Elle Brooke Rimming Novels & Stories

So what the halter framed her breasts like they were an offering, and left part of her back and all of her arms exposed. She took a deep breath and geared herself up as best she could, trying to quell the nerves that were threatening to overcome her. "Open that door Kerryanne and stop being such a freak. You can't hide in here forever." She was getting better at talking herself into action, something she'd had to learn in the last few months or she'd never get anything done. Hopefully, today would be one of those overcast days Silver Springs was known for, and people would stay inside. Her stomach was a jumble of nerves as she turned the knob, preparing to face whatever was awaiting her out

Unmuting the call, I said, “Hello, sorry for the wait.” “Oh, no biggie. Alice, right?” Her informality took me a little by surprise. I matched her informal tone. “That’s me and you are the future luna of Blue Crescent, correct?” Brook wrinkled her nose. “Yeah, that’s what they call me, but can you please just use my name - Brook. I know you all think of it as some kind of honor, but honestly, it just makes me feel like a trophy girlfriend or something.” And it was wordy, I thought with a grin. Before I could tell her no problem, someone on her end said loudly, “You all? Did you forget you’re one of us again, Brookie? Really, you’re going to hurt my feelings!”

She is always buying a new one. Brooke pulled out a small off white bikini with strings to tie the bottoms and the top. When she began to undress, I noticed that she seemed to pay no attention to the fact that anyone could see in if they were near. Although, They would have to see through the trees. She dropped the sundress she was wearing and was left in only her bra, panties, and painted toes. Brooke has an adorably cute figure. She is almost 5' 4" with shoes on. She is thirty two, but many have commented that I have robbed the cradle. I apparently look my thirty four, but Brooke doesn't look a day past mid twenties. She has a very defined curve to her butt that has never gone unnoticed. H

Brooke looked away. I noticed immediately. "So we are making progress." His head snapped back. "I said nothing." "Exactly." I stepped closer. "You are suddenly very quiet." His nostrils flared. I lifted the rod. The guards tensed. Brooke stared at it. Then at me. "You would not dare." I smiled. The rod came down. Crack. The sound echoed across the training ground. Brooke hissed through his teeth. The strike landed across his thigh. Not enough to injure seriously.

The gray wolf lunged into the trees. Big mistake. I shifted midstride, the transformation ripping clothes and boots. Brook burst through the trees like a nightmare waiting to happen. The she-wolf ran blindly between the trees, whimpering. Brook hunted silently. No growls, no snarls, just the sound of massive paws hitting the earth behind her. Getting closer and closer and closer– Brook slammed into her from the side, crushing her into a tree trunk. The impact split bark apart with a thunderous crack.

“They promise they'll bring as much peanut butter and mainland goodies as they can fit in their suitcases.” “Mmm, peanut butter,” Brooke said as she walked past me with her arms full of chum buckets. She somehow made carrying bloody fish look sexy. Some days I hated Brooke. She was possibly the most beautiful person I had ever met. Tall, with legs that stretched into infinity, she also had perfectly sculpted abs and a megawatt smile. The thing was, she knew she was gorgeous, but she only used the advantage at the bars. She was also one of the nicest people I knew, and my best friend and roommate on the island.

Minutes later, Brooke arrived, wearing that same irritating grin. “Look who we have here,” he said smoothly. “You look stunning, as always.” “I’ll go straight to the point, Mr Brooke,” I said. “You will cancel the announcement you made. You know Emily isn’t the blue wolf, and the consequences go far beyond her.” I watched him closely and noticed the slight twitch of his jaw. “I’ll marry you in return,” I added. “But you must not challenge Zayne. Not now. Not in the near future. Do we have a deal?”

If Brodie wasn't careful, he'd find himself at the end of a dueling pistol before long. The moment Rosalind left him alone, Brock skirted around the groups of guests, his eyes seeking only one face within the crowd. He chanced running into Lennox and his friends by opening the door to the dining room. Several gentlemen, Lennox included, milled about a sideboard table, filling teacups. Brock stifled a snort. The small blue-and-white patterned cups in their hands looked ridiculous. Tea was fine enough, but Brock wouldn't be caught drinking from so dainty a cup, at least not here. He began to withdraw from the room after failing to spot Joanna, but someone called his name.

The fire in him burns steady now, no longer a threat but a force I can trust. Brook is behind me, his silvery-blue wings broad and curved like waves in mid-crash, his hands already glowing with icy water, ready to defend. Permiton’s wings shimmer with shifting light, like the veil between realms. He stares through the barrier, not at the soldiers, but beyond them, once again seeing more than what’s visible.

And standing before her, Rafael forces her to confront the most painful question of all: if he is guilty, why does her heart still choose him? Brinks — “She’s on the Edge” is a gripping modern dark romance of power, betrayal, and survival. It explores the fine line between love and destruction, and the cost of trusting someone who might be your undoing. Caught between vengeance and vulnerability, Diana McCoy is a woman pushed past her limits — and what she does next will change everything. *************