Novel & Cerita Angel Dust X Female Reader

“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.

The woman studied her for a moment before asking if she would mind moving to a table. Destiny agreed even more intrigued now. Obviously, the woman wanted to keep this conversation private. Both women ordered another drink before moving to an empty booth in a far corner of the bar. No one was even remotely close to them. The woman then held out her hand and said, 'Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Jewel." Destiny shook her hand and introduced herself as well. Jewel giggled nervously and said, 'Honesty I'm not sure where to begin. I guess I'll just start with a bit of my history. I work at a very busy and demanding job. I don't have much of a social life. When I do go out though I like to have

He doesn't stop—oh fuck, he doesn't stop—curling deeper, his palm slapping against my clit with every savage plunge. The overstimulation burns, sweet and agonizing, building me right back up until my thighs are shaking, my shameless release running down my legs. I love it. I love it so much it breaks me open, tears rolling freely now because this is my fantasy come to life. The one I've poured into my secret werewolf smut stories under the name Alpha's Little Slut. Alphas who claim hard, wreck thoroughly, and leave their mates ruined and begging for more. But this is better. Realer. Azren's fingers are merciless, stretching me, owning me, his breath hot and ragged against my ear as he whispe

Angel begged him to continue, but the severity of the situation managed to penetrate his mind enough for him to recognize it required his attention. She both surprised and shocked him when she hissed her disappointment at his failure to continue with the sex. She insisted that whatever was happening outside of their little sanctuary had nothing to do with them. When she screamed that her body was made for fucking and her tits were made to be bitten, he was fully shocked back into reality.

On the other hand, she was alone enduring 2nd degree burn. The earlier screams of condemnation tortured her mind thus the slight rustling of leaves provided her a momentary distraction. Her vision dimmed faster as the exhaustion and anguish drained the vitality out of her. Before she succumbed to the darkness, she saw a girl coming out from the bushes. An angel, she thought. Sporting a white velvet dress, it was inevitable for the little Caress Aragon to be mistaken as divine being. Heart shaped face, long lashes, pointed nose and honey skin are just a few of her defined assets. She was an epitome of beauty and cuteness combined.

Content Warning (Explicit) This chapter contains graphic sexual content, strong language, and themes of infidelity, power dynamics, and emotional manipulation. Reader discretion is strongly advised. Intended for mature audiences 18+. If you are sensitive to morally gray relationships, explicit erotica, or taboo dynamics, please proceed with caution. Angel’s Pov. Dropping to my knees like the desperate sinner I was, I wrapped my fingers around him, dragging my nails along the throbbing veins that marked his shaft. The sight of his swollen tip and the feel of his heat in my hand made my nipples tighten and my pussy throb—soaked and aching with fresh want. I licked my lips, teasing th

Angel whispered to my ears. The woman’s gaze was fixed on me. It seemed that she came here for me. Is that all? I asked Angel through mind-link. Angel’s eyes flickered before she added, "She’s Alpha Derek’s ex-girlfriend." Hum, I see. I mind-linked Angel. I crossed my arms and looked at this woman, wondering what she wanted to do. "You are his mate, right?" she walked toward me and asked. Yes, I mind-linked her. "Oh, right, you can’t talk. I should’ve felt happy for him. But it’s interesting that the Moon Goddess chose a mute girl for Alpha Derek," she sneered. It seemed that she bore a strong hostility toward me despite her efforts to conceal it.

Similar ecstasy built up in my body like it had before, but this time, it was a lot more intense. And with Asher kissing me now and then, I could no longer think. “Oh god!” I cried. “Not god, baby. We are your demons,” Ezra growled, pounding faster. “Call my name, Xanthea,” Asher groaned and a tight flutter erupted in my belly. “A-Alpha… Asher…” I moaned out his name.

I do a double take when my eyes catch on the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. She wears a gorgeous yet modest red dress that hugs her curves just right. Her hair is as white as the winter’s snow with milky, pale skin that looks as soft as Vicuña wool and as smooth as ice on steel. Her smile hits me like sunlight through stained-glass, warm and impossibly radiant against the dull chatter and cold elegance of the room. I turn away shyly when she faces my direction, the backs of my ears feeling a little warm. The bartender hands me my whiskey and I take a sip to work up the courage to approach that goddess. I’m not usually one to go flirt around with women, they usually flock to me but I’

I looked at her questioningly not wanting to explain my love to a witch who supposedly knows nothing about the mate bond and its strength. "Awe…did I angered the to-be Alpha king now? Haha...you are truly epic. But, I would like to know, why haven't you told her about your feelings for her, yet? I can practically feel the sexual tension in the air, whenever both of you were around each other alone, from the last one hour in the club. " Azrael laughed, making my lips twitch at her sexual tension comment. 'This old woman doesn't have any shame, does she?' I thought while I rolled my eyes before leaning on the railing of the balcony.