Dear Door Yaoi Novels & Stories

He tells me with a slight smirk licking his lips as he lets me go and walks back towards the room of laughing wolves while I rush to the bathroom to take a shower with bright red cheeks. As I dry my hair with the blow-dryer a knock interrupts me. Opening the door I am face to face with Deimos who is wearing a white Asian-style Lanai pullover making me salivate. This male can have any female in his cage in a matter of seconds. He looks seductive even when he's not trying to be.

Because right now, I am the lover of the Lord Yakuza. ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ See you 👋 LOVE ALL❤️

And they looked so much alike that I knew they had to be related in some way. “You said there would be two of them.” He moaned but not once did his eyes leave me. I backed up until my back hit the wall and that’s when they began to advance. Fuck. “There was meant to be two .” Door guy said with a grin. “But it doesn’t really matter. We can have fun with this one.” He got to me first. His chubby fingers coming out to brush against my hair. I shied back, whipping my head away from his slimy touch.

“This door is a very special atrifact from the Demon Realm. It appears that our little bird here stole it when she left the Demon Realm a thousand years ago.” My brows draw together in confusion. “What is so special about a red door with carvings on it?” While the door was breathtaking to look at and the carvings were crafted so well that they actually look real, I don’t see what could be so special about it. It is just a door afterall. A deep rumble of laughter moves up Levi’s chest, clearly catching wind of my thoughts. Stupid mate bond! My lips purse together in irritation. Levi pulls me in for a bear hug, his deep laughter booming through my body from our close contact.

I was ready to give up and try some other way to get pussy for the night. But just then there was a gentle tap at my door. It was so feint that I barely heard the noise. I cracked open the door, and there was my little Japanese friend. I smiled and opened the door wide. He smiled and bowed. I smiled and bowed. And then he tried to talk, “You, me see.” “You, me see.” And as he spoke he pointed down to my trousers. “You, me see,” he repeated a few more times. “Berry size.” “Berry beeg.” “O.K” “O.K.”

A bare-chested male with a rugged exterior and inked arms. His appearance makes some liquid drip from my sex as I clang the door closed. TBC.