Douxie X Reader Novels & Stories

Taesha's eyes widen as her eyes fall to his long thick rod. Taesha subconsciously licks her lips as Dexter slowly crawls over her waiting body. Her legs were open to welcome him. His lips find hers once more. The kiss is fierce and bruising as he attacks his lush lips, Those same lips he's fantasized about for months. Dexter finally tears his mouth from her and sucks on that taut nipple, sending further shivers through her body. My other hand squeezes the other firm tit, filling his hands perfectly as if they were made just for him.

Dax's hands found my thighs, pushing them apart wide, stroking my core again. "So wet for us," he murmured, his voice rough with lust. I moaned, my hands sinking into the muscles of his back as Xander's fingers joined Dax's, stroking and teasing me. The bed dipped as Kane crawled behind me, lifting me high as if I weighed nothing then lowering me slowly until my dripping channel was seated completely on his long, thick length.

Rosie snores loud enough that I think it reaches the neighboring packs, right along with the wildlife in the woods. The next morning, Dan and I drank way too much coffee just to keep our eyes open and survive the day. It is the first time I've really seen Dan in love. He showed me Emma on a video call to introduce us while she was meeting him in the human world. Even though we've met briefly before, getting to know her on a personal level is different. She reminds me of Fleur. Fleur's scent is almost gone from the t-shirt now, but her beautiful face never leaves my memory, her touch remains on my skin, and her laughter and warmth still echo through my heart.

"Aurora, your hands." "I don't understand this part." Her voice shook, but she didn't pull away, some instinct deeper than fear telling her not to. Beneath her palms, the wound had stopped pumping blood so violently, the flow slowing to something almost manageable, and Darius's face, gray and pained a moment ago, had eased just slightly, some of the tension bleeding out of it that had nothing to do with pain anymore. "It's warm," he said, wonder cutting through the exhaustion in his voice. "Whatever you're doing. It doesn't hurt anymore."

Now. “It- I- Goooodddddd!” I groaned, writhing with Douglas still deep inside me, needing something more. I couldn’t voice my frustrations enough but both of my mates seem to understand for Douglas slowly exited my body and shifted across the bed, lying down with his eyes closed. Derrick shuffled off the bed, and took my weak hand, pulling me up against his hard abs. “Are you sure you can handle another round?” He asked softly, using his free hand to stroke my hair from where it lay across my face in a soft sensual caress.

It was a Novel by Ana huang famous author for the twisted series, it was Twisted hate and the open page was one the steamy hate sex scenes between Jules and josh I picked it up and started to read it, I couldn’t hold it anymore, I bit my lips and my eyes narrowed as I could feel my wetness,drip down my legs. I needed the release, with or without the cute guy, I sat on the singular chair there, spreading my legs and rubbing my swollen clit,I made sure I kept my moans muffled. I was interrupted by someone clearing their throat,my eyes widened at the cute guy staring at me. “Don’t stop” his voice husky as I could see the dick bulging against his zipper.

His wolf snarled, demanding energy, demanding contact. He startled when a weight shifted the mattress. Dante sat on the edge of the bed, gaze unreadable. “Your fever’s climbing.” “I’ll survive,” Aiden muttered. Dante’s hand brushed his forehead anyway, hot against hotter skin. Their eyes met, inches apart, and Aiden’s chest clenched. “Wolves heal faster with a bond,” Dante said quietly. “Shared energy. Doesn’t have to mean anything.” Aiden’s breath caught. “Everything with you means something.”

Like I’d just bent the whole room to my voice and my mouth and my mind, and now the scariest Alpha alive was getting turned on watching me rip the floor out from under his enemies with nothing but facts and fury. I leaned back in the chair. Legs crossed. Arms resting lightly on the armrests like a queen on her throne, blood still staining the corner of the wood beneath me. “I read,” I said casually, loud enough for all of them to hear. “I listen. I ask questions. Damon groaned softly under his breath, and I felt it. Felt the way it wasn’t just admiration anymore—it was hunger. A different kind of tension building under his skin. Lust mixed with reverence. Filthy awe. Respect wrapped in a sna

His breathing deepened as he stared at me, and something powerful seemed to pass between us. Luke smiled widely after I said that. I sat down next to him and placed my hand gently on his leg. The moment my hand touched him, his entire body reacted. His muscles tensed beneath my palm, and a slight shiver ran through him. I leaned closer, closing the distance between us. His scent surrounded me immediately—rich, musky, and intoxicating. It was darker and stronger than Adam’s scent had ever been, and despite everything, butterflies erupted inside my stomach.

the douchebag said sternly, making Anya stop. I watch in silence as douchebag DK walks to the bed and places Anya back who doesn’t seem to want to let him go. The douchebag bent down and whispered something in her ear that made Anya sit still as the nurse checks on her with the douchebag standing not far away from her. Once the nurse was done, Anya reached out for the douchebag’s hand, and the moment that his hand touches her cheeks Anya purrs as a smile appeared on her face.