Caged Fury Nude Novels & Stories

Cage remarked as he leaned out of the bus again, nearly hanging from the doorway. The pose was both intimidating and annoyingly attractive. His shirt had slipped to the side, revealing the hard lines of his muscles. A loose button exposed a glimpse of his abs. The playful tilt of his body, combined with his blond wolf-cut hair blowing in the wind, made him look unfairly sexy. "Tell him," Cage urged, snapping me out of my thoughts before I could spend another second admiring him. "He's infected. A zombie bit him," I explained quietly as I moved toward the bus.

She’s naked. Completely fucking naked.

And absolutely loathed every other woman who would rather give up than fight their own battles. But Erica Cavanagh was a different breed. She knew how to hide her fears and how to fight an opponent double her size just with the sharp blade of her tongue. Her attitude invited me to peek inside her mind, find out her secrets and peel off layers that hide her true self. I still have her chats, I know her deepest, darkest desires. But I wanted to know the why of it, everyone has their reasons behind their kinks and I wanted to know hers. She was sold as a virgin then their could not be a history of rape, so I wondered what else could’ve happened to little devil that it drove her into self harm a

He fucked me faster, the cage fence digging into my chest and hands. “Gonna breed you right here where I fight,” he said. “Fill this pretty ass with fighter cum until it leaks for days.” The dirty words pushed me over the edge. I came hard, shooting thick ropes through the chain-link onto the floor outside the cage. My hole clenched tight around his cock, milking him. Jax roared and slammed in deep. His cock swelled and pulsed as he unloaded. Hot, thick loads flooded me — pulse after heavy pulse. He kept grinding, forcing every drop as deep as it would go.

“And bury your face in this Black pussy. I want your tongue so deep I feel it in my fucking womb.” He shuffled forward on his knees, wrists cuffed tight behind his back, the chain rattling with every awkward movement. His cock throbbed violently in the tiny steel cage, the bars cutting into the swollen pale flesh as it desperately tried to expand. Pre-cum oozed steadily from the slit, dripping in long strings onto the hardwood floor. The humiliation burned hot in his chest, making his balls ache even more.

Jade's POV Cum for me (1) I never meant to confess it out. I have been quietly unraveling behind a calm smile. For six weeks I had sat in Dr. Rowan Hale’s elegant office, my knees pressed together, my hands folded in my lap, talking about everything except the truth but today the words finally clawed their way out. “I have these… fantasies,” I whispered, staring at the Persian rug instead of his face. “Dark ones. I dream about being taken against my will. Held down and used without mercy. There's no safe word in my head. Just… force.”

He can't even hold himself longer . Then he turned her body in four limbs . Her head sanked on the bed and her hips laid high on air . He started thrusting her like an animal . They were moaning loudly . He was taking his all sexual frustration on her . A**hole ! . I gritted my teeth and clenched my hands to form a fist . I fought my urge to throw up . I barged into the room with longs strides as I couldn't control my rage . He stopped as he sense my presence . His face lost all its water . The star were written on his face .

Lifting a hand, I wait until the attack is over before peeking into the room that is dimly lit by candles. Sitting in the middle of the room is a large, plush black couch, and at the center of the couch is a shirtless man with long red hair and striking green eyes. The skin that is easily visible is covered in bite marks and lipstick from the various women that crowd around him, pressing their half-exposed chests against him while their long nails brush against his skin.

His chest rose and fell in ragged breaths. Sweat dripped down his face. His back was turned to me. My heart slammed painfully against my ribs. I saw his shoulders shaking. I saw his fists clenched. I saw his rage… like a fire burning under his skin. I curled myself tighter on the ground. My lips parted, but nothing came out. Then— A sudden movement. A shadow breaking through the bushes. A wolf I didn’t see earlier jumped out of the darkness, teeth bared, running straight for Leon’s back.

Cain moved. It happened with a speed that Wren, who had learned to track fast violence out of sheer survival necessity, barely followed. One moment he was standing still. The next his hand was around Mara's throat, and Mara's feet were four inches off the ground, and the sound she made was not a scream — it was worse than a scream, an airless throttled thing — and every wolf in the courtyard had gone absolutely rigid.