As Long As You're Mine Wicked Novels & Stories

I whisper, biting my lower lip as his heavy heat presses down against my stomach. Vickon’s dark gaze locks onto mine, his thumb roughly tracing the outline of my bottom lip until it slips into my mouth. "You do not like other wolves catching your scent, do you?" "You are my mate!" I snap, wrapping my legs around his waist, pulling his throbbing, heavy cock tight against my damp core through our robes. "No other female gets to offer her heat to your beast!" A dark, rumbling laugh vibrates through Vickon’s chest, his mouth dropping down to bite sharply into the sensitive curve of my neck, making me gasp with pleasure.

I grab the towel from the lounger and wipe myself. “Why does she affect me this way?” Caleb, control yourself, she’s only your employee. I had been with many beautiful women. More than enough. In different places, in different cities, even in rooms that all looked exactly the same no matter how pricey they were. Women who knew how to look at me. I laid on the lounger, my arm under my head, one leg crossed, looking up at the sky. Yay! Yes, I do admit that I like species under skirts, and if she were not my worker, I would have stripped her off all her clothes and given her a rough time in the pool. “Damn! Caleb, Damn!”

He leaned in close, and I could see his eyes flashing as he struggled to control himself. "Girl, I want you to know that, once again, we are not done. If you think this is the end you are sadly mistaken. I'm not sure what the hell gave you the impression that I got my fill of you or that I would let you walk away without a fight, but you are dead wrong. You are just lucky I do not have the time to properly punish you right now. So, let me explain it to you this way and I hope the message sinks in this time," he said very quietly as he leaned even further in so his whole face filled my entire vision. "YOU...ARE... MINE," he growled out and I felt each word hitting me like a blow to the gut.

He lowered his head and his nose brushed the soft skin of her neck, he took in her sweet scent of roses. She suddenly felt hot all over, the most bothersome heat was at the pit of her stomach, it sort to drive her to insanity, she found herself tilting her head to give him better access to her neck, he planted a lingering kiss on the racing pulse there. "Come back to me". He breathed against her skin. "Be mine again". His alluring whispers still tempted her. "Let's go home and work things out". He said.

“You are mine now… Aiden Lazarus” “I am… and will forever be… yours. My Lea…” -Sold To The Wicked Him

Mine is Scott by the way, no matter how stupid or dumb he is, he is still kind of cute Till later humans 💙💙 See you when I publish the next story💙

It fits so perfectly that I only belong there. I sensed that I had discovered my paradise amidst her thighs. It was enchanting and spoke to a deeper connection between us, one that was incredibly pleasant. At that moment, I only wanted to declare that she is mine. Her every fucking inch belongs to me. Every breath she takes belongs to me. Her tight sweet pussy belongs to me. Victoria belongs to me only...

He asked her, breathing heavily. "Dark, we decided to take it slow. Crysler said it, and now you can not keep your hands away from me." Rebecca chuckled. "Mate, forget about the past. I have suppressed so many moments, but I cannot do this anymore. I wish I hadn't listened to Crysler. He is dumb, but he loves you. AND You are MINE." He bit her neck so softly. Rebecca moaned a little. "Say, mate, you are Mine," Dark ordered.

Informing the world that she’s mine. Her pupils are blown wide and her thighs are trembling from the effort to hold back her orgasm. Her sweet nectar coats my fingers and I can’t hold back the growl rumbling in my chest. “Mine. I have to taste you.” I rip her pretty underwear with my teeth and immediately bury my head in her sweet, succulent mound. My tongue lapping hungrily at her musky ambrosia, the need to claim her growing out of control.

“Why are you doing this?” Alexis smiled as if I had just asked her something obvious. “Can't you tell? I want Owen. He was mine. Should be mine.” “But he doesn’t love you” I said gently, hoping she would listen. “No” she admitted, “not at the moment. But he used to. He will again. I just need to remove the obstacle.” “You’re referring to me.” I said it flatly. “Yes, sweetheart. I am.” My gut tightened. “Even if I disappear Owen will never marry you. Not after this. He’ll know.”