A Little Bit Dirty By Willow Winters Novels & Stories

-Cain- Willow walked into the dining room almost like a robot, so quiet as we joined the others. I felt slightly overwhelmed too, but it was clear my mate was processing her emotions. “So, how did it go?” Weston asked as we took our seats at the table again. “Fuck, I wish I could drink right now,” Willow groaned, choosing the seat beside Carter. She grabbed his mug, smelling the alcohol since she couldn’t drink it. “Do you think you can get drunk just from the smell?”

Chloe Vance's POV “That is a wrap on the holiday special, everyone! Great work!” The director’s voice echoes through the studio speakers, followed by the sound of the crew clapping and shifting heavy equipment. I let out a shaky breath, my body tingling from the lingering aftershocks of that massive orgasm. The warm holiday oil is cooling on my skin, making the slick layer of Leo’s cum feel sticky against my thighs. I slide off the mahogany table, my legs still slightly unstable, and grab a silk robe off the nearby prop chair to wrap around my completely exposed, flushed body.

She was still a little puffy and sensitive from last night, but so fucking wet that my fingers made obscene squelching noises as I pumped them deep. “Oh shit—Leo!” she gasped against my lips, her hips bucking wildly, riding my hand. Her juices ran down my wrist. “You’re such a dirty little slut,” I growled, curling my fingers to rub that spongy spot inside her while my thumb attacked her swollen clit. “My own stepsister getting finger-fucked in a closet because she can’t stay away from my cock.”

Just then, a jarring voice cut through the quiet. "Oh, Ethan, always the joker." Wendy, in her glaring red gown, stood at the entrance of the hall. She strutted toward us, calling out, "Don't let him trick you! She's nothing but a tramp!" The crowd started murmuring, restless. Wendy, smug as ever, whipped out a black remote and slammed her thumb down on the button. An ear-splitting sound blasted through the air, inaudible to humans but agony for beastfolk.

Beatrix: The air in WillowRidge had shifted, and it wasn’t just because of the media frenzy or the hotel project. It was the weight of secrets—ones I didn’t know I was carrying, ones tied to the two men orbiting my life like restless moons. I woke up that morning with a strange resolve. Whatever tethered me to Sebastian and Adam, I had to find the root of it. I couldn’t let their emotions dictate my life, not anymore.

Wesley followed close behind, cracking jokes to keep spirits up, his energy lighter but his eyes serious. After the last of them had been wheeled out, I stood in the middle of the car, surrounded by silence. The cabin looked like a war zone. Open water bottles rolled across the floor. Used barf bags sat bloated in the corner. Blankets and jackets were strewn across the seats. The air still hung heavy with the sour stench of vomit and disinfectant. I grabbed a clean towel and began wiping down a row of seats. I wasn’t on staff. It wasn’t my job. But I needed to do something.

Her nose was red. It was noon, and the sun hung high in the sky. The car approached Lake Tolpond, where a secluded resort sat. It was deserted in winter, and things were silent and still. Only one cabin had smoke coming from the chimney—someone was obviously using the fireplace to make things warm and toasty inside. Willow told the driver to pull up before that cabin. Once the car stopped, she opened the door. Her hands trembled uncontrollably, and she felt stiff all over. As she got out, she practically stumbled to the door and barged in without pause.

Yet I was treated like I was the worst plague on the planet. “Hey, are you okay?” Willow said to me as she placed a hand over my shoulder. I shrugged her off slowly, stepping away from her. “Do you think I’m dirty?” I asked her as she tilted her head in confusion. It was clear she was not understanding where I was coming from. “Where is all of this coming from?” “Just answer the damn question Willow,” I sighed. “Do you think I’m dirty?” “No,” she shook her head. “You are not dirty. You are just perfect. You are wonderful. I love you.”

Willow had an idea of what he was going to say before he even said it, “You are my dessert so hurry up.” Just like that, all the anger and discomfort vanished into thin air. Willow felt her lips stretching into a wide smile but she quickly looked down to hide it. Though they might have touched each other so many times. Scratch that, he was the one that was always touching her, but they never went all the way. She had a feeling that it was about to change this night and she was looking forward to it. With him, she had never felt like she was dirty and all the times he had touched her, she came harder than the last and that was from his fingers alone. She wondered what his cock could do. Willo

"See what?" "What are you studying?" She seemed taken aback at the sudden topic. "Uh, Mechatronics, why?" "I thought you'd go for acting." Jordan's eyebrows furrowed. She was either lost or wanted to act like the thing with Luigi didn't just take place. She licked her lips nervously. "Why would you think that?" "Because you, Jordan Maya Miller, are a manipulative little bitch." Her eyebrows shot up to her hairline. "What is that supposed to mean?" She asked, seeming offended. I scoffed.