46 Novel(s) Related To Colby Brock Fanfiction

It was a violation of his privacy, so I withdrew from his mind the moment I knew how. Brock's eyelids fluttered at the sensation of my gaze upon him in slumber. Initially, his lips curled into a contented smile, but recognition of my earlier anger swiftly eclipsed it. He began to stammer out apologies for his presence in my bed. Gently pressing my fingers to his lips, I silenced him. Then, I claimed him with a kiss, hungrily sealing our bond in the sanctuary of our embrace. "Mate with me," I confessed to Brock, speaking from the depths of my heart. His eyes widened in astonishment, and in the blink of an eye, he had stripped us both bare.

He looked at her in those half-open piercing blue eyes, his brows knitted with confusion. “Do you want to stop?” She found it hard to reply but she nodded her head and said, “Yes.” He swallowed hard, slowly stepping back, giving her space to stand on her feet from being situated on the table. The burning lust they have seconds ago was being put out by a bucket of water. It is slowly dying down, but there’s still heat left. She can feel it. What had just happened? Colin turned around, clearing his throat a couple of times. While she tightened her already loose stays that he tugged earlier in an attempt to undress her.

“Well it looks like you could use some help around here. Colby told me things were bad here, but I hadn’t imagined they were this bad. I’d like to know what happened, and how I can help you get back on your feet.” “When did Colby come here?” “He brought Braxton home last night. He brought Braxton right back to the pack house to sleep for the night.” “Oh. Why do you want to help me?” “Mostly for Braxton’s sake, but also for yours. It looks like you’ve been struggling for awhile.” “Yeah. It’s….just yeah.” “What happened?” “Truthfully?” “Of course.” “Aurora. She fucked me up pretty badly.” “She seems to have that effect on a lot of people.”

The collar tightened around my throat. “Ryan.” I gasped. He yanked me closer. “What game are you playing?” he snarled. “I’m not playing anything.” I replied desperately. “Then why are you here?” he snapped at me. “My mom married your dad.” I mumbled. “Don’t act stupid.” he sounded irritated. “I’m not.” my voice shook embarrassingly. For a second I thought he might actually hit me. Instead he leaned closer. "Bastard" he growled. He released my shirt abruptly and I stumbled backward. Ryan ran a hand through his hair, then cursed.

"Myron pretended his knees did not hurt. We all knew we were lying but the lies felt kind. Gentle reminders that time was not our enemy. Just another adventure we faced together." One evening I was writing about the Council war. The chapter where everything nearly fell apart. My hand moved across the page describing battle strategies and political manoeuvring. Then I felt it. A familiar warmth spreads through the room. Different from body heat. More like sunshine breaking through clouds. I looked up. Stopped breathing. Ross stood in my doorway. Not solid but translucent like morning mist. A spirit. His smile was the same devastating one I fell in love with seventy five years ago.

I should run. Cain is dangerous, selfish, cold, but cain is the one person I can’t stop thinking about. He’s bad for me. Hes my steobrother. I shouldn’t want ny stepbrother, every part of my body says. But it is too late to turn back now. I reach for the door. “Layla.” My hand drops. Tyler is walking toward me from the far end of the corridor, hands in his pockets, face careful in the way it has been for days, like he’s been holding something heavy and decided he’s too tired to keep holding it. He stops in front of me. Looks at the gym doors. Looks at me. “Can we talk,” he says. Inside, the crowd surges. Something is happening in there. “Tyler, I—” “Please.” Just that. Quiet and exhausted. I look at the doors one more time. Then I follow him. We find an empty classroom two corridors down. Tyler sits on the edge of a desk and I stand near the window because I cannot make myself sit, and the distance between us feels necessary in a way I can’t explain without explaining everything

“I especially like when you’re already inside me and you still push a finger or two in beside your cock. The burn… the way it forces me open even more while you’re fucking me. It makes me feel completely taken. I want to try something bigger than that eventually. Something that really stretches me until I can’t think.” I wrote every word carefully, the image already forming in my mind. “I like when you talk about breeding me, about filling me until it leaks out. Cum play. I like tasting it. I like feeling it inside me for hours after. I even like the idea of you using it as lube.” My handwriting stayed neat even though the words went straight through me. “What about bondage?” I asked.

My chest puffed with pride as she obeyed, stepping forward and allowing my allies to see the woman on my arm. “You’re sure?” Broderick asked. “Absolutely,” Colby answered for me. “I was at their wedding. He was furious when she was taken.” I laughed, unable to contain it as I remembered that day. It felt like a lifetime ago, but I loved every second of it. There was nothing that made me happier than to piss Cain off.

“Uh-huh… And why does that have you blushing?” Becky asks, leaning against the counter top, giving me a teasing look. “Well, he got all possessive when Brody started eyeing me up and down like a piece of meat,” I giggle, unable to control my blush. I honestly don’t know when I’ve blushed so much. It’s a new thing, being around Colt and his effect on me. “Oh! Do tell!” She giggled with a mischievous smile. She loves a good bit of gossip, but there really isn’t much to tell… At least about Brody. He really wasn’t my type. Colt on the other hand...

I am still not his property and he still doesn’t have permission from Randall to touch me, so even the standard touch and sex that Angus likes to have with me hurts. Once Angus has stepped back and sat back down, I quickly walk back over to the servant's door and slip back through it. I sigh and then walk over to where the bottles of wine are. I pick one up, turn around, and then head back over to the door. I take a deep breath and jump as Colby places her hand on my shoulder, whispering, “It will be okay. It is just another ordinary event, just another ordinary service.”

