Beneath Her Skin Novels & Stories

she said, her irritation fading into a smile as she grabbed her slides and took one last look in the mirror. The soft glow of her bedroom lanterns reflected off her ash-blonde hair, which she had twisted into a perfect, messy bun, with short curls framing her round face. Her pale purple eyes sparkled, flecked with hints of silver—a distinct mark of being Moon-Kissed. Soon, she thought, her mate would see her as she saw herself: beautiful, unique, a prize worthy of any Alpha’s daughter.

she purred shedding off her shirt, the pale fabric clinging to her body like a second skin. Her sticky fingers danced over her shoulders, leaving glistening streaks of cum on them. Her lips curled into a playful smile, "It seems you're not done watching me yet," she teased, Her sticky finger danced across his face, her tongue followed the trail left by her fingers, lapping at his skin with need, "You're going to get hard again," "Amora..." "What?" She snapped softly encircling her arms around his neck, "Lick me, just like I did to you. I want to feel your tongue on my skin, I want to scream your name," she whispered,

He wondered what she was doing now when he heard her footsteps pacing away. "This will hurt," she replied, returning with a cylindrical glass at hand. "Let me guess, Agency tech?" Lukas asked. Nurse Sala simply nodded. "Yes," she replied. "The pads I injected you with contained microscopic flesh-weaving nanites that would regenerate new muscles." She placed the lip of the glass over the first pad. "While this cup I'm holding will suction the dead tissues back up." "What kind of fucking treatment are you giving me, all I need is a goddamn Salonpas or some menthol ointment that our grandmothers used!"

Thank the Goddess the window was down. I just want to touch her. I needed to feel her skin pressed to mine. She didn’t know me, I didn’t want to scare her or come across as creepy but the pull was hard to resist. I restrained myself and let my eyes wander down her body. Her skin was pale, it was hard to make out much of her as the sweatshirt she wore was too big. I could tell she wasn’t wearing a bra and she had nice boobs. Patches of pale skin peeked out from the ragged holes in her pants.

Her eyes went straight to the computer. “Stupid Marcus…” she muttered. “And his stupid request…” Her hands trembled slightly as she walked to the desk. Why did he have to make her do this? Why did he have to blackmail her with those photos? She pressed the power button. The computer came on. Slow. Too slowly. Her leg bounced anxiously. “Come on… come on…” Anyone could walk in. Anyone. Finally— It booted. She leaned forward and began searching. Scrolling. Clicking.

If she hadn’t been watching, she might have missed the moment it slipped away. She drew a sharp breath and bent closer, fingers hovering over the place it had been. Her skin looked unmarked. Bare. Untouched. As if nothing had ever claimed her. Yet the warmth lingered, alive beneath her pulse—faint but steady, a second heartbeat threaded through her own. When she focused on it, the response was immediate—a flicker beneath her skin, eager to be seen.

Nothing here demanded. She pushed back the sleeve of her right arm, exposing her skin to the moonlight spilling down from the open sky above. The light did not glare or burn. It rested on her like a quiet acknowledgment, silver and steady, as if the moon itself were taking the time to truly see her.

The stranger seated, the hug relinquished and released, the mangled memory of the head tipped back, she turned the TV up. Knife in hand, the woman’s grungy blouse pushed to the chin, she kneeled. She listened. He can change, too. She’s me, she thought, looking at the wispy brown hair and the mangled remnants of what had been a somewhat pretty face. What makes her different? I don’t know. No? No. Then find out. How? Start with what you see. Yes. And then go beneath. *** “Slide your fingers under the skin,” the pleasantly plump goddess from East Hampton was saying as she splayed a chicken breast on the cutting board. “Loosen it, carefully, from the flesh . . . ”

Her crystal clear skin was like the finest marble, without a single pore in sight, and it looked as silky as her hair. I wanted to touch her, find out what she hid under those hoodies she constantly wore, see what those tight jeans hid away from the world. I could almost feel her skin beneath my fingertips and I laughed at myself when my fingers clenched in the covers. I wanted Tessa and I wanted her very much. I’d have her soon, if I played my cards right.

“Make me worthy.” The light beneath her skin answered with a faint pulse, steady and possessive. It climbed her arms, seeping into her chest until she could feel nothing else.