Elevator Hitch Ao3 Novels & Stories

Two of Kael’s wolves flanked him, growling. The elevator stopped at the 50th floor, and the doors slid open slowly. He was ready to pull the trigger, but the elevator was empty save for a wheelchair where a dummy in a suit sat. There was a note pinned to its chest. Cautiously, he approached the dummy and poked it. Nothing happened, so he grabbed the note. I AM NOT IN THE ELEVATOR. LOOK UP. Aser looked up. The access hatch in the ceiling of the elevator car was open, and pouring through it was a thick, gray smoke.

The elevator reached the destination with a ding sound and the door opened on the most unfortunate moment, the newly found couple was about to walk to hell because Lucifer was awaiting on the doorsteps! The elevator door parted its mouth upon the command of the devil boss, as Ekai Enzo was standing right in front of the door outside the elevator. Clad in a designer suit he looked no less than an eye feast, the man lifted his head up as the sharp dazzling orbs cast a brief look at Aysel. The moment felt as if thousands of years passed in those few seconds, and a gush of cool breeze brushed Ekai' hair out of nowhere making Aysel weak in legs.

As soon as the elevator doors closed behind them, the four of them stumbled into the penthouse, the air thick with pent-up desire and the lingering hum of the toys still buzzing faintly inside them. Zeke, ever the commander, wrapped his arm tighter around Eli, who was still whimpering and suckling on his neck like a starved animal, his body grinding shamelessly against Zeke's leg. Delilah and Damien followed closely, their faces flushed and sweaty, their hands reaching out to touch Zeke as if he were the only source of relief in a world of torment.

When the elevator door opened, he immediately went in, pressed the penthouse and the close buttons. As the elevator was moving up, Selene suddenly moved from his arms. He looked at her and adjusted her from his arms. In a matter of seconds, he felt his chest getting wet and the elevator shaft smelling sour. His face was a mix of anger and disgust. He wanted to drop her right there and then, but she hugged his neck and her face was now nesting in the crook between his neck and his shoulder.

she didn’t want to be around this devil for long, Taking a step towards her she crouched down beside her, "You are truly a warrior, a brave one, take care of yourself," She smiled and stood up, quickly turning around she headed for the lift and stepped into it as soon as it arrived Only to be pushed into a corner the moment the doors shut, He stood towering above her, his hands pinned her to the wall of the elevator as she gazed into those deep grey pools that pulled her into their enchantment, she didn’t know why but it felt like the lift was ascending instead of descending

The elevator doors had barely slid shut before Alexander Voss had Susan pinned against the cold mirrored wall. One large hand wrapped around her throat, the other dove straight under her tiny red dress. He shoved three thick fingers into her cum-slick, well-fucked pussy without warning, stretching her roughly.

The elevator jerks slightly, then stills. Just me. And Aaron West. In the pitch black. Alone. In the elevator. And the air between us?

He reaches out his hand to me and leads me to the elevator. When the doors close, it becomes almost impossible to stay away from him for more than a second. My instinct practically makes me jump on his neck. He reacts by lifting me, putting my legs around his hips, and pressing me hard against the cold metal panel of the elevator. The arousal becomes almost palpable in the small space. I rip off his shirt, outlining every muscle on his back with my hands, scratching with my nails. I feel a shiver run down my back as he kisses my neck and shoulder. My jeans make it difficult for John's work, but when he reaches his goal, my legs tremble at his touch. Then I realize that the elevator doors are

Sighing, I walk to the elevator and I have just pressed the button to call the car as I get spun around and slammed against the wall. Domenico claims my lips with his, lifting one of my legs to press himself into me as he keeps groping me. My senses twirl around in the most awesome way as I try to keep up with him devouring me without suffocating because of the lust burning up in me. I clasp his shirt, pulling him closer to me as a ping resounds, and the opening doors of the elevator bring us back to this dimension. “Good night,” he says huskily, taking a step back to make me board the elevator on wobbly legs.

The way it responded to her heartbeat. She closed her eyes and put her hand on the metal reader. It's a circuit, she told herself. It's electricity. A story made by engineers. For five agonizing seconds, nothing happened. Then her heart skipped a beat. A surge of heat went down her arm into the reader. The screen flickered. The blue light died, replaced by a bright gold light. OVERRIDE ACCEPTED. AUTHORIZATION: ARCHITECT. The elevator jolted upward skipping Floor 3 and going straight to 4.