Angel Milk Novels & Stories

Lola praised, "Angus, you're really skilled." Angus calmly accepted her praise, "Because when the young lady was young—" "Don't say it anymore!" Emilia interrupted, "Don't say it!" Angus smiled and bowed his head to continue feeding the child in the cradle. Emilia didn't like being reminded of her past embarrassing moments by Angus... she loved drinking milk from a young age, and even when she grew up to be five or six years old, she still liked to drink powdered milk and cow's milk. Angus made her powdered milk and heated milk, which continued until Emilia went to middle school.

She gently places the drink on the grey coffee, offering a shy smile for Steaven. "Yes, I do. Thank you so much. and wow boy's you also like mango milk it's my favorite drink" He takes only one large gulp to empty the glass, oblivious to the omega who's staring breathlessly. Both Alec and Ethan have already sipped their mango milk with a small straw Amelia gave them. "Yes, it's also our favorite drink Steavy! We are matching match mama" Ethan said while looking at the alpha Omega pair and they both smile at their excitement at matching with Steaven.

Malachi said and Kiran laughed as he looked at me. “Dad wasn’t a goody two-shoes and he became Alpha at twenty,” I said. Malachi put his napkin down and picked his glass up. “Yes, he did. He was ready. You aren’t even close to being ready to fill an Omega position,” Malachi said evenly and my mother laughed. An Omega was the lowest position in the pack, reserved for people that didn’t really serve any purpose.

"Young female... what if their alpha ordered the rarest royal game..." "Why do you hesitate?" I demand, narrowing my eyes. "Don't tell me the Eclipse Moon Lodge lacks confidence in its own kitchen?" "That is not the reason, Lady Lykaon..." "Then mark the order down and stop delaying our meat," I tell him, my eyes drifting to the polished silver chalices on the wood. "And bring our table two full flagons of the '78 Sendevision nectar." "What '78 Sendevision? Gorgo, if your street wolf is completely ignorant of royal elixirs, stop making an absolute fool of your bloodline!" Amy screams, her fury completely breaking her noble mask.

I should’ve also known better than to tell her she should’ve just shown me her tits if she wanted to, and not contemplated the possibility she would follow through with it. But here I am, standing open-mouthed as Anna pulls down her grubby white top and bares her perfect pale tits to me. She’s confident at first, cocky even. Her shoulders are back and proud as she juts out her sweet rosy nipples. And I was wrong. I have seen plenty of tits in my time, but I haven’t seen it all before. I’ve never seen a pair of tits that make my mouth water like this pair. She has a beauty mark to the side of her right nipple. There’s a smear of mud above her left. And they’re beautiful. Perfect.

Angel pulled me to the kitchen and stood in front of me. "Let's get this done" she said, looking at me. The beer was obviously having an effect on her too. She wrapped her arms around my neck making me freeze. "You're too tall!" she exclaimed and crossed her arms over her chest again. Look at her face! I wrapped my hands around her waist and lifted her making her yelp in surprise. I put her on the counter and she gave me a shy smile as I walked in between her legs. Her cheeks turned red and i chuckled as she blushed.

Áine double-checks with a look of surprise on her face, much to Irina’s and my amusement. “No, I said Ma-ma-jua-na,” I sound out. “It’s a spiced drink made with run, red wine, honey, tree bark and herbs. Kind of tastes like port.” Irina makes a grossed out face. “Sorry, Lani but that sounds vile. Rum and red wine? Seriously?” “Don’t knock it till you try it. The one my mamá makes is ¡qué rico!” I exclaim smugly. “Your mum makes alcohol?” Áine quizzes, her surprise only growing.

The men stumbled into the Silver Moon Bar as if they had already had a skinful. They didn't even bother to approach the bar, one of them merely calling out, "Bring us three jugs of your finest ale, wench!" before laughing and clapping his friends on the back. Angel gritted her teeth, knowing it was better to put up with whatever they threw at her rather than bring any attention to herself.

Nyla groaned, tossing her water bottle onto the counter. Alanna smirked. “You know what? How about we test it out—” Alanna walked over to one of the mini-fridges, one of many scattered around the house at this point because Camellia produced enough milk to start a dairy line, and pulled out a baby bottle filled with breast milk. “Don’t tell me you’re about to do what I think you’re about to do,” Damien said, his face twisting in disgust. “Quiet, Damien. You’d be first in line if it were my milk,” Alanna fired back without missing a beat.

"The air in Sicily can be quite thin for those not born to it, Roman. Perhaps your wife needs to lie down. Permanently." The guards around the perimeter reached for their weapons, but they weren't fast enough. Angeline suddenly straightened. The paleness vanished, replaced by a cold, terrifying smile. She picked up her wine glass, swirled the remaining liquid, and looked Stefano directly in the eye. "The Amanita fungus has a very specific, almond-like aftertaste, Uncle Stefano," she said, her voice cutting through the courtyard like a scythe. "It’s a classic choice. But unfortunately for your cook, I switched my glass with your nephew Pietro’s when the servant was distracted by the bread ser