Arrow Fanfiction Lemon Novels & Stories

Liam whispered back, green eyes dark with lust. Adrian didn’t waste time. He turned Liam around, pressing his chest against the dusty bookshelves. He yanked Liam’s jeans and boxers down just enough, then dropped to his knees right there in the quiet library. His tongue found Liam’s hole, licking broad and wet before pushing inside with hungry strokes. The risk of someone walking by made everything sharper, more intense. Liam bit his arm to stay quiet, legs shaking as Adrian’s tongue worked him open, hot and slippery.

"That you were at my place? I suggested with a shrug. I loved Leah but she was making a mistake her. Her attraction to Damon was blinding her. Luke was a good guy. She was probably mistaking the intense attraction she had for Damon as a bond. Maybe I was experiencing the same thing. But damn, Damon had a very great pull. I thought I was immune to it but it turned out to be a lie. I wasn't immune in anyway. But Leah had a mate. She was in love with him. Whatever she had for Damon was definitely infatuation and very unhealthy. I couldn't sit back and watch my friend ruin her relationship over a random transfer guy who had a magnetic pull. Leah gave me a stern look. I didn't give her a response

Judith jumped into the conversation as though it were indeed what we had been discussing. Dad sits on the edge of the clothing-filled couch. “It is as simple as stating. I, then your name, reject, then your mate's name, as my mate.” His saddened look forces me to question it. “Why do you look so sad?” I ask. “The fact that the two of you may have to reject your mate after finally finding them will be terrible. Hey, but if one of you rejects a Lycan, Devin is available.” His voice turns high-spirited as he looks at me with hope. “After what he pulled, no thanks. I still care, but he crossed that boundary and cannot return from it.” I huff as I pull a pile of clothes back into my closet into t

Chapter 5 “Well good,” Damon said, “I’m glad that you enjoyed yourself, because I want you to show Julia how good lesbian sex can be.” “Damon no,” Julia said, “she doesn’t want to do me, she wants you.” “And she can have me, after she eats your pussy.” Julia turned to Bree and said, “I’m sorry Bree, I envisioned this going a whole different way.” “It’s okay Jules, I guess it’s up to you though,” Bree said.

And somehow, I had almost ended up in the same place as my father. I sat down in the same chair I had occupied and took her cold hand into mine. “I should have taken you all those years ago.” My thumb glided over her faint blue veins. “It was you all along. Didn’t you recognize that?” Fury at Adrian mounted and heightened. He put her in this position. He started to fuck with the Omertà. Instead of being thankful I stopped my father from ending his life, he came back to fuck with us all. Motherfucker.

He moved towards her and lovingly placed his hand on her cheek, then He rubbed her cheek, smearing the cum on her skin. “Mine.” he growled, looking at her with a fierce heat in his eyes. “This is a Lycan tradition to make sure you and I become one in every way possible... once I’m done.... both of our scents will change to show our bond.” He explained. “But Now it’s time for the main deal.” Sera frowned at him... “there’s more?” But she soon got her answer and her eyes widened in surprise when she felt him rub himself against her thigh.

"She's probably just tired." "Aurora is anything but tired," Dad muttered, not letting it go. They slipped into one of their usual debates, and I tuned them out. My mind was elsewhere. Flashing back to Jaxon—his mouth hovering over mine, his hand slipping under my panties, his fingers moving with slow, devastating precision, pressing and rubbing onto my clit like a brute. "You taste just as sweet as you look, Poppet..." His voice echoed in my head, low and sinful. My thighs clenched under the table. My pulse roared in my ears.

I started, my voice trembling. “You want me to do what? You have to tell me, Aria, or I can’t help you,” Damon said, his tone teasing, almost mocking. “I want you to touch my pussy,” I said, my cheeks burning. “Your wish is my command,” Damon said. Without hesitation, he grabbed my pajama pants draped around my waist and yanked them away, letting them fall to the floor. “Widen your legs,” he ordered. I obeyed, parting my legs slowly, my cheeks burning with embarrassment.

The other party is also a man? For some reason, even if the other person is a man, Lemon doesn't find it strange. From style to writing style of Brene Brian can be felt, he is a weak, sensitive and delicate person. Such a person, compared to being a lover, is more suitable to be surrounded by a strong and steadfast love. At first, Lemon was still upset, only met once, why did it become a big problem when it came to him.