Romans & histoires Dylan O Brien Smut

Dylan nodded as a reply. "Are you mad about it? If you are, you can lock him up. I just think that Liam would be good for the pack. He's really nice, and he's funny," I told Dylan, a smile taking over my lips. Dylan looked at me curiously, stopping in the middle of the trail. "What is it?" I asked him, wondering if he'd gotten mad at my comments about Liam. "It's the first time you smile since you woke up," he said, running his thumb softly over my lower lip.

Brian replied casually, his handsome face now feeling more menacing. "Don't joke around, Brian! This is not funny at all. What kind of movie did you watch that made you say such weird things?" Brian flashed a crooked smile, then moved closer to me, pulling my hips toward him. We were now just inches apart, and I could see that his skin was unusually pale, different from what I had always seen. "I'm not joking; I'm serious. You need to know who I really am, Dylan! I've been holding back all this time, but your scent is too strong, and it's making me crave your blood..."

"The only thing I care about is that she'll be safe." My chest tightened. His words, firm and claiming, rang through me, and tangled with the force of the thing in me that pulled tighter than ever. Dylan leaned over the table, his brow arched. "I believe what Liam is trying to say, without being a complete ass, is that maybe there's merit in accepting the offer." Ciaran spun around to him, a growl in his voice. "This isn't funny, Dylan." “Who said I’m joking or trying to be funny?” Dylan’s tone was light, but his gaze flicked to me, serious and steady.

"O-oh! Sorry. Diana, this is Dylan." Suddenly, Diana's eyes sparkled. "M-mate..." she said. "What?" I asked. "Mate." She said again. "A-are y-you sure?" I was shocked. She immediately hugged Dylan. "Dylan, what's the meaning of this? I thought you were human! And you're gay!" I panicked. "Well I lied. Sorry Anna. But the gay part, it was true. But! Life turned out like this." "Why...did u lie? D-do you know..."

Chloe sulked, pouting as she linked her arms with an amused looking Dylan. I let go of Liam, watching him shake and bro-hug Dylan or whatever. It was awkward as hell. “Now that introduction and all is over, can we go? I’m tired as fuck and really want to get the airport smell off my skin. I’m sure Dylan feels the same.” I say, turning to look at Dylan who by the way was sniffing himself. “Yeah I want to actually bath but I’m sure I smell alright. I’ve always been the one with the exotic smell.” He mocked, cocking an eyebrow at me.

There’s another bad one, so I yank it. “What even is his objective with this?” Brian growls, looking at the notes too. Luckily, I just left the good ones, “My favorite flower? The prettiest girl? My bimbo doll, not his? What?” Oh shit. The bimbo doll one is a new one I haven’t checked. ‘To MY bimbo doll, not his. From, your Dumb Rapist.’ “Man, Damon has some serious mental issues,” Brian says, shaking his head, “He still wants her.”

Amelia face palmed herself, she didn't realize that she bought all those, she was just having fun swiping the card. She let out a dry laugh " as far as it's not out of my money". Liam was in his office when Dylan came i looking down. Liam massaged his temples as he watched Dylan sit in front of him. "why do you look so down more than I do?" Dylan inquired. Liam sneered at him "and who told you I look down? if you have nothing important to say I suggest you leave my office". Dylan remained still on his seat he was having a bad day, for some reasons he has been thinking about last night's incident. He couldn't believe he was slapt at a public place.

Dylan sighed, leaving him to wonder what he had done with his phone. Dylan turned the screen to him and he saw the message he had dropped to Bree. ¬¬Bree, it's Dylan. Get mom out of the room for a second. Anything in my drawer is yours.¬¬ **So she had lied about the fruits.** Dylan dropped his phone with a deep breath and it only took that second for his drive from earlier to swim back in. "We have a few more minutes to ourselves. Want to take it or..." He shut Dylan's lips with his and the heat rushed back into him when Dylan rubbed against him, taking his kiss and boldly letting out the moan he had been holding back.

The man pleaded. "I know." Damian muttered as he used the dagger to slash his throat. The man struggled to to breath as blood seeped from his neck. Some of the blood splattered all over Damian's face making look like a devil. "Gross." He muttered as he used a clean handkerchief to wipe his face. "Clean this mess off." Damjan ordered and was about to leave the dungeon when something caught his eyes. "Selina." He called in shock as he watched her staring at him in fear.