Dog Bottom Jaw Trembling Novels & Stories

A low, guttural sound, like a beast choking on rage, rumbled behind us. I whipped around. Damon. He’d been crumpled near the wall this whole time, unconscious or maybe just playing dead. But now… now his body was shaking. No, more than shaking, convulsing. His limbs jerked, his spine arched unnaturally, and I heard the sickening sound of bones snapping. Muscle tore, skin stretched. His mouth gaped open in a silent scream, his fingers clawing at the concrete as if trying to dig into the earth itself.

I got up from bed and saw that lunch was already served. I dipped my steak on the sauce when I noticed how my hand was shaking. I stopped from eating and just took a glass of water when my fingers trembled and the water spilled on my food. “Shit!” I stood up from my table and I almost fell when my knees weakly shivered every step I took. I felt like I was out of air. My body was heating up and I could feel the beads of sweat on my forehead. “What the hell is happening?” I moan of pain escaped my lips when I felt a burning sensation on my right hip. I ran to the bathroom. I saw my reflection on the mirror, sweating, trembling, heating up, and pale.

Fred was still twitching, shaking, completely boneless on the couch, his cock softening but still leaking. He looked wrecked. Utterly, beautifully wrecked. I leaned down, right by his ear, and whispered, “Who’s the bottom now?”

Pain spiked down the bond, a sharp flash that made her lip curl in involuntary sympathy before she slammed her shields down. He rode it out, jaw locked, breath hissing once through his teeth. No stumble. No collapse. When he straightened fully, a sheen of sweat had broken along his hairline again. “Not collapsing,’” he said. “Ten out of ten.” “Six,” she corrected. “You’re leaning.” He glanced down, noticed the fractional shift in weight, and forced himself to center. The tremor increased for a moment, then steadied. Her fingers twitched with the urge to reach out and correct his stance, muscle memory from hundreds of rehab sessions taking over.

He does not disturb my movements and decisions even then. The couple starts to make out, making noise just like Nicholas and I do, but it is a lot more different thing right now. I am too shy to watch it with him. Hell, I do not even watch it when I am alone. As my mind starts rushing, my hand starts trembling while I struggle to change the channel but nothing happens regarding it, instead, the volume is suddenly increased. I gasp. "Fuck!" I curse under my breath, getting on my knees to make the remote work properly but how can I forget that the problem is in my trembling limbs?

Her exquisite beauty was magnified many times over, and even at that level of magnification, she remained flawless. However, Melissa felt a chill run down her spine as she watched. She wanted to turn off the TV and reached out with her right hand to grab the remote control, but her hand kept trembling uncontrollably. She quickly used her left hand to steady her right hand, and only then did her hand stop shaking. Her heart was pounding irregularly, as if it wanted to leap out of her mouth. Her face turned pale, and she had to press her hand against her chest to regain her composure. After a while, she finally felt her heartbeat slowly returning to normal. But suddenly, there were hurried foo

A sheen of sweat broke out on my forehead. “Calla, you’re white as a sheet.” Jade’s voice rose in alarm. Before I could answer, a violent, seizing spasm clenched my entire lower body. A cry tore from my lips as I doubled over, the glass slipping from my numb fingers and shattering on the floor. “Calla!” Jade screamed, jumping up.

At six in the morning, Adrien started shaking. Not violent like a seizure,just a low tremor that started in his shoulders and spread through his whole body making his teeth chatter and his fingers twitched in my grip. "Kai." I called out. Kai was there in seconds, pressing Adrien's shoulders down, throwing a blanket over him. "Hold his head. Don't let him hit the concrete." I scrambled onto my knees and cupped Adrien's face in both hands. His skin was burning hot and sweat ran down his temples and his jaw was clenched so tight.

A growl now radiated from him, as the floor beneath me began to shake, and I reached for the dresser to steady myself, as he got to his feet, and moved towards me, as I realized that I may have taken this game a bit too far. Urijah had me pinned to the dresser before I knew what was happening, as the room continued to shake even after his growl stopped, holding me close to him. It took me a second to realize that it hadn’t been his growl that was causing the room to shake, but another one of those damn tremors was happening again. This one was lasting much longer than the one before, and I held onto Urijah wondering how long this one was going to last and how often these happen.

She teased, making me laugh. I had just steadied myself when something shifted. Not sound at first. Vibration. A low tremor beneath my feet, subtle enough that I almost thought it was the babies shifting. Then it grew. The floor gave a faint shudder. Aria frowned. “Did you…?” A muffled boom cut her off. Not close enough to shake the walls violently. Not distant enough to ignore. The glass in the window panes rattled sharply. My stomach tightened instinctively. “What was that?” I asked. Aria was already on her feet, standing beside me as I put my hand on my stomach on instinct, looking around as I did.