Acotar Spicy Excerpt Novels & Stories

Zoey snorted the force between us breaking. “Oh and Bri,” Beau said. “Maria makes em as spicy as you want em, so I'm curious after tasting your food. How spicy do you want these tacos? The scale goes from a 1 to a 10.” I pouted, “There's no 20?” “No but I bet she will make an exception for you,” Wyatt mumbled. I looked at Zoey. “Is it safe?” The men exchanged a look. They both nodded. “Yes,” they said together.

I scooped up a spoonful, brought it to my mouth, and the moment it touched my tongue, I felt I was in trouble. My entire throat lit up, my eyes watered instantly, and I had to cough to keep from sputtering it back out. It tasted like a firestorm. Tessa’s head turned toward me, brows pulling together. “Rowan? Do you not like it?” I shook my head so fast I thought it would snap clean off. “It’s delicious,” I managed to say. It truly was delicious, but it was too spicy! I could handle a lot of things, and spicy food wasn’t one of them.

Hearing that, she smiled involuntarily. He took her to the floor that served spicy dishes, handed the menu to her and let her order dishes. She liked spicy dishes, but the dishes she ordered were all light. After Skyler got the menu, he ordered some spicy dishes, such as spicy fish, spicy beef and spicy shrimp. When he handed the menu to the waiter, Skyler and Jocelyn said simultaneously. Skyler said, "The taste of the dishes should be hot!" Jocelyn said, "The taste of the dishes should be mild!"

Instantly, my mouth was on fire - the numbing spiciness nearly made me choke. I hadn't even seen Luke struggle with the heat yet, and here I was, already failing! Luke noticed my distress and passed me some water. "They import their chilies directly from Sichuan. Their extra hot is what they call 'demon level.' Usually only food bloggers attempt it." Me: !! Why didn't he warn me!

"So... I took the new plate from him. I... I gave it to Ricardo." The room spun slightly around me. What the hell was happening? Ricardo turned his full fury on me then, stepping closer until he was a breath away. "I was about to eat it," he said, his voice low and cold. "I even took one damn bite, Ryan." He shook his head, disgust flashing in his eyes. "But the second it hit my tongue, I smelled something off. A spice I hate. A spice I would never, ever allow in my food and I spat it."

Clarissa shouted, “I’m hoping that’s the first and last time I put a cherry in my mouth.” I snorted and Dante giggled. “Thank your beast and… and t-tell him we’re s-so proud of him.” My mind was consumed with the sensations flooding my body and talking was hard. Not as hard as my cock though. Clarissa continued. “And to return the favor, I need to introduce you to turmeric and lots of spice.” Cum shot out of his cock onto the floor, while mine splattered on my chest and Dante’s sprayed over the cushions, as we Betas yelled, “What the fuck is turmeric?”

I spit on her asshole, then on her cheeks, and smeared my saliva all over her. And then she came for me long and loud, soaking my hand as she gushed for me. Her pussy juices sprayed out of her, and I opened my mouth, drinking it all down. “That’s my pretty girl.” I smoothed my hand over her ass, then along her smooth pussy, smearing her pussy cream and my saliva all over her bare skin. With one more lick to her anus, I rose and notched my cockhead to her puckered asshole. She was so tight and clenched for me as I started pushing in.

“You, what’s your comfort food.” “Aside from coffee?” he said and smiled. “I like spicy food, not just spicy but really hot.” And she immediately connected it to something that almost raised one of her eyebrows: spicy foods were known to be an aphrodisiac. So was it one of the reasons he liked sex so much? Then, she remembered her dream where he was sexually molesting her and she felt her face heating up like somebody, or Soren himself, had rubbed a Carolina Reaper on both her cheeks.

My anger stuttered for half a second. Because standing there was pure trouble. Low-riding denim shorts hung loose on narrow hips, exposing a sharp V-cut that disappeared into shadow. His chest was bare, inked with dark tattoos that curled over broad shoulders and thick, corded arms. Dark eyes, lazy smirk—the kind of man who treated sleep like an option and sin like a full-time job. For one dangerous second, I forgot why I’d come over. Then the bass kicked back up behind him and my brain rebooted.

"Here" Abigail tentatively stretched her hands and took it from him. "Why does it look like this?" She asked. "Just taste it, trust me.” Abigail took a deep breath and took a bite of the tacos. She gasped as the flavor melted on her mouth. "Oh my God!" She said in ecstasy. "I told you!" Marcel smiled. "Do you like it Mami?" Abigail nodded. "I've never had anything like this before.” "That's because I'm the best.” He said with a Spanish accent.