Donsilver Toxic Attraction Novels & Stories

I thought, but my breath hitched as his thumb—the one made of silver and obsidian—dragged across my lower lip. The chemistry was explosive, a toxic mix of desire and dread. I could feel his heart thudding—slow, heavy, and forced—against my ribs. He was a monster, but he was my monster. The way he looked at me, with a hunger that surpassed anything human, made my own silver blood sing with a dark, addictive energy.

I can never forget her annoying voice that made my blood boil. I froze mid-reach, heart jerking in my chest. No. Not now. Not while I’m under the freaking desk. Rylan didn't say a word afterall he can't say a word either. But I heard his tired grunt. Silver laughed. “What? You’re worried. No one is here, Rylan.” And then silence. Followed by a slow, amused exhale from Rylan. “Well, well, well,” Silver purred, the sound moving closer to where I was hiding. “Rylan, I love you. I told you time without numbers. We aren't related by blood so we can be together.”

“You know, I could have turned you like so many of the young boys I’ve played with in other packs. Made you want to have as much sex as you could handle but you had to yelp and scream and call attention to something that wasn’t hurting you. You got my tail busted something fierce when you were twelve. I can’t begin to tell you how many males, experimenting with homosexuality, I had taken without so much as a whimper. Yet you couldn’t even handle a long but small dildo without passing out. I begged dad for years to take you out of my room. He let you win that game. Relieved me of the torture that came from not being allowed to fondle you.To rape you.” He pauses a moment as if he’s thinking of

He relaxed against her car, watching her with careful eyes. “It’s beats your pathetic attempt at trying to get The Don’s attention though. Watching you being dragged out of the mansion and quite literally thrown out was one of the most hilarious sights.” He replied. Smoke fumes almost seemed to go pour out Silver’s ears and nostrils at the amount of fury she felt. She didn’t like this man, not one bit. She decided. He was like her, just a male version. He had a great temper, he knew how to recover quickly, he also knew how to push the right buttons to send someone reeling.

[MADISON] “Do you know why my idiot twin brought up the annulment?” Martina asked, clearly annoyed. “Because he thought it was what’s best for you—without even asking how you felt about it. Typical Marco, right? But honestly, that’s not even the worst part. Your life’s in danger—because of Carson Jenkins.”

He trails his fingers down my spine caressing my back all the waist down to my ass then back up. “What about it?” I brace my palms on his chest going up a little so I can look at him “well silver is deadly poisonous to our kind” when he doesn’t answer I frown and then follow his gaze that’s glued to my breasts. I smack his chest. “Pay attention, you’re not listening to me” He squeezes my ass in one palm, “I always listen to you.” He finally drags his eyes from my chest “Now what we’re you saying”

However, soon my stomach roiled violently. I bolted to the bathroom and vomited up everything I’d just eaten. The hollow weakness in my body dragged me back to that moment closest to death. I’d been tortured until I was barely alive. Afraid of answering to Daniel if I died, they called in a healer. She skimmed my test results, her brows knitting into a hard line. “Your silver poisoning has seeped into your bones, and your wolf soul is dormant. You won’t live long. “How long is your sentence? Three years? Perfect. You’ll die not long after leaving Silver Prison. No need to dirty the cell with your corpse.”

“We thought to share tea with our… new addition. It is tradition for every lady of the court to partake.” Her smile was sugar; her eyes, frost and suspicious. It was not to be trusted. She poured from a silver pot whose steam coiled in strange, violet-tinted curls. I caught the scent, sharp, bitter, unmistakable. Wolfsbane. My just-settled heart fluttered once more, then stilled. It was clear as day what was going on. They were trying to get rid of me. Which means I don't need to be polite anymore. She filled my cup to the brim, set it before me, and said sweetly, “To new beginnings.”

He grabbed my arm roughly, dragging me out of the den. He berated me loudly enough for everyone nearby to hear, "You came to the recovery den to pick a fight? Silver poisoning is hard to treat. When she's upset, it flares up." "I finally got her to calm down and cooperate with treatment. If you come and upset her, causing another flare-up, the mating ceremony will be delayed again. Don't blame me when that happens!" I yanked my arm free, looking back at Victoria. She sat up in bed, perfectly composed, not a hair out of place. She hardly seemed silver-poisoned. She was clearly faking it.

When he was in a black mood, shr found herself turning pliant and extremely submissive, letting him mark her and take out his frustration on her—and getting off on it. She got off on pleasing him, which was…yeah, probably pretty messed up. The most messed up part, though, was that she couldn’t even claim that she was in any way being taken advantage of or lied to. Because Eton Domino didn’t pretend to be anything he wasn’t. Kaia didn’t suddenly start thinking Eton was just a misunderstood good man. Because undeniably, he wasn’t a good man; she was perfectly aware of it, yet it didn’t change how insanely attracted to him she was.