Elevator Hitch Ao3 Novels & Stories

A psychic tether, stronger than the link, was reeling me in. I stepped onto the elevator. "Good boy." The old man stepped on after me. The hatch began to close. "Caleb!" I reached out. Caleb broke the violet light on his legs. He dove for the closing gap. His fingers brushed mine. For a second, the link flared—a blinding, erotic, desperate burst of don't go—before the metal slammed shut. The elevator began to drop. Fast. We weren't going down into the basement. We were going down into the core of the estate's private mountain.

Ahead is a lone structure that resembles an elevator, notwithstanding the grotto of rock that appears to have thrust out of the earth and wraps around the frame of its doors. Robbing me of even a moment’s reprieve, the precarious stage begins to shake and the elevator doors hiss apart. Out of the yawning blackness, chains fly forth as though carried by invisible harpoons. They pierce the edges of my neck, wrists and thighs, and then bloom at the exit wounds into mini-grappling hooks that secure their catch and drag me writhing and screaming into the dark maw.

Six, months later- “Adrian.” I moaned,his lips sucked on my neck, his other hand rubbing circles on my clit, I moaned, at the bite on my neck. “Someone will see.”I moan, “then let them, darling,” The elevator door opens, and I push him away, scared, a old woman enters the elvator. As the elevator, stops at the top floor, the scannar beeps as the door opens ,our hands intertwined, as he carries me to his room.

If she stops the young man, she will also be the poor man, she will be hanged. "Arthuro..." she mumbled but only weakly. The warmth of Arthuro's fingers also made her warm enough that for a few moments she felt the strange taste and tickle from his will. At the same time as he released the putting liquid in her womanhood, he also opened the elevator so he quickly adjusted himself. She didn't even feel the young man's hand anymore. When she turned to look at him, she was too late because he had already exited the elevator.

The elevator moved, but neither of us cared She wrapped her arm around my neck and I lifted her off the ground so she could straddle me. My hand went to her ass gripping it as she kissed me. I walked back slowly to where the elevator buttons were, still kissing Hazel like my life depended on it I pressed the emergency button and the elevator slowly came to a halt. We had about four minutes to make out before the hotel security comes to check out what's wrong I pressed her against the elevator's walls so that she was between the wall and I. I went down from her lips to her neck sucking on her flesh roughly but carefully. She threw her head back on the wall and released a small moan

"The ignition is locked out. Biometric security." "Bypass it," Jack ordered, watching the shaft above them. "We’re sitting ducks here." "I'm trying! The encryption is archaic but brutal. It’s looping." Finch’s fingers flew across the exposed wires, sparking connections. "Come on, come on..." With a shower of sparks and a groan of heavy gears, the elevator shuddered. The massive winch motors far above engaged. "Got it!" Finch yelled. The elevator began to descend. Slowly at first, then picking up speed. The lights of the levels flashed by—Level 5, Level 6, Level 7. The wind whistled through the cage mesh.

Floor 89: I come again, harder, squirting so hard it splashes the glass and runs in rivulets down to the floor. Floor 98: he spins me, lifts me, pins my back to the glass with my legs over his forearms, and drives upward in short, brutal thrusts that make the whole elevator sway. The city spins below us like a carnival ride. I wrap invisible arms around his neck, bite his shoulder through the ruined shirt, and clench around him deliberately. He loses it. At floor 107 he pulls out, sets me down, spins me again, and bends me over the narrow handrail that rings the capsule.

Jethro walked behind them with the casual confidence of someone who'd done this a hundred times, but Hart could feel the tension radiating off him through the bond connection that apparently extended to Cole's Beta. "Third floor," the BlackY Wolf said, gesturing toward a freight elevator that looked like it hadn't been inspected since the industrial revolution. "Liam's waiting." "Of course he is," Hart muttered, because apparently supernatural kidnapping came with dramatic flair. The elevator groaned upward with sounds that suggested it might give up and kill them before they even reached Liam, which would be an incredibly anticlimactic way to die. Hart's wrist throbbed where the totem mark

After that hot and cold situation between Cullen Lee and Heart, them being trapped was still unknown, not until Annie noticed something. She was in the elevator area and they had eight sets of elevator there. But she noticed something. She squinted as she saw that one of the elevator was weird. Annie walked closely and then saw that the digital screen of that elevator was messed up. Her eyes widened. “This is broken..” She mumbled. She turned around and then screamed.

The elevator door finally closed completely, cutting off the view of the peeking black horn tip. Siron slid to the elevator floor, his breath ragged, his body trembling uncontrollably. The lift smoothly continued its journey down to the lobby, as if it had never paused on the dark 3rd floor.