Dominant Male Romance Novels Novels & Stories

His tongue was a demand, his hands anchoring me, lifting me, and finally dropping me onto the decadent expanse of his king-sized bed. The world narrowed down to the feel of his weight, the scent of expensive cologne mixed with something earthy and purely masculine, the agonizing skill of his mouth and hands. He was right; he was highly trained. Every stroke, every suckle, every deep, investigating kiss was designed to unravel me-not just physically but mentally. He was laying siege to my control, mapping my weaknesses. Let him map the wrong ones, I coached myself, even as a tremor of pleasure shook my core when his fingers expertly found the most sensitive, needy part of me.

Standing at the edge of the living room, his eyes locked on me with a gaze so potent, so commanding, that the room seemed to shrink around him. “Mary,” he said finally, voice low, deliberate, magnetic. “Enough games. Focus.” I shivered. He didn’t move closer, didn’t need to. His presence alone held a power over me that I couldn’t describe. It was possessive, dangerous, and… utterly irresistible. I realized then how differently each man affected me: Alex: dangerous, velvet-voiced, teasing with forbidden promise. Ryan: playful, teasing, unpredictable, stirring chaotic desire. Dominic: commanding, magnetic, silent but possessive, pulling me with subtle but undeniable force.

Rhett says as he wraps an arm around my waist. I’m still letting it sink in when we arrive at Dominic’s place. Dominic is wearing nothing but loose slacks and smiles before kissing each of us. His kiss is lingering and full of passion. “I don’t usually work with women, not that I don’t appreciate their bodies. I do, very much, but I have preferences for who I dom. I will fuck a woman but not usually enter into a dom/sub relationship or any at all with one. Just like Gabriel is making exceptions, so am I. I love Gabriel and Rhett, not as deeply as they love one another, but you will learn their love is an exceptionally deep one, the rest of us just to ride in it;s wake and take the love they

I began, my voice carrying in the frozen air, "I buried my mate. Dominic was Alpha of this pack for ten years. He was my partner, my protector, my heart. And now he is gone." A murmur. I raised my hand, silencing it. "Since his death, I have been told that I must choose: step down and let a new Alpha be appointed, or marry a man the elders choose for me. I have been told that a widow cannot lead. I have been told that I am too young, too female, too broken." I let those words hang. "But I am Luna. Dominic named me his equal before he died. He gave me his blood, his power, his trust. And I will not dishonor his memory by letting a council of old wolves decide my fate."

a voice says. An older man steps into the room. He looks very much like Elric, and he watches me with cold satisfaction. "Now Damien will listen to us." I stop struggling and stare at him. "What are you talking about?" "Your boyfriend thinks he is untouchable. He thinks his money and his power can protect everyone he loves." The older man smiles. "But he cannot protect you and you are exactly what we need." I yank my arms but the man holding me does not loosen his grip.

"I am holding onto my dignity, Dominic. Something you clearly wouldn't recognize if it hit you in the face." Dominic stiffened, his own anger rising to meet hers. He rose slowly, his large frame towering over her, casting a long, dark shadow across the table. He stepped around the furniture until he was standing directly in front of her, so close she could feel the heat radiating from his skin. "And what dignity is that?" he asked, his voice a low, dangerous snarl. "The only dignity I know in a woman is about virginity."

“Raven, I won’t allow you to deny that we’re mates. The fact is we are. There are others out there that recognize that we are, and it can be made official with a simple word. I don’t want to be a hard ass Alpha male. But after all this time I will.” Dominic could feel his more dominant nature coming to the forefront after all the violence and bloodshed he’d seen. The anger and the betrayal he believed he’d discovered. This was something else he had to get to the bottom of.

Warning: This book series has lots of steamy scenes and you are in for a hot thrilling ride. Blurb “I will mark every inch of your body, gag and pin you while filling you up with my c*m and watching you writhe in pleasure under me. Something I am sure that loser could never do.” He smirked. ** ** ** Still reeling from the humiliation of a horrible break up from her ex and her parents’ divorce, Isadora Kingsford decides to stay with her best friend over the holidays just to get over the hurt however what she didn't prepare for was lusting after Tristan Kavanaugh—her best friend’s sinfully attractive father.

If I could meet him again, I will gladly let him rocked his hips against mine. It wasn't my first wild night, frankly, it was one of the many nights I spent going to the club. But it was the first time ever I had sex with a stranger in a club's restroom. I definitely would feel ashamed if I ever get to meet him again, but I wouldn't be ashamed if I get to meet him at the club again. But anywhere else would be a complete disaster, he wouldn't know I was totally heartbroken that night. I don't regret the sex, if I have another chance I would do it over a million more times.

I thundered in my Alpha tone, which immediately made Damian fall to his knees at that very moment. “Please appease your anger, Your Majesty! It hasn't come to that yet. I..I...was only trying to explain the situation. It's not my intention to anger you at all.” “You talk as if finding a mate is something that's easy to do.” “I know it's not but you of all people should be aware that for a Lycan king to keep his position intact, he needs a Luna and an heir, but you…” Damian trailed off while shivering on the ground where he knelt.