Boxer Romance Books Novels & Stories

"What?! You cannot be serious, Father! " I interrupted him loudly, forgetting my place. Rising to my feet, my wolf was enraged by the injustice done against me. She rose to her haunches also, roaming restlessly. I was to be given away to the lycanthrope against my own will.

He must have left a note in the box, knowing Catherine wouldn’t touch my things. I lean heavily on the desk with one hand and flip the lid of the box open. It’s empty. I stare at its wooden bottom as if expecting for something to emerge out of it, but there’s nothing. He’s left no message. Or, rather, the empty box is the message. Telling me that I meant nothing to him, and if I thought otherwise, it was only my imagination. He’s just ruined my life, stole my money and fled, leaving me to deal with the consequences.

Admiration shone openly in his eyes. Heat instantly rose to my cheeks. "Why, thank you, Mr. Moreau." The corner of his mouth lifted. "I have something for you." My brows rose. He pushed away from the wall and walked toward me before producing a long black velvet box. Without a word, he stepped behind me and placed it gently into my hands. "Open it." His voice brushed against the sensitive skin of my neck, sending a shiver through me. Slowly, I lifted the lid. My breath left me.

I gasp as my forehead meets his hard chest, my heart thumping in my chest. He pulls my hair painfully as he tilts my head upwards before his lips slams to mine and I'm gasping for air as he steals my breath away when he sucks on my lip, moving from the lower one to the upper one and again. I thrash in his hold, my books scattering to the floor of the elevator as Damien presses my jaw firmly but not painfully as he slips his tongue into my mouth, searching for mine. And then, he sucks my tongue, hard. Painful.

When the hulking monster pried open the door to our bedroom, I froze in terror and remained still. Standing tall and motionless in the entranceway was Tom, a redwood. He made it impossible for us to leave the room by blocking the only way out—breaking a window. He was just as exposed as the day I expelled him, with his eyes tightly clenched. Clutching a loincloth prize from a slain opponent whose residence he had just ravaged, the pair of boxers in his right hand were as tightly clenched as his jaw, giving him the appearance of a barbarian. The question that escaped my lips was, "How did he get out?"

My heart started to beat rapidly in my chest, my brain throbbed words like ‘you were mad at him a minute ago’, but I told it to shut the fuck up as his eyes went wide and he stared back at me. My lips pressed softly into his, and I paused there, just feeling his lips against mine. They felt exactly like Ron’s, soft, full, warm. I felt my tongue move, to slide against the seam of his lips until he opened. That’s when I closed my eyes, when he let me into his mouth to tangle my tongue with his. I inhaled softly through my nose, not wanting to make too much noise but needing to breathe because my heart was racing, and my lungs suddenly needed so much air.

Still, everything he was saying unnerved and excited every fiber of my being in the same instant. I knew it was foolish. I also knew I couldn’t possibly take another round, yet here I was, winding my body with his, begging without words for him to keep going. Until this moment, I’d chalked up the romance novels I read to fantasy. Ludicrous notions of perfection that no one could achieve outside their dreams. There’s always something. A cough, a fart, even hair in the worst possible place—something jarring the all-consuming sensations back to realism. But this? This wasn’t that. He wasn’t that.

But I only grinned at him, revelling in my victory. Suddenly, he attacked my neck from behind, pulling my head back by my hair. He unleashed his inner monster, biting my neck and sucking my blood with an insatiable hunger. I turned him around to face me and captured his lips with mine. He gripped my waist, pulling me closer, and we kissed passionately, our bodies igniting with desire. It wasn't a normal kiss—it was filled with both love and the taste of blood. He bit and sucked the blood from my lips. I was the happiest person alive, knowing that I was satisfying my vampire boyfriend's hunger.

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Toma suddenly disappeared out of my sight when classes were over. I tried searching for him only to have my eyes stumble upon the sight of Xia talking to the guy I've seen with Toma last time. I immediately hid myself nearby and happen to hear their conversation. "I don't know, I… I just." Xia's voice was trembling. "I'm really sorry about before. After some time I realize that I'm still inlove with you." What the, is he Xia's ex-boyfriend or something?