Romans & histoires Binge Read

Alex Pov Jordan wiped a streak of my cum from his chin with his thumb and licked it off slowly, eyes locked on mine. We were both still on our knees on the cold locker room floor, cocks hard again already, breathing heavy in the steamy silence. “The bet’s not over,” he said, voice rough. “My dare this time. I want you to bend over that bench. Ass up. And I’m going to eat your ass while you describe every single thing you feel.”

“OMGs!! I can’t believe it!” “What’s the problem?” “I got a package from LYNX. I’ve got an invite to meet Dae in person—he’s at the Jianpi Hotel. Can you believe it?” “No, I truly can’t.” Maya made to walk away, but Nia hadn’t concluded yet. “Oddly, though, it says I have to bring a plus one.” “What’s odd about that? Just take Anna.” “It has to be a family member.” “Mom is—” “A sibling.” Now that’s just suspicious. “How very specific.”

Melody The next day I pour a blood bag on my coffee mug and then closed it with a lid. I wasn't in the mood for food today. After a 20-minute drive, I arrived at campus. I got off the car and made my way to class. I hope no one bothers me, cause I will drain them this time. I took a seat and waited for everyone to arrive. I read a book while drinking blood. It's a great combination. People started to arrive, and soon Ryan arrived and started to talk.

I wonder out loud . " True , it's really inconvenient . Food deliveries take at least 30-40 minutes . " She fake sobs . " You don't like the food in the cafeteria ? " I ask . " I do , but it isn't open 24/7 . It usually closes at 10 pm and that's practically the time my bingeing begins . " She grins as she makes a turn . I shake my head . I haven't really watched anything that obsessively before so I couldn't relate to her excitement . Maybe I should try starting a show with her or something .

Shock freezes me to the spot. Alpha Rick and Marjorie say more things, things I should probably be listening to, but I can't. My brain buzzes with static. There’s too much to process, from fated mates to the boy from the fire—when there’s only one boy I've ever known who survived a fire—to this Nester Rist character. My fingers dig into the wall of the school, trying and trying to make sense of it all. “Hunter?”

Wearing plastic-rimmed glasses, short and stocky Jerry was in his early thirties. “Good morning, JC.” He looked up, picked up the plastic cup, and sipped his coffee, “Did you check your messages? I called.” “Yeah, I did. What was it all about . . . on a Sunday?” “Did you hear about your subject?” “Yeah, he was in the papers.” Jerry rubbed his temples with his finger. “It's Monday and I still have a hangover,” he said. “I need an aspirin. That binge we had last Saturday was excessive.”