Alien Romance Novels & Stories

Aliyah rolled her eyes, her lips in a smile, “She has a lover, Romero.” She looked up at him and his expression was so gloomy, “oh gracious! This man!” she laughed and opened her arms, he leaned in and hugged her. “The only man I love is Romero Kingsley. My King. My babe and my darling.” She muttered softly in his ears, “So strong and so delicious.” Her hands roamed his body. “Ocean.” His voice filled with desire, his hand was about to go underneath the gown when the door opened again, “Who the fuck!”

We both hissed in pain and didn’t stop. _Mine,_ the bond roared. _Finally. Mine._ He tasted like blood and snow and regret. I bit his lip. He growled. “You’re supposed to be resting,” he gasped against my mouth. “So are you.” He laughed. Broken. Then kissed me harder. We fell back on the cot. It creaked. One bed. Two wolves. Both bleeding. Both furious. Both _alive_. His hand slid under the bandage on my ribs. Not sexual. _Claiming_. “You’re mine, Aria. Say it.”

If only she had been armed. She let out a ragged sigh as she inhaled the heat of Darien’s body, the power of his arms holding her firmly, the scent of his masculinity, and the scent of his sex. No matter how coldly he treated her or how detached he seemed to be, he was unable to control that aspect of himself. He was unable to conceal his obvious desire for her, just like any other lupus garou alpha male that desired a female. Their chemistry ignited, sending a volley of heat sliding through her as their sexual chemistry sizzled. He tightened his hold on her as she groaned. Larissa must have enjoyed mating with a man of such rugged build who was considerably larger than a red. He commanded h

she chirped, clicking play. As the story unfolded, with its sweeping landscapes and tense romantic dialogue, she felt herself being drawn in. Then came the first intimate scene. It was artfully shot, but raw and passionate. A slow, warm flush began to spread through her body, a familiar ache of arousal coiling deep in her belly.

"You heard me. Alicia is not for you." "Why is that?" Alpha Henry clasps his hands together. "She’s someone else’s mate. Her destiny is to be with that man, and that man isn’t you, Alpha Alistair." Mate? This old man does not know, but Alicia is also my mate. The reason I'm so drawn to her is that she's my mate. I won’t even think about marriage if she isn’t the one for me. "She’s my mate," I retort. I don’t like negotiations, but they can’t be avoided. "Alicia Elrod is my mate," I repeat.

In that fleeting moment, he captured her mouth with his own, igniting a spark that set their souls ablaze. The hunger with which he kissed her mirrored the longing that had been building between them, and their connection intensified with every stolen breath. Their lips moved in perfect synchronization, a dance of passion and tenderness. Adrien's arms enveloped Lisa, pulling her closer as if he couldn't bear to let her slip away. Their bodies pressed against each other, a fusion of warmth and desire that sent waves of electricity through their veins.

His grin widened, a predatory glint in his eyes as he leaned in closer, voice dropping to a husky whisper. “Does the smoke bother you, Amelia?” I met his gaze, forcing myself to hold steady under the weight of it. “A little,” I admitted softly, my fingers tightening around the napkin. He chuckled, exhaling a plume of smoke deliberately into the night air. “as kai’s girlfriend, cigarettes shouldn’t bother you because kai smoke’s too” he said as he stared at me, obviously trying to get a reaction out of me. Pietro’s grin widened and without warning, his hand shot out and grasped mine. The contact was unwelcome—his grip firm, possessive, and completely unsettling. My heart raced as I tried to s

He didn't know if its was fear, excitement or other emotions, but he want to tell the little human he had coincidentally encountered and fallen deeply for everything about him. Even if he knew its was forbidden, he has still done it and now he was about to face his consequences which is… “I have to leave, Elara.” Elara stiffened on hearing his words, she blinked in confusion and raised he head to look at him, “What do you mean? But it's not morning yet, right?” She knew he always left before morning but it was still early. Alaro looked at her deeply, then leaned down to place a gentle kiss on her forehead, saying, “This time, I might be leaving forever, Elara.”

When she did not find him, she drove to Entre Rios, but she did not find him either, neither in her stables, nor in her fields, that night she would rest in the old cabin she rented that distant day, when she was just a Mexican woman lost in the great province, and then she would go to continue with her business. That night it was raining, the drops were falling on the old sheet metal, they were playing music all over the place, Maria De La Cruz, turned off her cell phone, and prepared herself for her solitude, she prepared the bath tub, a glass of white wine, and relaxed, she fell asleep without noticing, suddenly in her dreams, she felt some strange footsteps walking through the corridors;

When he stopped in front of me, the bond roared to life — the scent of pine and smoke from his skin tangled with mine, making my knees weak. “Aria,” he said, my name rolling off his tongue in a voice like low thunder. I swallowed. “Alpha.” The corner of his mouth twitched, but not into anything resembling warmth. “The Moon Goddess has an unusual sense of humor.” His gaze raked over me slowly, lingering for a heartbeat too long on my lips before moving up to meet my eyes again. Around us, whispers began to ripple through the gathering like a breeze before a storm. *“They’re mates?”* *“Impossible…”* *“The Alpha and a servant?”*