Arousing Novels & Stories

The predator had won. A low growl rumbled in his chest, a vibration I felt through my bones. "Please what, Aria? Please stop? Or please don't stop?" His thumb stroked the sensitive skin over my pulse point, and a fresh wave of arousal, hot and shameless, flooded my core. He was right. Damn him, he was right.

Like pumping gasoline into a fire. Zara burst. Her brain blew out. Her body shivered and shook. Wordless, primal sounds escaped her lips. She came like she was crazed by it. Like I'd unlocked the higher function of her pleasure centers. Both of us awash in the chemicals of reproduction. Oxytocin and dopamine. Endorphins and adrenaline.

he orders, Aurora doesn't hesitate, her hand going between our legs, rubbing our wetness as she plays with our clit, our eyes go to close. "Eyes open" Cole growls, his eyes fierce as he watches us. His cock growing in front of me. Watching his arousal, how large his member becomes for me, Aurora licks our lips, picking up the pace with our hand, turned on by his pleasure watching us. Wanting to put on a show Aurora grasps one of our breasts with our other hand, squeezing it and moaning as our hand continues to make our body build.

"No, it's just...I'm not in the mood." "I can put you in the mood," I said as I placed kisses on her neck. "Leo please stop." She shrugged me off. I groaned, "Aurora, tell me what's wrong." She got on her feet and drew away from me. I stood still just so I wouldn't frighten her by moving close. "I don't know what's wrong but I don't want you touching me like this. It makes me uncomfortable." She said barely above a whisper. I chuckled, "We're married. This isn't some one night stand."

What the hell? Anger simmers underneath the lust pushing up to the surface, a strong, unusual need to be ravished takes over me and I dig my nails into my palms, taking deep breaths while pressing my legs together. What is wrong with me? This is not the time for sex. Arousal floods through me, clouds my judgements and guides me into yanking the door open.

It was obvious that they would smell it, there was no questioning that the predators who can smell their enemies from miles away can smell their mate's arousal who was sitting right within their reach. "I don't think you want us to take you, sweetheart. Your pretty body might not be able to handle it....not after what we did in the kitchen." Lucien lowly growled, and a familiar sound rumbled in Micheal's chest that vibrated against my back leaving a chill to run down my spine. I could already notice the darkening of Archer's eyes and the way his jaw had tightened, the sense of my arousal alone awakened the beast inside of him. But I knew it, Lucien was quite right about the fact, that my bod

The goddess was definitely on their side as no soul seemed to have noticed the sweet smell of her arousal. Else… There was no telling what my wolf would do. The scent thickened. Blood spiked through my muscles, my dick throbbing in an instant. But why? Why was she aroused? I hissed. My dick growing harder. Fighting against the confinement of my pants. Fuck! Arousal is a normal part of every wolf. I shouldn't be worried. But what if she was aroused for someone else? My jaw tightened, veins throbbing at the thought. It can't be.

Fear clawed at her heart like a beast, and her pulse raced like a runaway horse. Alpha Kael's fingers traced the curve of her jaw, his touch sending shivers down her spine. As Alpha Kael's eyes locked onto Aurora, his gaze burned with a fierce intensity, making her heart race like a wild animal. He pulled her close, his strong arms wrapping around her like a vice, his warm breath dancing across her skin. Aurora's struggles only seemed to fuel his passion, his grip tightening as he drew her closer to his chest.

His own climax hit like a detonation, his dragon spirit roaring wide open as that unknown power shot through him, flooding his veins with fire. For a moment he felt everything—her heart pounding, her breath catching, the wild joy and trust in her as she gave in to him completely. And beneath it, the clean, sharp burn of something ancient slotting into his core. There was no mistaking it. The Awakening. As her floating eased, gravity remembered them. Arah’s body sagged, and he caught her without thinking, turning and dropping onto the couch with her straddling his lap, bodies still pressed together. They stayed there, breathing hard, her forehead resting against his.

Arlo had learned to navigate this emotional landscape, finding both challenges and joy in the new woman she had become. Her energy levels soared at unexpected times. One moment, she would be curled up on the couch, reading a book or watching her favorite series, but then, almost as if a switch had flipped, she would leap up, full of life and enthusiasm, ready to engage in anything that required action. Arlo found himself surprised by her bursts of vitality; they would spontaneously transform into dance parties in the living room, where Lune would twirl around, her laughter echoing off the walls, urging him to join in. He couldn’t help but laugh at her enthusiasm, even as he stumbled to keep