Emma And Hook Fanfiction Romane & Geschichten

Emma hissed, bolting to her feet in shock. I shot my hand out to grab her wrist. “We never had sex!” I insisted. “Just…” I shook my head, swallowing. “I don’t know what’s happening, Emma. It’s like… like we can’t control ourselves around each other. Like we go feral.” There was a long silence, and I fully expected Emma to rip her hand away from mine and bolt out of the room. But she didn’t. Instead, with a sigh, she sank back down onto my bed. “You’re sure you’re siblings?” she asked. “You two don’t exactly look… similar.”

Then, as her hand molded the ridge of his jaw, the ebony eyes opened again to look down at her. Oblivious to the passing couples returning to their seats, Emma traced his masculine mouth, probing his lower lip's sensuous fullness. His teeth closed gently on the sensitive pad, and she stared at him, her body feeling strangely heavy. His hands tightened on her hips. "Come with me, lady". He rasped against her palm. She looked at him blankly, dazed by her need and the potent drug of his body. The black gaze seared her face. "Your friend is tied up with his blonde. He won't notice. We could go to my place. Or a motel if you prefer to go there.

* Emma smiled secretly, pressing her thighs together as another trickle of cum escaped the plug. Her risks were getting bolder. Her belly was growing heavier. And her addiction to this double life showed no signs of slowing down.

He was determined to have his way, and the sooner she realized she was fighting a losing battle, the better it would be for her. Staring at him with hooded eyes, she watched as he made his way downward. Hooking his arms around her thighs, he swung them over his shoulder, after getting rid of her lacy red thong. Securing her in place, he slicked his index finger over her aching bud. A delicious wave of current cruised through her body then, traveling all the way to the edge of her toes. Noticing her reaction, Jamie repeated the action once again, but this time, Emma found herself wanting for more. “You like that, don’t you?”

"In the dark. In the woods. Without your phone, which has been sitting on your nightstand buzzing with texts from Ethan all night." She stepped closer, the scent of her mint tea clashing with the musk clinging to my hoodie. "You're a terrible liar, Emma. Truly. You have Luca Carter's scent all over you, and you have that look in your eyes—that 'I just got away with it' look. But you didn't." She leaned in, her voice dropping to a jagged whisper. "I told you what would happen if you kept playing this game. I told you I wouldn't let you do this to Hannah. So, tell me, Emma... was the 'walk' worth what’s about to happen next?"

Emma didn’t ask why he said that or what was wrong, she simply took two steps closing the gap between them, then she hugged him tightly, “Everything will be fine, believe me,” Emma said. Caleb felt worst, she must have thought that he had a past that made him say those words. But that was not the case, she love this mating bond they feel because it is what she feels for him, but his case was different as he loved the mating bond because it helped him infiltrate into this pack, but was that the case now?

What the hell? ”What do you mean hook up?” I rolled my eyes while looking outside. “It’s fine Elijah, as if I care.” ”What do you mean it’s fine? And what hook up you were talking about?” ”Oh, so you’re gonna deny it now?” I turned to him. His face is getting red because of whatever he’s feeling. ”Why? Cause the mark in your neck is gone? That’s why you’re too confident to deny it now?” ”What the fuck are you talking about, Emma?”

Hot and sticky. They stayed there panting. Bodies slick with sweat. The drug still humming in their veins. Making everything feel hazy and addictive. Damon looked down at her. His expression intense. “This changes everything. You are mine now.” Ava’s heart raced. Reality started creeping back in. Emma. The party upstairs. The massive mistake they had just made. But as Damon leaned down to kiss her again. Slow and deep. She knew she was already hooked. Staying away was no longer an option.

Caroline cast her gaze between the two ladies, a sly grin tantalizing her lips. "You two are acquainted? How delightful. This is the person my son foolishly married, Ema, sweetheart. Meet Ema, the future Luna of this pack and Bruce's true mate, Amelia." It seemed to Amelia that there was no longer any ground beneath her feet. She turned to Ema, looking for traces of the warmth and friendship that had once characterized their relationship on her friend's face.

Emma lifted her hand and gently placed my fingers back on her neck like she was daring me. “You can try again,” she whispered, eyes glittering. “If you need further confirmation.” She waited for a beat, but I couldn't do anything. My hands remained slack around her neck as I stared at her in absolute shock. This wasn't the sweet, innocent, and docile Emma that I knew. This was a witch, a demon in a skin. When I didn't do anything, she pushed my hands away and sat up, smoothed her robe, and looked down at me like I was already beneath her.