Angel Dust X Female Reader Novels & Stories

Elina groaned as her back arched, her legs weakened with every touch from Angel. His soft kisses rendered her powerless that she cried out when he cupped her sex, she was wet, both from the water and from her juices. Aroused in that, her heart burned with desire. A burning ecstasy which let her open up for him. “Don't you want your alpha to taste you, to please you… To fill you and make you his,” he whispered while tracing wet kisses all over her chest, her throat, neck and down her cleavage. “Yes…no,” Elina was confused, her eyes closed when she felt him tease her nipples, his teeth gushing at the already swollen bud that Elina bit her lower lip even more to suppress any sounds from escapi

A few minutes later, I find myself in front of the five people I like the most in this place… and Marea. I clear my throat, sweating even though it’s cold and taking the napkin in my hands, reading my girlfriend's pretty handwriting. "My Angel is... the most beautiful omega to ever be created, I bow down to thank Mother Nature ever single day. No one in this dimension compares to her infinite feminine divinity and extreme sensuality bestowed by Aphrodite herself," I begin, sighing in defeat. Hunter and Luc are laughing, Eva is looking at me with narrowed eyes, completely pissed off and Marea is just looking exhausted. Xavier and Angelique are hugging, looking at me with a smile, "I love her

"I do not mind. Better to stay awake than to relive those moments. So, who is she? The female you fed from? The one who quenched your thirst?" "She did not quench my thirst,” "Fine, the one who nearly quenched your thirst," Xerxes amended with a wry grin. Daemon rolled his eyes. "She is okay, I guess. She got a bit...high, so I had someone take her to her room to sleep it off." Xerxes paused. "How high?" his interest piqued. High as a belfry, Daemon thought, remembering the intoxicating scent of her blood, the way her body had responded to his touch. If I had not stopped, I could have brought her to multiple orgasms with just my fangs.

I felt myself getting close, as if I could join those heavenly bodies up in the sky. “I saw the way you looked at my dick at Coverts,” he whispered, not letting up on his assault on my clit, his lips tracing along my jawline. “I was so hard. You had on that yellow lingerie set that glowed against your skin. I wanted to bend you over and fuck you so badly. That young dude wasn’t going to get this pussy.” With that, he moved his attention from my clit, sliding two fingers inside my hot, already-drenched pussy. He worked his fingers until they were fully coated and soaked. “But I knew it wasn’t time. I’m patient. I can wait.”

she whispered, the words fragile and heavy all at once. Nickey’s heart stuttered. Revenge, justice, all of it tangled in a net of real want. “I like it too,” he answered, his lips brushing the crown of her head before he could stop himself. They reached a bench tucked between roses and ivy, and sat close. Her thigh pressed against his, the heat of her body burning through layers of fabric. His hand trembled on his knee, fighting the pull to touch her more. From the house came Michael’s voice, sharp and jarring. “Nickey! Phone for you—it’s Draven from Eagles!”

I searched the internet for help on how to read myself of the curse. The truth found me. I was hungry…not for sex with a man but a specific fantasy that involved three men. I touched myself to videos that played my fantasy, let my mind get creative. It wasn’t until days ago that I found a place in my city. Turns out for a good price, you can live out your fantasies. And now, I was a free woman…ready to walk down the aisle without feeling like a horny wreck. “All done.” the stylist announced. I glanced at my reflection on the vanity mirror..

She felt excited at the anticipation of her punishment. Azrael drew closer to her, filling the gaps between them. His face getting nearer and nearer to hers, and right then, they sealed their lips with a kiss, a hot and slow one. “Mhm…ahh” Andromeda groaned in pleasure when Azrael’s lips landed on her neck, there, he planted a kiss mark saying that this woman is one of the few people he is willing to protect, she’s under the mighty and dominant man, the one who manipulates the whole Guijing City.

The stench of unwashed bodies, but I couldn’t focus on that. Angelia was here. I’d found her. Across the room, she lay on a dirty mattress on the ground, unmoving and unspeaking. I ran towards her as Alyssa tried to reach out to her and lifted her into my arms. She didn’t move. Her eyes stared out into nothing as if she would never speak again. She’d grown frail and thin since the last time I saw her. Her cheeks were drawn into her face and her eyes were a bit sunken. Her hair seemed dull and lifeless, but there was no mistaking her.

Angie smirked, and Asteria rolled her eyes. “If you are getting intimate with Roger, whom you believe to be your mate, but don´t have any confirmation of the blessed bond, it does not mean I am doing the same with my Moon Goddess´s given mate,” Asteria said, and Angie rolled her eyes. “I am not doing anything I should be ashamed of,” Angie protested, and Asteria shrugged. I didn´t dare lift my gaze from the book because Angie scares me. “Yeah, yeah.. potato, potato... What do you want, Angie?” Asteria sighed, and I bit my lips to prevent my chuckle from being heard.

“Xeros, it’s—” The room was empty. Sunlight sliced across rumpled sheets, but the bed was cold. On the pillow, a single white rose was on a piece of paper. I walked towards the bed slowly before picking it up, reading the words scrawled hastily on it, "I've got to leave, Angel. Council business. Be back by dinner. Wear the dress, please. Try not to miss me too much —X." Beside it, folded like an offering, was a silk dress. I lifted it, and the fabric sighed—off-shoulder, plunging neckline, a slit high enough to scandalize a nun. My blush could’ve powered the pack house.