Elle Brooke Rimming Novels & Stories

Brooke continued, "I told him I couldn't go, and he very kindly offered to take me." Her hand tightened around my cóck, stroking faster. I gritted my teeth, trying to stay focused on the road as her words hit me like a blow to the chest. She was playing me, toying with me, and I couldn’t stop it. "I know," Brooke said, her voice dripping with sweetness. "He’s so good. You’ve got a keeper there." When she said that, she gave my cóck another firm squeeze, her fingers slick with my pre-cûm.

Asher Brooke’s laughter faded into an eerie silence. She stood before us, her lips curled into a mocking smile, her presence as menacing as the blood on Malia’s hands. “Well, isn’t this a touching reunion?” Brooke drawled, her gaze flitting between me and Malia. “The prodigal son and his… freak.” Malia stiffened beside me, but I placed a steadying hand on her arm. This was Brooke’s game—rattle us, bait us into making a mistake.

Brooke left the house with her tape, half-running, with one arm cradled under her bruised and tender breasts… she was going to look over the task list as soon as she got home; surely there had to be something on it that wouldn’t involve her poor tortured tits. Maybe she’d call Lila too… find out how many tasks she’d have to do to beat her friend… if she had many more like this she didn’t know how well she’d be able to handle it.

she smirked, putting her hands on her hip. "Well, if it isn't the Dick-sucker of the week," I smirk back. "Watch yourself, Blossom. You have no more weight around here thanks to me." "That's quite fine by me. You got all the weight now including those on your face and your thighs. You should start using the gym. Dick-sucking is only good for the jaws." Brooke looked like someone just punched her in the throat. Her cheeks went red and tears built up. She grunted and speed walk her way back to Hunter's office.

Brook immediately shifted into his gray wolf, leaving his clothes in shreds on the ground as I unconsciously pulled Amanda into my arms. The two animals battled on the group for close to five minutes before we saw no movement between the two. Brooke was on the ground while the rogue was on top of him, “ Brooke.” Amanda's terrifying voice broke the silence.” Brooke, are you okay?” She asked, making her way forward.” Brooke, are you okay?” She asked when a growl came from Brook's wolf followed by movement. The rogue fell off him, and Brookes's wolf got up from the floor. His eyes shifted from me to Amanda; blood was gushing out of his arm, and I could tell he wasn't feeling good.

Leilani “That’s a pretty necklace you have there.” Brooke said, gesturing at my neck, where my ruby pendant sat prettily against my skin. I glanced away from the sleek wheel of my BMW i8 to look at her with a smile. “Thanks. You know Neil loves seeing me wear pretty gemstones.” Then I whispered conspiratorially, “I think it’s a kink of his.” Brooke laughed, glancing out the tinted window of the passenger seat, resting her short blonde hair against the pure silver leather seat.

“She’s gonna be here with us for the next few weeks, so let’s try to make her feel at home.” I smile at Brooke appreciatively, then listen as she points around the table naming people off. I’m actually terrible with names, so I doubt I’m going to remember half of them. I’ve totally got the girls down, since there are only four, but the ten guys’ names have already escaped me. “Alright, you ready to conference with your pack?” Brooke asks after she’s finished introducing everyone. “For sure,” I nod. Brooke clicks around the screen with her mouse to connect the video chat, and moments later, I see Rico’s face on the screen set against the backdrop of the Denver hive.

Brook strained her eyes to see it clearer and gasped as she realised what it was. "Summer Ray, you lying b****." Brook screamed as she dove into the corner of the room. Her head hit the wall and she lay on the floor in an untidy heap. An eery whistle came from the other corner and Brook turned her head quickly to see the shimmering moon birthmark once again. She stood up, straightening her body as she dove once again into the other corner of her room. Her body hit the wall and with a loud thump, she landed on the floor.

“Robin is the ringleader, or maybe it’s her father. I can’t recall which one is worse.” “Really? Robin treats you badly?” Brooke raised a perfectly shaped eyebrow. “Badly is a nice word for it. She always turns her nose up at me, spreads false gossip, and she’s rude right to my face. She makes me feel worthless.” Her voice softened. “Which I guess I am.”

“My system commands zero requirement for a male partner. My perimeter contains loyal pack-friends. That data is more than sufficient to balance my biology. Is it not exceptionally liberating to navigate the wilderness single and completely unchained? Why would my internal wolf ever willingly invite a male to complicate the grid?” Listening to the disjointed ramblings of my intoxicated mind, Brooke found her tongue entirely trapped for a proper response. Her hands carefully draped a thick woolen travel cloak across my trembling shoulders, her palm maintaining a steady rhythm against my spine. Suddenly, her tracking vision caught a subtle distortion in the low-light shadows of a private booth