Ready. Channing scooted down Colby’s body, avoiding bumping his upper torso. She’d rather take a shortcut and trail soft healing kisses and touches over his bruised ribs. But she knew he’d rather have a trail of hot, hungry kisses down his cock. A couple of quick hard strokes and she brought him into her wet mouth. Colby groaned and arched, trying to shove his dick in deeper. Which lasted about a second because he winced in pain and dropped back to the mattress, letting his cock slip free from between her lips.

"ALSO. Speaking of Cole. He asked me to study again. Third time this week. And before you say that's normal – he brought snacks. In labeled containers. I'm talking masking tape with flavour descriptions. Sweet chili almonds. Trail mix – no raisins (I remembered you don't like them). He remembered I don't like raisins, Naomi. From a conversation we had ONCE three weeks ago. Is that romance or psychopathy? I genuinely cannot tell. The containers were colour-coded. COLOUR-CODED. Call me back immediately." I listened to it twice. Smiled for the first time in three days. Something about the image of Cole – quiet, steady Cole who'd slept outside Rhys's door – carefully labelling snack containers for the girl he was falling for made the world feel slightly less like it was ending. The Cole and Sienna thing was growing in the background of our disaster like wildflowers pushing through cracked pavement. Quiet. Determined. Refusing to wait for better conditions. I sent Sienna back a voice note: "Colour-coded containers is romance. Definitively. Marry him." Then: "Thank you for watching Rhys. I know you're doing it for me and I love you."

Colby acted as though he could not hear her as his fingers traveled from her face to her neck, "this is why I told you to stay away from me, Tanya. Just having you this close has set my body on fire. I've missed you so much, baby. You have no idea how difficult it has been all this time. Having you so close yet not being able to touch you, kiss you or make love to you has been absolute torture. I love you so much, Tanya. What do I do with my heart? Tell me?" Tanya just stared at Colby without another word. Her heart began to race and she felt afraid that she was going to betray Derek. A part of her wanted to push Colby away but she was afraid that he was going to feel more hurt. He was staring so deeply into her eyes that she wondered if his sight was really bad. If she hadn't heard it directly from the doctor's mouth, she would have doubted that he could not see well.

COLLEGE ROMANCE Written by:Authoress Ricky 🦋 Chapter Thirty- two🦋 Final💕💕💕 It been over a month now and things went back to normal. Mom spent time with us and guess what am going on a real date with Jeremy and I can't wait. Mark and Nobody I guess but he had been trying to get connected to julliard the new school nerd that doesn't even give him an attention. Jessica finally settled with Bred. Wondering who is Bred?

She grabbed Ella's neck tightly. "Today Summer Ray , you will pay." Brook squeezed her neck. " How do you know that this is Summer. Leave Ella alone. She is mine." Bobby growled. " Three years locked away, you have lost your mind." Brook lifted up Ella's shirt. " Remember this birthmark?" "There is no birthmark." Bobby snapped." Leave her alone. She is mine." " She is going to be dead. You are mine Bobby. You are mated to me. How dare you think that you can live happily with this wench." Brook tightened her grip and Ella's temples throbbed. Her face was no pale and her hands were floppy.

Yeah? “What are you not used to that is getting you to blush like a sweet sixteen, huh? Seeing a hot guy like me, or you being called gorgeous? Hasn't any man appreciated you for the beauty that you really are, sissy?” He asks as he fiddles with his trimmed field hockey beard. He is as annoying as ever. But in a way, I hate to admit that he is right. I mean, this is him, my stepbrother, the ever-annoying Joe Fredrick Montana! Why am I aroused by him? Why is his presence making me this uncomfortable?

Going out with him, one-on-one was making me feel uneasy, but I wanted to do it. The two of us needed to talk, to figure out where we stood with one another. I hated the fact that I was mated to my four brothers' friends. It didn’t feel like this would change, but I was trying my best to make the most of it. I was already in the car waiting for Colby when he slid into the driver's seat. He put a bag in the back, making me lift a brow. “Oh, so you did plan a picnic.” “Why are you surprised?” Colby asked, offended. “I said I was going to plan a picnic for you. Did you think I was lying or something?”

It occurred to me that Colby didn’t exactly specify how far they went, but I realized I didn’t want to know. We wrapped up after that, and Colby thanked us both several times for the grace we were giving him. I walked him back out, and when we got to his car, he said, “I’m sorry. I know I betrayed your trust.” “And bruised my ego,” I tried to tease. “Is my sister that much hotter than me?” Colby laughed nervously. “I have a strict no-sleeping-with-my-students rule. Believe me though, you’re definitely beautiful and my type.”

as I moved out of the cell. As the door closes, Colby grabs me around my waist and pulls me into an empty observation room. “You know she’s full of shit, right?” he asks me. “You are very loveable, brilliant, beautiful, kind, and people want you for more than your Pack, I assure you” he says kissing me after each word. I sigh and snuggle into him closer as he hugs me tight to him. As I have my head on his chest with my arms wrapped around his waist, I laugh, “You’re just saying that cause your Pack is bigger!”, I hear the rumble from his laughter, “Well there is that, but I promise you, I want the whole package known as Kate Adams,” Colby says kissing my head. Squeezing him tighter I move to let him go, “Time to go visit Boyd and see what hatred he’s ready to share,” I sigh as we move out of the room. Colby takes my hand in his as we move down the hall to Boyd.

Kolby had never had time or even the want for a female or male companion, however, after spending time with the boss's little hacker before they lost her and now with the torture of the female in interrogation, Kolby is finally feeling his body’s cravings. Kolby closes his eyes and is surprised when he is assaulted by erotic images of Gabriela withering and pleading for him to stop while he pins her to the cot underneath him. Kolby turns back onto his back and before he even realises what he is doing his hand has slipped into his boxers and is stroking his hard throbbing cock.