Attack On Titan Smut Novels & Stories

Sam reaches for the knife attached to his belt. 'No!' I scream as Sam thrusts the knife repetitively into the Lycan’s stomach. 'Slow down, Sam! I want him to watch me mark and mate, Slave, before he dies!' Alpha Tate shouts. Alpha Tate then moves the hair from across my neck and nuzzles around my neck to find the right spot to mark me. I’m crying and pleading for Alpha Tate to stop. Sam grins, watching the Lycan bleed out from the knife wound.

Apparently, they are both very clumsy when it comes to their cooking and the only reason why they haven't been fired yet is because the former Luna happens to use them to run special errands I had no idea what these special errands entailed, but I was pretty sure that it couldn't be something good since most people don't want to be in their shoes "I mean, it's crazy how some of these girls are getting so bold and shameless. How can that dirty-looking girl think that she could even stand a chance with someone as majestic and as beautiful as the Beta? Not even in her worst nightmare can she ever be with a man like that but because someone had the audacity to start the shameless act, every othe

he had snarled at me. I had licked my dry lips. “What?” “You can’t bear to see anyone become my mate, so you decide you’re going to try one last time to get my attention. How pathetic.” I tried to sit up in confusion. “But… I didn’t.” “Save your lying for someone else, Slut. Nobody’s going to listen.” His hand had grabbed at my throat. “You should’ve died back when you killed my sister.” He had been cutting off my air, and I had been struggling to breathe. I had scratched at his hand, but it had been too strong for me.

Miguma hissed “ lucky this body’s owner loves you. Because if it were just me—“ she squeezed harder and Arthur surfaces with a roar. “I’d rip your life from between your legs.” Damian’s eyes blazed with fury. He swung a punch. Miguma dodged and delivered three rapid hits to his jaw, neck and gut. He staggered, dropping to the floor. Bare, bruised and unconscious. Miguma stood over him, brushing her hands. “No matter how much she loves you…” she muttered. “ it’s only fair to knock some sense into you.” She turned back to the mirror, resuming her brush strokes, unbothered by the unconscious Alpha at her feet.

Titan teased endearingly. “Fuck !” San cursed as Titan suddenly went wild and tore away her soaking wet clothes. Who won’t want to do that when the triggering images of your graceful warrior mate filled your mind and turned you on even more ? Guess it was going to be a long, long night. I am not even sure if Titan would allow me to return San to her pack even after a month. Those beautifully kohled eyes keep attracting us magnetically to them and drown us in their beauty and then replaying the events that included the majestically performed Rain Dance was spurning us on more and more.

Jeremy looks at her bare breasts and can’t help shifting her and him so he can suck on her breasts. “Jeremy, will you protect me?” Selene moans as they both start to climax. “Yes,” Jeremy manages to get out as he sucks on her breasts. His camper continues to rock all night as he enjoys Selene’s visit. In the morning, she is, of course, gone, but Jeremy can still feel her around him. He calls the rogue who survived the attack on Titan. “You got 9 of my men killed and you have the nerve to call me?” Sanders spits.

There is no going back. I look up at my mate’s face; I am hypnotised by his emerald green eyes; he smiles down at me and my eyes drift to his lips and back up to his eyes. A knowing smirk dances on his lips. A cough breaks the tension and I release a breath I didn’t know I was holding. Titus looks to the side and glares at his Beta. Titus’s eyes go vacant. He is mind linking him. After he has spoken to him, his eyes clear and his pack and Sadia leave us by the border.

Just me and the Alpha of PeakPoint Pack, delivered here in the heart of war to hide and heal. He was enormous. Rain and blood plastered his torn shirt to raw power. Silver bullets glinted in his flesh. My people’s bullets. The same bullets I thought had vanished with my bloodline. Knots formed in my stomach. My healer’s hands moved before hatred could catch up. The instant my fingers brushed his burning skin, his amber eyes snapped open. A deep growl rumbled through his chest and straight into me. Sweet merciful heaven. I should have hated him. Instead something inside me answered the dominance in that sound.

Aya Connor is the only mute Epsilon she-wolf of the Connor Moonfang Pack—fragile, voiceless, and treated as a disposable pawn by her own greedy family. When her father forces her to take her sister’s place in an unwanted mate bond with the terrifying Alpha Kyle Connor, Aya enters the deadly halls of the Rev-9 Crimson Dominion with one goal: keep her dying grandmother, Elder Serena, alive. Kyle Connor is a muscular, ruthless Alpha scarred by war and betrayal. Known for his cold restraint, he wears a pristine ceremonial neck-cloth—loosening the knot by exactly one inch only when his lethal wolf, raw lust, or dangerous possessiveness takes control. Believing Aya is a scheming spy sent to ste

There’s a scuffle, followed by muffled voices before his video call cuts off and I laugh at the scene I can’t witness. “I can’t believe you snuck off to call her and left me there! What kind of nīsan are you? Hello Atlas!” “Hello! Did you kill him?” “Imadani.” I laugh at his attempt at a serious tone, as I hear Yuzuki groan in the background. “You little... tawagoto...” <... shit...> “Ignore him. Atlas-Chan wa dōdatta?”