Dom Relationship Novelas e Histórias

Or perhaps my own desperate libido is simply overriding common sense. Picturing the heavy weight of his massive, tattooed arms pinning me down has been a recurring intrusive thought since yesterday. "Tragic," sighing heavily, I slump back into the chair. "A massive waste of prime real estate. So, a girlfriend? A wife hidden away in a dacha somewhere?" “No," Dom says, her expression turning slightly serious. "He doesn’t date." "Never?" “Never. Hookups only." That piece of information settles in my chest, forming a heavy little stone of realization.

I barely had the time to wrap the towel properly around my chest before Dom stepped in, his face was set in calm professionalism as usual. "Bishop sent me to check up on you." Dom announced without even looking towards my side, he only glanced at me once, but just when I thought he was supposed to appreciate what he was seeing, he didn't even flinch. He looked away from my wet skin as though I was a turn off to him. It makes me doubt if Dom is even human at all. He doesn't find women attractive, could he be gay? He once told me he was married, perhaps he's joking about it, because I've never seen an emotionless man like Dom ever getting married.

I pushed the door open and scanned the place for Dom. He was sitting on a booth by the window, his back towards the door. I've spent enough time with the boy to recognize him just by looking at his back. The four of us, along with my little cousin Monic grew up together. Dom was family, I've known him since he was born because our parents were such good friends. Our moms were best friends and our dads were business partners. I practically helped raised him despite our small age gap. I walked towards him, greeting him with a pat on his back, not expecting him to jump at the contact.

I remarked, a playful glint in my eyes as I listened to his anecdotes. Dom nodded, a proud smile gracing his features. "She certainly keeps me on my toes," he admitted, his expression softening with paternal affection. "But I wouldn't have it any other way. She's the light of my life." I couldn't help but smile at his heartfelt words, sensing the depth of his love for his daughter. It was a reminder of the bonds that held us together, even in the midst of uncertainty and change. As we continued our walk, Dom pointed out various landmarks and significant locations within the pack territory. He spoke with a sense of reverence, sharing stories of the pack's history and the traditions that had b

“What the hell is a daddy dom?” Glancing around, she shrugs. “What we have isn’t technically a daddy dom thing. The daddy sex thing doesn’t have a thing to do with wanting to fuck your daddy. Sure, some women might be into it. But it’s about how your daddy is the first man who ever loves you unconditionally—supposedly.” Our eyes meet, emphasis on supposedly.

"Let's begin. Can you tell us about your relationship with the Alpha king?" Daciana nodded in response, clearing her throat before she began. "Yes, I can. The Alpha king was the father of my mates, as you may be aware of. Our relationship was... Normal. He was never harsh toward me and actually welcomed me into the palace with open arms despite my Omega status." The Gamma glanced at the Delta, who nodded briefly before jotting down some words on her notepad. Daciana squinted her eyes, a little curious about what that could be.

I tuned out his words, confused as hell about what delusional shit he was on about now. And where the fuck was Jeremiah? Why hadn’t he found me yet? Should I have let him mark me the other day? So our bond would be stronger? My head was spinning with a million questions. “You don’t know what you did to me,” Dominic whispered, rubbing his nose against mine while still gripping my chin. I wished for a moment that I had magical powers to disappear. “Because of you, I have trauma-induced erectile dysfunction… and no other woman can make my cock hard enough to fuck. Only you. My body only craves you.”

It must be nice, Adom muses, having someone to bicker with. Someone who you trust and are so in love with even after years of being together that even the same old tasks are never boring. Adom wants that too, something similar to what his parents have. "When will I be able to argue like you guys, hm?" Adom teases, laughing at his father's shrieks in the background. It's endearing to say the least. It makes him miss home even more. His mother quiets down, clearing her throat before she talks. "Adom, are you in a relationship?" His mother has always been more perceptive than him, straightforward too. Adom is left reeling at the steer of the conversation, anxiety spiking at just the thought of

He immediately pointed at her and snapped back angrily. “Hey, stop yelling! I can hear you just fine. I’m not deaf!” “If you’re not deaf, then why aren’t you answering my question?” Angelica challenged, growing angrier. Collin growled, no longer able to hold it in. Just a few months into marriage, and it already felt like nothing but hell. “I’ll answer however I want. Why are you interfering?” “What’s wrong with you? Are you trying to find an excuse to cheat by coming home late and saying you have work?”

“One of those casual questions that aren't really casual?” “Exactly,” Dominic replied, settling into the back of the sofa. Eros crossed his arms and leaned against the wall, frowning. “Go ahead, fire away.” “What do you think of the Devil?” Eros raised an eyebrow. “Roman?” Dominic nodded. Eros shrugged, but there was a glint of interest in his eyes. "Well... I don't know, he's my sister's husband. Technically, my brother-in-law. I don't know him that well, but he's always treated me well. You can tell he's not just any guy. He has that “I'm the boss” thing about him, but without having to say it out loud.