Devon X Tyler Novels & Stories

Serena was the least I was expecting and because of that, I’ve lost my voice at this table. “Hi...I’m von...Devon” I said trying to comport myself as the heat was farting too much. Tyler who understood what was transpiring on the table with me, placed his hand on my back soothing it reassuringly to calm me down while he introduced himself. “Tyler...my name. I mean I’m my name is Tyler” he introduced himself trying to sound formal.

Devon told him. The smile on his face is the biggest and stupidest I have ever seen. I hear someone cough, but I hear a distinct “whipped” in the cough. Devon whips his head around and glares at Tyler. Tyler just smirks at Devon, and I am sure he is going to kick Tyler's ass later. “There she is,” Renee says.

Tyler came in with a case of beer and a kiss for Ashley. James appeared next and I stepped into the hallway with a smile. He looked like exactly what I needed to get over my controlling, yet cheating ex-boyfriend. Then two more guys came in, both new to me. It made me start wondering exactly who my doctor prescribed for me. Tyler introduced them as Devon and Rick. Devon looked like the bad boy that my mom would hate, complete with the tattoos and jet black hair. Rick looked more like a guy I could see myself dating. I narrowed my choices down to James and Devon. The original plan had them just sticking around for a few drinks before heading downtown to one of the bars.

I said, offering her the wine. She turned, took one look at the bottle, and grinned. “This will do.” Then Devon walked in. He was early. Wearing a black tailored suit, no tie, collar slightly loose. Effortless. Dangerous. Like a storm that wore a tux. His eyes found mine. I didn’t look back. I couldn’t. I was still angry. Still aching. Still mad about the stunt he pulled earlier, and nowhere near ready to let it go. Then she arrived.

If I hadn't known better, I would've sworn I was looking at Damon. "So they met." Tyler nodded once. "Yesterday." "How did it go?" "Poorly." I wasn't surprised. "Hannah left." Tyler hesitated again. "There is one more thing." I looked up. "The werewolf elders believe..." He stopped. "They believe what?" "...that Devon is also her mate." I simply stared at him. The words refused to settle. Impossible. "Wolves don't have two mates." "They don't." "And yet." Tyler inclined his head. "And yet."

She makes me want things I never thought I'd want. "Are you a boob guy?" She asks lifting her hands to cover mine. "No. I think I'm a you-guy." I say rolling her nipples between my fingers "You're utter perfection. Every part of you was sculpted to drive me crazy." My hands squish her tits together and I bend to lick the water off. I'm not condoning it but fuck do I understand why Fan married her. "Think you can go again, big boy?" Her fingers wrap around my already hard cock making it jerk with anticipation. I'm ready to be inside her again. Hopefully this time it'll be longer and harder.

Really is an extreme drink for straight people like Regi and Jenny. "Have a meal, Miss Jenny. We'll talk casually but surely." Gerand spontaneously rolled his lazy eyes. What Deny said was too ridiculous in his ears. "Oh yes, I will introduce myself first. My name is Deny Felixa. Owner of Felixa Corp in America. I plan to cooperate with this company. I am also Mr. Yosefa's younger cousin." Regi just stared embarrassed at the person who spoke, this was the second time he had heard this. Then it's still the same as before, that person's pretentious face is still visible.

I've been having a sweet tooth lately, and my favorite is chocolate everything. I can feel Ty looking at me, making me blush. I turn and see him starring, I can't help but cup his face and kiss his lips, getting a choir of awes from the ladies. "May I say, Beta Tyler, that you and your mate are so adorable, sir." one of the older ladies says making me blush. He smiles, nodding his head in gratitude. "Thank you, but just call me Ty," he replies making the ladies look among themselves and giggle as their cheeks blush.

“Damien. What happened to Tyler?” His breath hitched. “He was attacked.” The world went still. “Attacked where?” I demanded, my vision blurring. “Damien, where the hell—” “In Bhutan,” he said, voice breaking. “The guy—Noah—he found him. We got there in time, but Tyler—he’s injured, Mason. He passed out.” I staggered back against the wall. “No—no no no—Damien—tell me he’s okay. Tell me he’s alive—”

The Voss name would be obliterated. I couldn't allow that to happen. I would endure whatever he threw at me to ensure he stood at that altar, no matter how much it cut. On my way out of the mansion, a sleek black sedan pulled up the driveway. Dario’s father stepped out. I quickly offered a polite greeting. The aura of authority that radiated off that man was terrifying, it was easy to see why the streets whispered his name with trembling respect. They called him the Devil for a reason. Later that night, I lay awake in bed, staring at the wedding checklist glowing on my phone. A notification interrupted my thoughts, an I*******m story update from Viva, one of Dario’s usual circle.