Scarlet laughed, the kind of laugh that bubbled up unbidden, unrestrained. She tipped her head back and let it spill into the warm air of her kitchen.“I did not think they’d throw such a party,” she said, cheeks flushed from wine and the good cheer of company.The kitchen was alive..Tanya leaning against the counter, sipping her glass of rosé with exaggerated elegance, Bree bustling about with a bowl of chips in her hand, teasing Scarlet about how she “played house” far too well.“You’re practically domestic,” Bree drawled, winking as she slung an arm suddenly around Scarlet’s waist. “See? Perfect hostess. Perfect everything.” She gave a playful squeeze.Scarlet swatted at her, laughing again, though her cheeks grew warmer under the touch. Tanya rolled her eyes with a grin.On the couch in the adjoining living room, Ryan and Andy were deep in their card game, voices rising in mock-competitive arguments, slamming cards down like they were at a casino instead of her living room.The wh
Izel’s scales glimmered under the pale moonlight, wet from the creek, his long tail curling and coiling in the sand. He tried to lift himself, to slither away, but Cyd’s weight pinned him firmly, a living, unyielding lock.Cyd leaned closer, face brushing against Izel’s, breath warm and intoxicating. “You’ve been avoiding me,” he murmured, low and teasing, a predator enjoying the chase even in stillness.“I… I needed space,” Izel hissed softly, squirming slightly. His muscles flexed, tail flicking, but Cyd anticipated every motion, holding him with effortless strength.“You think you can escape me?” Cyd’s hands..or rather, his coils..tightened, pressing him against the sand, pressing him down. The pressure was delicious, restrictive, and Izel’s body responded without permission. He shivered, not from cold but from the electric awareness of Cyd’s proximity.Cyd chuckled, a soft, throaty sound that sent vibrations through Izel’s chest. “You’re restless tonight, aren’t you? You can’t
“You still haven’t told me who you are… or what you were really doing by the sea, behind the campus theatre,” Scarlett murmured, her voice thick with sleep.Her head was heavy against his chest, breath slowing, the fight to stay awake fading.Izel’s lips curved faintly, his own eyelids lowering, but his mind too restless to sleep. “I came to watch you,” he said, almost a whisper, like a confession slipped through a yawn.Scarlett stirred slightly. “Watch me?” Her lashes fluttered, a last attempt to keep the veil of dreams from dragging her under.“Yes,” Izel breathed, curling closer around her. “Watch you.”The words were simple, harmless on the surface, but the truth beneath them glowed hot in his chest. He hadn’t just watched her..he had studied her, traced her every movement in silence, memorized the cadence of her laugh, the way her hair caught the sun, the delicate curve of her neck. He had obsessed over her.The first day he saw her near the swamp, sunlight glinting on her skin,
⚠️ WarningThis tale plunges into forbidden territories of desire. Within these pages lies explicit sexual content, including intimacy between humans and non-human entities. It is raw, obsessive, and unapologetically carnal.“Oooh fuck..your cock’s splitting me open,” Scarlet gasped, writhing beneath him, her body trying to twist away even as her voice broke into moans.Izel trembled, hips stuttering. “I..ahh..fuck..I can’t hold it..” His cock twitched deep inside her, each thrust harder, rougher, like he was chasing something he couldn’t stop.“I..I’m gonna cum inside..” he whimpered, pace spiraling.Scarlet’s nails dragged down his back, her head thrashing. “No..no, don’t..don’t you dare cum in me..” But her protest broke apart in a cry, more a plea than command.“I can’t..fuck..I can’t pull out..” His body shuddered violently as he spilled into her, whimpering against her neck.“Fuuuck..I’m cumming too,” Scarlet cried, clenching around him as she trembled under the waves of her own
“Fuckin’ hell, she’s trying to spite me.”Elias slammed the car door harder than necessary, the sound ricocheting off the quiet hospital parking lot. His chest heaved as he leaned back against the leather seat, knuckles whitening against the steering wheel.June’s face flashed in his head again..that polite, distant dismissal, her calm preference for Zane over him. His wife had just spat in his pride, and the burn in his chest spread like fire licking gasoline.He shoved the key into the ignition, the car roaring to life as he yanked the wheel, pulling out onto the road with a recklessness that betrayed the rage he was choking down.By the time he screeched to a halt outside the club where he’d dropped Avery earlier, the fury had hardened into a single, unrelenting thought: If she wants to push me away, fine. I’ll take what’s mine elsewhere.He strode past the entrance, security barely glancing at him before stepping aside..everyone knew who he was. His eyes, sharp and cutting, scanne
The steady beep of the monitor filled the quiet hospital room, punctuated by the faint drip of the IV line feeding into June’s arm. Zane sat in the chair beside her bed, long legs stretched out, his posture deceptively casual. But his eyes never strayed too far from her face, even while his thumb scrolled lazily down the page of the book on his phone. Every rise and fall of her chest was a silent reassurance he wouldn’t admit he needed.From the corner of his vision, he caught a flicker of movement. June’s fingers twitched faintly against the sheets, a small stir, but enough to snap his attention away from the phone.“Boss?” he blurted, already on his feet and leaning over her before she could open her eyes.A soft moan escaped her throat — not of pain, but of the heavy grogginess that comes after sleep. Her lashes fluttered once, twice, before her gaze, hazy and disoriented, finally settled on him.“Zane…” Her voice was dry, barely a whisper.He exhaled, a tension he hadn’t realize