Catman From Kiss Novels & Stories

Cat said longingly. Ben turned her face towards him with a finger on her chin and kissed her. She moaned loudly as he sucked her lower lip between his and ran his tongue across the plump flesh before slipping into her mouth. Catherine immediately climbed onto his lap, and Gabriella grinned at the surprised look on Ben's face before it was hidden beneath Cat's white-blond hair as she pushed him back on the couch.

I'll choose kissing her over pranks any day. We stop by Derrick and Camden's locker first and it's at the tip of my tongue to warn them about Rain's prank but I keep my mouth shut. If I'm going to sleep with her, I should start being nice to her. Should I recorded this and send to her as a gesture of good will? I chuckle to myself. Am I really ready to shove my friends under the bus for a chance at pussy? Who am I? Rain and a girl that's dating one of her stoner friends enter the hallway and they try to pretend they're not watching us. Rain's eyes don't meet mine. She's looking everywhere but at me. Glad to see I'm not the only one affected by the kiss.

She never wanted her kids to grow up in this darkness. Damon’s fury finally softened, though the madness still lingered in his eyes. He pulled her close and kissed her — and she didn’t protest. But it wasn’t passion, nor love. It was raw, hard, consuming, a collision of desperation and violence. She could taste blood on his lips, acrid smoke clinging to his breath, the metallic tang searing her tongue. The kiss was suffocating, unhinged, more like a claim than an embrace.

I assure him, but his frown said otherwise, he's not happy about a little being around. "Okay," he says, not meaning it really. The rest of the drive wasn't that long, I connected to my alpha asking him how things are going, we were almost there. 'The kitten agreed for us to become her cg' Mathew, my alpha tells me the best news ever.

It was a cage. She sat on the edge of the bed, clutching her knees to her chest. Her mind replayed the ultimatum Dante had given her. The rules. The kiss. That final condition unsettled her more than the rest. Why a kiss? It wasn’t the demand of a cold-hearted mafia lord; it was something else. Intimate. Possessive. A claim. And though the thought of it made her skin burn with defiance, a traitorous shiver of curiosity lingered in her chest.

Then he looked away. “Not bad, for a fresh face,” someone said next to me. I turned and saw a vampire with slick hair and a smug smile. “You don’t look like the others. What’s your name?” I stayed calm. “Medor Thornwell,” I said in the fake accent I’d practiced. “And you?” “Marcus Voss,” he replied. “Third son of the Voss line. Never heard of your family.” “You wouldn’t have,” I said with a shrug. “We keep to ourselves. Quiet part of the west.”

He push my chin up and locked eyes with me. I could barely breathe with how close he was to me. His cocky aroma filled my lungs, and I longed for my pain to have me in his room. He leans in like he will kiss me. He bit me on the lip and flung my face away like my lip was disgusting. “Don't do that to her.” Sloane, who stood invisible to me while all this was going on, yelled at Ares. Ares didn't act like he heard anyone speak. He is never known to give his attention to women who are not of his level because of his arrogance.

Tyler and I walked over to her. "I see you chose to be a fire woman." I replied. Tori grinned. "Yeah. I saw this outfit and I knew it was the one." Her eyes then focus on me and then on Tyler. She then looked back to me. "You guys look cute. Batman and Catwoman. You both are smashing. By the way, we have to take some pictures later." "Sounds good." I nodded. Tori looked over at Tyler again. "Hey Tyler where's your partner in crime?"

"Is Stace asleep?" I nod. "He is very fond of you, I have noticed,” Kastriv explains, his natural tone deep and rough. I’m not sure how he has noticed such a thing, considering this is the first time meeting him, so unless was watching our interactions from afar, he would have no idea about us at all...Unless of course, his secretive powers lean into that. "He's my mate,” I grumble. The corner of his mouth slants up. "Ah...I figured."

She is embarrassed and trying to show she is not. Quietly I ask her, “Are you worried that I would find you unattractive because you are scarred?” Still stroking her jaw, cheek, and down her neck, Nathan leans forward to kiss the top of the scar and does this all the way down to where it ends. “Little mate you are the most gorgeous woman I have ever seen, and nothing can take away from that beauty. You have the most beautiful creamy porcelain skin. Yes, there is evidence of the abuse you have dealt with. However, I do not see that. I see badges of a warrior in each piece of evidence on your body. When I look into those dark purple eyes, I want to get lost in them and find out your best kept