Novel & Cerita Crook Of Your Neck

He held himself deep, head thrown back, the muscles in his neck standing out in straining cords. "Damn, Emma. you feel so good," he groaned.

The instant it was off , he cupped my big breasts through the see me through tank top as his lips attached my neck . As he trailed kisses in the crook of my neck , I grinded my butt over his crotch making him more harder . " Fuck! dry hump me more ", he groaned before he swiftly took off my top , revealing the black laced push up bra . He then bit down on my neck making me whimper. His lips travelled down my back until when he stopped on my bra.

he whispered. The sound of bones cracking was sickeningly loud and it echoed throughout the deathly silent nightclub. The stranger let go, and the man’s body crumpled to the floor, limp. His neck was twisted at an impossible angle, his life extinguished before he could even realize he was dying. The second man let out a strangled yelp, his knees hitting the floor as he scrambled backward, away from the corpse of his friend. He didn't even try to fight; he just turned and bolted into the crowd, screaming in terror.

his face was now in the crooks of my neck gliding his nose along it. “Maybe you need to be punished” his voice rumbled on my neck. I involuntarily tilted my neck to the side, giving him more space. His tongue darted out licking straight at a particular spot. I bit my tongue to hold back the moan that was trying to leave my lips. Wetness pulled between my legs and I heard another growl from him. “What do you say, little human?” He was now placing feather-light kisses along my neck. My eyes rolled back and a moan left my lips.

Gripping the back of my neck, he turned my head to the side, and I watched in horror as his canines elongated, stretching past his bottom lip just a single second before he sank them, deep, into my neck. Marking me as his.

— His Claws On My Neck (c) 2020 by zavieda COMPLETED Total word count: 150k Genre: Romantasy Subgenre: Werewolf, office romance This book contains adult scenes that may not be suitable for young audiences. Reader's discretion is highly advised. Grammatical errors are also incurred throughout the book, but it is constantly being proofread and revised. Readers' understanding is deeply appreciated.

All of a sudden Creed's muscles flex and he stiffens, he takes a deep breath in and turns around fast, startling me for being caught peeking. I jump back and my cheeks flame up. “I’m sorry!” I squeak. Creed strides towards me confidently. I gulp but make no effort to move, Creed makes it in front of me and grips my hair from the back exposing my neck to him. A small noise makes its way out of my throat as he takes a deep breath of my scent. “My mark will sit right here soon,” he breaths on my neck, kissing a tender spot. Another noise makes its way out of my throat and I hear Creed grunt in approval.

I managed to sneered at him and he cocked a brow at my words followed by Logan loud growl from behind him and he turned swiftly and giving me the chance to twist under his hold and up his back as well. I felt my fang extend slightly and without hesitating, I sank it deep into the soft spot at the base of his neck, a little just above the collar and within a second, there was a crunching sound that soon turned into a dark horrifying howl as he dropped to the ground, the wound to his neck still pumping blood.

I asked breathlessly, my head naturally traveling into the crook of his neck as if stuck in a trance, and exposed my neck and shoulder to him. Carter nodded against my neck with an approving rumble. “Yes, angry at your disrespect, and impossibly turned on by your defiance.” Carter let his lips whisper sweet tender murmurs against my flesh and travel down to the sweet crook of my neck where a scalding fire seemed to burn for him.

I crash into the hybrid like a wrecking ball, my momentum driving us both into the opposite wall with a force that cracks the concrete. The beast snarls, turning its violet, burning eyes on me, but it doesn’t even get the chance to strike. I wrap my hands around its thick, matted throat and squeeze. Bones crunch beneath my grip as I wrench its head violently to the side, snapping its neck with a sickening crack. I toss the lifeless bulk aside like garbage and spin toward the others.