Colby Brock Fanfiction Mga Nobela at Kwento

It was a violation of his privacy, so I withdrew from his mind the moment I knew how. Brock's eyelids fluttered at the sensation of my gaze upon him in slumber. Initially, his lips curled into a contented smile, but recognition of my earlier anger swiftly eclipsed it. He began to stammer out apologies for his presence in my bed. Gently pressing my fingers to his lips, I silenced him. Then, I claimed him with a kiss, hungrily sealing our bond in the sanctuary of our embrace. "Mate with me," I confessed to Brock, speaking from the depths of my heart. His eyes widened in astonishment, and in the blink of an eye, he had stripped us both bare.

He looked at her in those half-open piercing blue eyes, his brows knitted with confusion. “Do you want to stop?” She found it hard to reply but she nodded her head and said, “Yes.” He swallowed hard, slowly stepping back, giving her space to stand on her feet from being situated on the table. The burning lust they have seconds ago was being put out by a bucket of water. It is slowly dying down, but there’s still heat left. She can feel it. What had just happened? Colin turned around, clearing his throat a couple of times. While she tightened her already loose stays that he tugged earlier in an attempt to undress her.

“Well it looks like you could use some help around here. Colby told me things were bad here, but I hadn’t imagined they were this bad. I’d like to know what happened, and how I can help you get back on your feet.” “When did Colby come here?” “He brought Braxton home last night. He brought Braxton right back to the pack house to sleep for the night.” “Oh. Why do you want to help me?” “Mostly for Braxton’s sake, but also for yours. It looks like you’ve been struggling for awhile.” “Yeah. It’s….just yeah.” “What happened?” “Truthfully?” “Of course.” “Aurora. She fucked me up pretty badly.” “She seems to have that effect on a lot of people.”

The collar tightened around my throat. “Ryan.” I gasped. He yanked me closer. “What game are you playing?” he snarled. “I’m not playing anything.” I replied desperately. “Then why are you here?” he snapped at me. “My mom married your dad.” I mumbled. “Don’t act stupid.” he sounded irritated. “I’m not.” my voice shook embarrassingly. For a second I thought he might actually hit me. Instead he leaned closer. "Bastard" he growled. He released my shirt abruptly and I stumbled backward. Ryan ran a hand through his hair, then cursed.

"Myron pretended his knees did not hurt. We all knew we were lying but the lies felt kind. Gentle reminders that time was not our enemy. Just another adventure we faced together." One evening I was writing about the Council war. The chapter where everything nearly fell apart. My hand moved across the page describing battle strategies and political manoeuvring. Then I felt it. A familiar warmth spreads through the room. Different from body heat. More like sunshine breaking through clouds. I looked up. Stopped breathing. Ross stood in my doorway. Not solid but translucent like morning mist. A spirit. His smile was the same devastating one I fell in love with seventy five years ago.

I should run. Cain is dangerous, selfish, cold, but cain is the one person I can’t stop thinking about. He’s bad for me. Hes my steobrother. I shouldn’t want ny stepbrother, every part of my body says. But it is too late to turn back now. I reach for the door. “Layla.” My hand drops. Tyler is walking toward me from the far end of the corridor, hands in his pockets, face careful in the way it has been for days, like he’s been holding something heavy and decided he’s too tired to keep holding it. He stops in front of me. Looks at the gym doors. Looks at me. “Can we talk,” he says. Inside, the crowd surges. Something is happening in there. “Tyler, I—” “Please.” Just that. Quiet an

“I especially like when you’re already inside me and you still push a finger or two in beside your cock. The burn… the way it forces me open even more while you’re fucking me. It makes me feel completely taken. I want to try something bigger than that eventually. Something that really stretches me until I can’t think.” I wrote every word carefully, the image already forming in my mind. “I like when you talk about breeding me, about filling me until it leaks out. Cum play. I like tasting it. I like feeling it inside me for hours after. I even like the idea of you using it as lube.” My handwriting stayed neat even though the words went straight through me. “What about bondage?” I asked.

My chest puffed with pride as she obeyed, stepping forward and allowing my allies to see the woman on my arm. “You’re sure?” Broderick asked. “Absolutely,” Colby answered for me. “I was at their wedding. He was furious when she was taken.” I laughed, unable to contain it as I remembered that day. It felt like a lifetime ago, but I loved every second of it. There was nothing that made me happier than to piss Cain off.

“Uh-huh… And why does that have you blushing?” Becky asks, leaning against the counter top, giving me a teasing look. “Well, he got all possessive when Brody started eyeing me up and down like a piece of meat,” I giggle, unable to control my blush. I honestly don’t know when I’ve blushed so much. It’s a new thing, being around Colt and his effect on me. “Oh! Do tell!” She giggled with a mischievous smile. She loves a good bit of gossip, but there really isn’t much to tell… At least about Brody. He really wasn’t my type. Colt on the other hand...

I am still not his property and he still doesn’t have permission from Randall to touch me, so even the standard touch and sex that Angus likes to have with me hurts. Once Angus has stepped back and sat back down, I quickly walk back over to the servant's door and slip back through it. I sigh and then walk over to where the bottles of wine are. I pick one up, turn around, and then head back over to the door. I take a deep breath and jump as Colby places her hand on my shoulder, whispering, “It will be okay. It is just another ordinary event, just another ordinary service.”