Don't Moan My Name Novels & Stories

“What’s it called?” “I was waiting for you to name it.” She blinked. “Me?” “You’re the heart of it.” She thought for a moment, then smiled. “Let’s call it Steeped in You.” I stared at her. She shrugged. “It’s romantic. A little dramatic. And it sounds like something we’d say at 2 a.m. when we’re too tired to be clever.” I walked over, wrapped my arms around her from behind. “It’s perfect.” She leaned back into me. “You sure?”

I faked a smile, “it was my grandmothers name. She died when my father was young.” Mona nodded, “yeah, I heard about that. My parents both died when I was young too. Didn’t know my biological dad, but my mom was really sweet. My actual name is Morana though. It actually means death or rebirth, but it’s kind of a lot to say. So I kept it short.” Apparently Mona liked to talk. Maybe I could find out more about her. That would mean I’d have to engage in small talk. Ugh, I hate small talk. Okay. I could ask about her human family.

She introduced me to them. I nodded my head at them and they guys all smiled at me. “Guys Penny is a mute well I mean she has no voice but you can use the link.” Angel whispered the last part. I guess all the guys were in the pack. But still did she have to blurt out the mute things. I waved at them and said ‘hey guys, so what’s your names?’ I asked them. They took their turns saying their names. There was, Bobby, Andy, Cody, Rodney and William. They all had a Y except for William. I started to laugh in my head. I'm going to call William, Willy. Now all they boys had Y’s.

"Are you deaf?" He shouted again. Benjamin held the wrist of the man and twisted it in a swift but harsh way. The crackling noise of his bone made me jump on my spot and the rest men watched him, shocked. He got out from his car and Alantino let out a voice under his throat. He recognized, Benjamin as well and he knew it would be bad for him, if Benjamin got angry for his man's deed. He was cursing his man under his breath. "You are Valerie Monaro, if I'm not wrong."

I reached into my notebook and tore out the page I had prepared the night before, the one with my opening line written in clean block letters because I couldn't trust my signing to land the way I needed it to here. I slid it across the counter. I need to see Marcus Donovan. My name is Ava Arande. It's urgent. She read it without picking it up. "Do you have an appointment?" I shook my head. "Mr. Donovan doesn't take walk-in meetings." Her tone was not unkind. "If you'd like to contact his office directly, I can provide you with the general enquiries email address." I held up one finger. She paused, more out of surprise than compliance.

"Ladies and gentlemen, our next lot is…" I couldn't hear a word the auctioneer was saying. I just stared at her. She felt my gaze and turned her head to look at me. Our eyes met, and a cold smile touched her lips. I stood up and walked toward her. "Blair." "My name is Blair," she admitted. "But I don't know you." Before I could say another word, the auction bell rang. Stephen raised his paddle, throwing out millions like they were candy. "Five million."

Alora I beat my palms against my steering wheel, “Mother fucking son of a bitch. No, no, no, you can't do this to me. Come on you piece of shit, start.” I turn the key in the ignition again, praying under my breath, “Come on, come on, start, start.” The only sound is a click.

He didn't know what to say but the way Zach was looking at his lips made him think Zach already knew the answer. Suddenly, the phone lit up again with another call from Marcus. This time, Zach grabbed it angrily, stood up, and walked away to answer it. Noah was left alone in the quiet gym, his heart pounding, dealing with the frustrating ache between his legs.

Moaning my name over and over until the whole fucking house knew she belonged to me. "You just wait, Reina. I'm going to make you regret ever teasing a man like me."

I frowned because I thought I heard grunts coming from her room very faintly. Was she watching p**n? I pressed my ear against the door and heard a soft moan charged with passion saying my name. I gasped as I stood back. Was she jerking off to my name? A smile crossed my lips. Tonight she was jerking off to my name but a week from now she would be begging me to take her. I knocked on the door, determined to frustrate her efforts at attempting an orgasm without involving me directly. But there was no response from her. I could still hear her soft moans and I felt my dick rise to the sound. It almost felt like I was inside her and actually doing her.