, she had long legs and fake tits bouncing with every powerful stroke. Mark’s hands gripped her hips hard enough to leave bruises, pulling h