33 Days, Make You Mine! Novels & Stories

Since he had no idea when will eiji’s heat will stop, he knew that what he is doing is wrong but that sense of guilt were always over taken by lust. “Your heat, does it always last for three days?” asked hiroshi to the still exhausted eiji. They just finished their last round s*x in bed, eiji was still lying in bed while hiroshi got up to get some water to drink. “no, It should be one whole week. This is my first time having my heat earlier than schedule and ended for only three days” answered eiji.

he said simply, as if it was already written in the stars. "As it was always meant to be." I swallowed hard, panic and a dangerous thrill twisting through me. "Three months," he said, brushing his nose against mine. "That's all you get. If I don't knock you up within three months. You get the money. You walk away. Free." The temptation was a slow, seductive poison sinking into my bloodstream. "Are you serious?" I whispered, hating how part of me wanted to believe it. "Dead serious," he said, cupping my jaw. "And just so we're clear — in those three months, I’ll use every dirty, wicked trick I know to fuck you senseless.

For the sake of the pack's stability, he made a three-year agreement with me. The day we signed the mating contract, he looked at me with a strange expression and said calmly, "I don't understand why you're my fated mate. Your status is clearly beneath me. But this is the Moon Goddess' will, and I can't go against it. "So, Clara, I need us to be together temporarily to stabilize the pack. We'll end it in three years." As an Omega, being able to contribute what I could to the pack made me happy, so I nodded without hesitation.

Then we pressed our lips together and kissed, I wanted our tongues to explore each other but then I heard a sound which brought me back to reality. “Did you hear that?” She purred, “No.” Then she closed her eyes again ready for that kiss or maybe a hint of something more. I remembered Kim’s words and it stopped me from taking what I wanted at that moment. “Today’s Monday.” She backed away and said, “Of course!” Today was Monday, I picked up her hand and we left the room. I had to wait until Wednesday to pick up where we’d left off. Until that time, I would be counting the days until she’d be mine.

After several minutes of silence, he pulls me against his chest. "Three days," he murmurs, pressing a kiss to my shoulder. "You made it three days. That's something." "It felt like forever," I admit. "I know. It did for me, too." His arms tighten around me. "But you called. That's all that matters." I close my eyes, feeling his cum leak out of me, his hands possessive on my skin. I lasted three days. And I know, with absolute certainty, that I won't last three more.

he said, taking her hands in his, he knew he was rushing things,a and he shouldn't have kissed her at the pool because he doesn't want to think he was here for the sex, she couldn't control himself when, he is with her, he couldn't get enough of her, i will go against all odds to keep you by my side, he thought and, if I don't win your heart in three months I will keep trying till I completely conquer your heart, he thought.

My eyes rolled to the back of my head as my nails dug into his broad thick shoulders. Dean proceeds to move at a slow but dangerous space as I desperately move my hips to match his killer pace. I know i’mma be sore for the next coming days and I'm fuckkng addicted. Everything about this man has me addicted, it has been that way since he first showed up those years ago and I don't want to ever let him go. He is my dirty little secret. And I fucking love it!

Again she inhaled deeply and applied the final touches to her make-up, she wrapped a deep blue veil around her head loosely before she stood up, she grabbed her purse and keys and then headed out. Her heels clacked against the marble floors as she made her way downstairs, the trails of her light ash colored dress swept the floor ever so slightly, the deep blue stilettos she had on added to her 5'4 by 3inches , she embodied grace as she descended the stairs, every step controlled and deliberate. At the bottom of the stairs stood Ima, whose smile was bright as always. "You look beautiful, Miss". She said once Sayya reached the bottom of the stairs.

Me three. ***

"Joseph, did you get the invitation? It's the design you picked out. Take a look at the sample and see if it's what you envisioned." I was taken aback. I hadn't expected her to be so efficient and thorough. This sense of mutual effort—of tackling things together—was something I had never felt with Whitney. I snapped out of my thoughts and texted Clara back a quick "yes". Then I looked down at the date printed on the invitation again. Three days left. That was more than enough time. … Early the next morning, I went to the office, wanting to wrap up my remaining projects. The moment I walked into the bullpen, I caught hushed whispers nearby.