Does Fourth Wing Have Smut Novels & Stories

He pulled me down into the snow with him, wrapping his wings around us so I might as well have been on a feather bed in a parka. Schubert's quartet peaked. He spooned me against his chest, arms wrapped round me like a mummy. Samael lay like a corpse for a moment, apparently getting in the zone. I grimaced as he stiffened. He laughed roughly at my unease. “That's just wrong,” I informed him. “Angel lust-” “Don't go there. No jokes about 'little deaths,' either. Or embalming fluids. I can't do this if you're a creep.”

Samael blocks me, his breaths heavy, cornering me against the side of a building. “You don't mean that.” Without warning, he spears his tongue into my mouth and near devours me. Sucking, licking, biting, pushing my hands above my head and locking them in his grasp. I moan, wrapping around him with my hips as his wings envelop me, white and spackled gray feathers unsullied by the ages warm where he is cold. My own port wine stain wings blossom in response, and I run a ragged hand through his hair. I love him, I love him, I love my Tam Lin, though he be the death of me. I sigh as I break away, his black venom saliva a string on my lips. I lick it. He growls.

He takes his shirt off, rather aggressively, and his wings rip through his skin without warning. “Jesus fucking Christ!” Inez cries out, hiding behind me. “It’s alright,” I tell her, coaxing her out, “they’re just wings.” She examines Samael’s dark, blood-splattered wings, “Wow… can you do that?” she asks, looking up at me. “No, but what I can do is way cooler,” I give her a wink and a slight nudge towards Samael. He looks at me worriedly, “I’ll be right back.” He doesn’t give Inez a chance to prepare herself, he scoops her up in his arms.

Damascus had pulled his own hand to his chest and rubbed the spot lightly. He wasn’t sure why, but the feeling was more than just a case of static electricity. Damascus looked at Amara and wondered if there was something more to his wingless angel that met the naked eye.

“You want to know why? Because you make me sick!” Her disgust was like a bone-scraping knife, slicing me open and making every breath agony. Maddie curled behind me, tugging my hand and wanting to leave. Sharp-eyed, Tiffany spotted Maddie. She pinched her nose and said, “So that’s where this rotten stench is coming from, you little sc*m? You don’t seriously think your worthless father can protect you? Fabian snickered, sliding his hand straight up Tiffany’s skirt. He gave it a grab, then pressed his fingers to his nose for a deep inhale.

Arms crossed at all times—unless dragging someone out or blocking a door. Content Warning: This story contains themes and depictions of sxual assult, r*pe, non-consensual acts, gr*oming, sx traffcking, and dr*g use. Reader discretion is strongly advised. These topics are part of the narrative and may be distressing or triggering for some individuals. Please take care while reading.

Ravi slammed the door behind him and was startled to find Adrian floating by the window, his wings flapping, hands folded across his chest, wearing a smug expression. He knew all too well that this creature was the one responsible for the chaos Ravi had just experienced. Ravi quickly moved to the window, fists clenched in anger, a sharp gaze directed at him with disapproval. He opened the window with a loud creak. "You're the problem here."

I clutched my knees and stared at the floor. Phoenix didn’t say anything at first. I knew he was shocked, but he hid it well. He rubbed a hand over his face before finally looking at me, his eyes softer than before. “Finley already told me. Yeah, it’s an anomaly. Almost unheard of—for a wolf to have more than one mate. Four? That’s insane. But…” He trailed off, like he was weighing his words.

My tongue shifts, forking at the tips, and flicks out, dragging it across her stomach. My scent spreads across my tongue. “Mmm, Dara. You have been using the lotion. My good Girl. You taste just like me.” I straighten, staring down at her flawless figure, her arms spread out as if she were presenting herself to me to be devoured. “Don’t mind if I do, Sweet Mate.” I strip off my shirt, groaning as my wings stretch from being confined in the tatters of my shirt. I am going to have to buy some more before too long. I don’t know how my wings keep going away, but they always burst out when I need them, or I lose control of my emotions. I’ve torn a lot of shirts apart. Rolling my head over my shou

“Don’t call me sweetheart, and it’s not book p**n. It’s called smut.” “Smut,” I repeat. “Such a fancy way to say p**n, huh?” I tilt my head, still holding the book out of her reach. “So tell me, what’s the smut doing to you?” “Kai, stop.” She pauses, eyes narrowing like a warning. She’s too mad at me for the shit I’m about to pull, but I don’t really care. It’s either this or I let her bury herself in her precious smut while pretending I don’t exist, probably imagining the two of us as the lead characters anyway.