Attraction Hétérosexuelle Novels & Stories

“If you’re compatible, Sir, even the smell of printer ink would be attractive.” She looked at the laptop screen after pressing the keyboard one last time. “In summary, attraction isn’t just about butterflies—it’s a complex biological process involving dopamine, oxytocin, serotonin, adrenaline, and pheromones. Our bodies are wired to crave connection—both emotionally and physically.” She gave a slight head tilt and took a deep breath. “That’s all, Sir. Thank you.”

She let out a pained groan when Zavian suddenly crushed her body against his, trapping her within the steel bands of his arms. "Men are attracted to two types of beautiful women - the sweet, cute ones and the overtly sexy, wanton ones. Those stuffy Riverwalkers all worship the former, don't you know?" The look in his blazing eyes was as frightening as the low, dangerous timbre of his voice.

Willow said. Atticus nodded. “Our organization seeks to help prospective submissives explore the lifestyle in a safe, instructive atmosphere.” Willow pulled away from Atticus’s embrace and said, “You’re having an explicit, adults-only event where you perform actual sexual acts on women--” “Not just women,” the woman in the fetish outfit said. “We just haven’t had any boys show up yet.” “On people,” Willow continued, “at a mall during a big family holiday. What kind of turnout could you possibly expect?”

How could the taste of a single woman do such a thing? “There have been reports of humans who have particular blood types that attract our kind,” he begins, grabbing a book that sits on his desk and then passing it to me. “It’s all in here. They’re called attrahere, and they are meant to be by the ones who crave them.” Eyes widening, I take in what I’m being told, but I can’t seem to believe it. How could a single human possibly be worthy of being by my side? She was only good enough to play with until I’d had my fill; that was it.

The shame and regret consumed me as I tried to figure out how to make things right again. But why did I feel this way? Era was right. I had been controlling myself. I had been denying this disturbing attraction for too long, and now it had finally come to a head. She seemed to be okay with it, but I knew deep down that it was wrong. I had never felt this way toward any other woman before, even to Emily herself. But Era—even in her inoscent and clumsy ways—had managed to capture my attention in a way that I couldn't explain, had managed to break down my walls and awaken something within me that I never knew existed.

What a piece of work that one was. “So who was that? She’s pretty hot if you can look past the attitude, which I can. I don’t mind.” Azrael smirked making me raise a brow. “You like women?” “I am attracted to both, but I prefer women. Is there a problem with that?” She questioned in a clipped tone. “Uh, no. My good friend is bi also.” “What does that have to do with you?” “It obviously means I don’t have an issue with your sexual orientation aside from the fact that I don’t think my boyfriend’s crazy sister likes women. Honestly, I’m not even sure if she likes men. I think she equally hates everyone. So I wouldn’t recommend trying anything with her.”

Will another woman track down the man who brought her to Muchàs Gràcias immediately after they had sex? "Margaux, please..." The more Margaux heard Declan Heisenberg's dying voice behind her, the more patience she had. Nonetheless, she wishes to forgive him, despite the fact that what is sex for a man involves no feelings. Declan Heisenberg, on the other hand, was a billionaire. If Margaux is not mistaken, he is one of the so-called women who chase that only that man who even allowed Margaux to do something inappropriate to her body.

Goddess, the way humans will gawk at a supernatural being, not knowing what we are. We get it. As supernatural beings, we are better looking than the average human. But damn, is it annoying to get stared at. You’d think as a bachelor, a pansexual one at that, I’d not mind the attention. No matter how many attractive men or women have approached me in the last three years, I always tell them no. My heart isn’t in it.

A few of them were already being attended to because each of them were sitting right in front of the salon's lengthy mirror and a stylist with them. Daniella had the most intense urge to grab Liam’s hand and turned away out of the place with the look they'd started shooting their way. However, one look at Liam filled her with a whole lot of security as he was already emanating an arctic coldness. All signs of playfulness had gone. And right now, he appeared like a powerful man with an annoyed look and strong charisma that was based on all his life experiences. He attracted people's attention as soon as he showed up.

"Wow!" I had no words to define my true reaction; I just nodded and understood everything. Normally, supernatural mates are heterosexual by biological affinity, but sometimes the Goddess grants bonds to same-sex mates. It's not common; people often question it, but they don't stand in the way of the Goddess' command. In the South Pack, there was a female couple who left the pack immediately because of the whispers of the people. I didn't know what it was like in the human world, but I could imagine that it wasn't easy for her.