Crook Of Your Neck Novels & Stories

— 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.

Finally, over this fight, I jump off my free leg, looping it around his neck as I fall to the ground and pull him backward. When we land, I twist my body over his, nestling the nape of his neck on the backside of my knee between my thigh and calf. He wails at my legs, flailing and gasping for air as I lower my weight onto his throat. Then, with a grunt of effort, I lean as far back as possible and yank my entangled leg until the crack resonates through my body and he goes limp.

I cried. "Please, sir…" My voice trailed off in a whimper. He buried his head in the crook of my neck, sniffing me in and chuckling into it. The deep, throaty vibration surged through me, shooting straight to my core and exuding more liquid from it. I let out a needy moan, my buds hardening even more. His palm found one of my boobs, kneading it softly. He tugged at my nipple, pinching and flicking it while I wiggled in his arms at his torturous assault.

Aaron asked sarcastically. “What do you suggest I wear?” she glared at her friend. “Expect most women to wear plunging neckline. They usually do for these kind of parties” “So, you have to be covered up in front, then backless” Aaron have already pictured her with her mask. “Honey, I think it’s better if there are strings at the back. It would be sexier” Tiff suggested. “When did you become official?” Celine looked at the pretend couple in front of her.

Then let's do it that way. I quickly crouched and simply removed the dagger from my boots, and when I stood up, I stepped to the side and turned around behind him. I press the dagger against his neck, my other hand swiftly running down to his back, trailing his spinal cord. When I found the spot, I thrust my hands into it, snapping his column. When I hear the satisfying crack,

I gasped and stared at Carter as if he had two heads. Before I could even come up with a reply, sweet little Lucy beat me to it. “What’s a kink?” She asked innocently. I covered my hand with my mouth and smacked Carter. “See what you did?” I scolded and he laughed in response, softly bumping shoulders with me. “A kink is a knot in your neck, angel.” He motioned for both the kids to follow him into the living room. “Especially when you sleep on it wrong and you get that ache in the morning. Hey let’s watch a movie!”

she says as I allow that to be her last word. I stand up straight again, closing my inner arm around her throat in a headlock, with every muscle in my body I use as much force as I can to snap her neck. The loud crack will probably forever haunt me, not because I just took Adria's life but because the sound was so gruesome. The weight of her head is resting on my arm, I release my arm from the heavy weight and her face falls straight down onto the kitchen table with force, another crack, her nose probably just broke.

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.

Nick asked, and I nodded, seeing him twist his lips slightly. "Yes, yellow." I agreed verbally. "But generally green." Will took a part in the middle of my back, right in the middle of the circle of ropes, and put a clip on it. I realized that this one was smaller, so it hurt more and I took a deep breath. "All right," I said. "Are you sure?" Nick asked. "Yes." Nick then pulled a smaller clip out of his pocket and put it near my neck. "No! Not my neck... On that little bone and a little below it, it looks like it's on my neck, even though it's not." My panic spoke a little louder now. I hated anything pressing too hard on my neck.