Devon X Tyler Novels & Stories

Every step was filled with fear; coming out in public would take some longer processes of observation to avoid intruders or spies; I wasn't doing this for myself alone but for the tiny life growing inside of me. One evening, as I rummaged through an abandoned cabin for supplies, I heard voices. My heart stopped. “Did you hear what Damien's planning?”. The name alone was enough to make me freeze. “What would he be planning?” I whispered to myself, hiding myself to eavesdrop on more information. The memory of Damien's rejection kept flashing in my mind, my Alpha, my mate. The man who rejected me and threw me out like I was nothing. “No,” Another voice replied. “But whatever could be his plan,

TAMING THE DANGEROUS CEO ALPHA KING CHECKMATE THE DEVILISH BILLIONAIRE FATED TO MARRY THE DEVIL See Yah there!

What started as a job, a duty to make sure she felt our side was her only real choice, became an obsession. Our plan had been put in motion years before, creating a rock band to travel the world bringing in kids her age from everywhere knowing one day she would show up. Devil’s Night is now the most popular band in the world with teens and young adults. While simultaneously being the most hated band in the world with their parents. We have fans everywhere just dying for a chance to spend a few moments with us and I, Damien Raines, am the frontman.

He said in a dark voice and I shrank under his gaze but still, I nodded my head firmly. “Marry me then,” The devil said and I felt stunned. Marriage as a punishment? I blinked, confused, staring at his face but he looked damn serious about it. My throat was dry and with utter difficulty, I was able to say only one word. “Okay,” The devil’s eyes lit up when I said it and before I could think or do something he consumed my mouth, F**k, I wasn’t really up for it but I couldn’t push him either. He sucked my lips until it got numb and then very gently slid his tongue inside, I was disgusted by myself because I had been very dirty but the way he was devouring my mouth, it didn’t show any hint of d

Emily screamed, her legs giving out as she saw the man who had once been her lover. "Oh, so you know my boyfriend?" Charlotte asked sceptically. "He’s Devon, a food and beverage entrepreneur with many branches across England." "This can’t be…" Emily collapsed, her eyes vacant as she stared at Devon. The man she was gazing at didn’t react, standing there as though he didn’t know her.

My walls spasmed, milking Tyler, who cursed under his breath. 'Shit, she's squeezing me... gonna cum again.' He did, flooding me with another hot spurt, pulling out to let the excess drip onto Devon's waiting tongue. They swapped like pros, no hesitation. Devon stood, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, his cock... rock-hard and veined, pointing straight at me. 'My turn to wreck that pussy.'

He is overwhelmed by the sudden, unexplainable emotions brought on by the realization. The inauguration has begun, but Bienley is no longer paying attention to what is taking place on stage. He is so deep in his thoughts. Who is Devon? Is he the known fierce gang leader or the lover he had spent making love with these past days? Although until now, he had been intrigued as to why they had not gone all the way. Devon is unexpectedly prudent than he had expected. Despite their rocky first meeting, the time he spent with him allowed him to get to know the real him.

Durian exclaimed in surprise. “Why, for what reason? Is something happening in the human world?” Durian probed, wondering why the king had made such a decision. “It’s about Prince Devon” Tyler looked left and right to make sure no one was close by. He gestured for Durian to come closer and whispered, “He finally found his mate”. “What! He found a mate!” Durian exclaimed in a loud voice. “Keep your voice down, you idiot,” Tyler scolded Durian, who was still in disbelief.

But the fullness, the burn, the way he filled every inch of me was perfect. “Fuck,” Devon groaned when I was fully seated, his hands gripping my hips hard enough to bruise. “You feel incredible.” I started to move, rising up and sinking back down, finding a rhythm. His cock dragged over every sensitive spot inside me, building the pleasure slowly. Tyler appeared beside us, already stripped from the waist down. His hand guided my face toward him, fingers threading through my hair. “Open your mouth.” I did and he fed me his cock slowly, carefully, letting me adjust to the feeling of being filled from both ends. I’d never done this before but I followed instincthollowed my cheeks, used my tongu

Deny's clever brain is very reliable when it comes to tricking. *****