A Whisker Away 소설 & 이야기

The cloth was so thin that it was looking like a thin strap going around from her p***y to her a*s. His eyes roamed on her s*xy body as she looked away from his gaze in shyness. "Strip." Vishious whispered in a barely controlled voice. His throat feeling dry to the point of soreness. "Wouldn't you want to do that, baby?" Maya whispered teasingly while turning her face to look into his green eyes. Vishious's lips pursed in anger. He did not like to be teased. Getting teased just to get what was already his for forever always angered him and his wolf to no limits and Maya knew it very well from the very start of their relationship.

"We just need a Thermal-Shock. We crack the ice beneath its front legs, and the sea takes it." The Alpha’s Final Whistle As the Walker drew closer, its floodlights—harsh, ultraviolet beams—cut through the dark, vaporizing the snow and exposing the terrified huddles of the villagers. Elara stepped out onto the ice, alone. She held the Golden Whistle. She knew it had no power over the machine. There was no Source to call, no code to override. But as the wind howled, she realized that the whistle wasn't a tool of the "Simulation." It was a symbol of Attention.

“I love you.” “I know,” I murmured, inhaling deeply. Despite how long it had been, my wolf still reacted to her scent. When she pulled away, she glanced at the whistle, her finger tracing the carvings on it. It was the wolf’s clan totem. She then clenched the whistle tightly and said something about not getting scared because I had her back. “I can’t tell you not to go, can I?” She said, pinning the wakefulness grass back to her collar. “The sun is still high up and…”

Mane jumped out of the way to avoid a long water whip that came crushing his way right after the fight had started. The whip looked feeble and delicate, yet when it struck the ground it created a small scar in what was supposed to be a highly reinforced floor. However, the scar healed quickly and in no time there was no evidence of the whip’s frightening capabilities. *Whish* *Bang* *Whish* *Bang* Mane moved with the gracefulness of a seasoned dancer, avoiding blow after blow. He always managed to avoid the whips by a hair’s breath, yet the calmness of his expression showed that he was anything but tensed. His eyes were steely; his gaze unwavering.

Willow lingered before walking away, pushing closer to the guy beside her. When Willow finally turned to leave, fury erupted from beneath my skin. I pulled away from the blonde, cursing under my breath. Her startled expression flickered with confusion, but desperation overshadowed courtesy. “Get lost,” I snapped at the girl, frustration dictating the motion as I pushed off the wall.

Maybe— The man reached out, tucking a loose strand of her hair behind her ear before trailing his fingers down her arm. Sienna tilted her head slightly, letting the touch linger, her body language relaxed, almost inviting. Then she whispered something, her voice too low for Ethan to catch, but whatever she said made the man chuckle—a deep, indulgent sound that made Ethan’s skin prickle with unease.

“Nikolai, my birthday cake was accidentally knocked over today. Could you pick up a new one for me on your way over? Otherwise, my birthday won’t be complete…” Nikolai narrowed his eyes in slight annoyance, yet his body betrayed him as he immediately turned and walked toward the door. But just before stepping out, he paused. “I’ll be back soon. Don’t be so petty, Vivienne.” Before I could say something, the door clicked shut, and he was gone. The sound of his retreating footsteps echoed in the empty hallway, a stark reminder of how easily I had been replaced. He didn't even realize that his petty wife had already packed her heart away.

I was grateful the door the locked if not he would have seen me naked and about to fuck my Delta. “I’ll be out in a minute…” I said, stepping away from Ayla who adjusted herself. I didn’t move until WormWhicks steps faded away but his presence had already knocked me away from my arousal and now Ayla’s presence was just a nuisance.

#Mature content a head, kindly you kiddo buzz off. Samira’s knees buckled as Ray’s hand moved lower, slipping beneath the waistband of her skirt. She gasped, her back arching as his fingers found her most sensitive spot, rubbing slow, teasing circles that made her head spin.

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