Arousing Novels & Stories

POV: AARON Even through her tears, it was evident—despite the Velcro covering her eyes—that her pupils were dilated, her inner wolf trying to emerge with desire, with carnal connection, her hormones heightened by pregnancy. Moistening my lips at the wonderful scent Callie exuded, I shifted from fear to arousal. It was a double torment to restrain my wolf, who only wanted to claim her for us!

“Feel it fully. Every tremor, every gasp, every shiver—it is proof of your awakening. You are mine, and the fire is ours.” Ariella’s hands tangled in his hair as he pressed against her, hips brushing hers in a rhythmic, molten dance. The fire beneath the crystal floor seemed to respond, coiling around them, amplifying every sensation, echoing the heat between them. Waves of pleasure and power coursed through her, spiraling, coiling, igniting every nerve with a fire that was both terrifying and intoxicating.

"Called me a 'Mother Virgin.' Said I was frigid. I feel so... lost." Dr. Cole reached across the desk, not touching, but his presence felt like a comforting embrace. "I'm sorry you went through that. But listen to me,you're not frigid. You're human. And what you're feeling is valid. It's okay to need time, to explore what arousal means for you without pressure."

“I will save him.” Lyria shook her head. “You will break long before he does.” Aria stiffened in fury. “Watch me.” For the first time, a real smile touched Lyria’s lips. “Good.” Because the ground suddenly shuddered—violently this time. A rumbling roar rolled through the expanse, shaking the runes, rattling Aria’s bones. “What’s happening?” she gasped. “Awakening,” Lyria whispered. “You feel it because he feels it.”

Exposed, drenched in arousal, a surge of heat and alarm courses through me. It seems I've pushed him too far.

And he had to tell her the trick soon. "You have to arouse. The scent of your arousal is stronger. Because your enemy has done something to your real scent. He can't find you with your own scent. But the scent of your arousal can bring him to you before the damage is done. You have to do something to make yourself aroused." He finally said everything in one breath. Mira took a deep breath as she knew it was not that easy.

We were going to take everything she ever loved. Our rough entanglement grew deeper, the taste of him intoxicating me as his teeth gently grazed my lower lip, making me let out a soft whimper into the kiss. The adrenaline rushing through my veins was a drug, making my heart race faster than the fear ever could. I forgot about the boardrooms, the missing family funds, the forged signatures on the trust documents. I just needed him to anchor me right here, to prove to me that we were still winning the game.

All I can think about is slamming him against the wall, stripping him naked, and riding him raw like a psychotic zombie hooker. The prospect of a barrier between us causes my tummy to flutter and my lips to tingle in anticipation of being touched. He leans in closer, sniffing the air between us. His lips brush across the outside shell of my ear, and he lets out a low growl from his chest. "I can smell the arousal soaking your panties thisavrós (Treasure). Or am I being misled by a different sense of contempt?" I can hear the amusement drowning his words and a part of me wants to push him away and the other part...

Some unpleasant memories were flowing in my mind, making me tighten my grip on the bottle stand of the car. Remembering the bad incidents of the past, my fear increased. “Can you please slow the speed?” I asked with a shaking voice. Is Aaron trying to create a fear atmosphere for me? But why? Can’t I be left peacefully for just a few minutes? My breathing twitched while I remembered about my parents again. How they told me some secrets that are too dangerous for this world. “Feeling bad?” Aaron asked me with a non-wipeable smirk on his face. How can he ask me that question?

The burn is immediate. It starts in my vein, a white-hot fire that races up my arm and spreads across my chest like wildfire. I gasp. My back arches. Every nerve in my body lights up at once, screaming, poison, poison, poison. But I don't scream. I bite my lip until it bleeds. I dig my nails into my palms. I stare at the ceiling and count the cracks in the stone and refuse, refuse, to give him the satisfaction of hearing me break.