Emma And Hook Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“What if this fucker hooks up with some random underage girl and gives her my name. Then I’m on the hook for statutory rape.” “Calm down Jon,” Barry said. “As far as we know he hasn’t done anything of the sort.” “It’s just a matter of time, though,” Jonathon said. A husky laugh caught his attention. He didn’t even know why it registered on his radar, but it did. He didn’t think he had even heard her laugh before but the moment he heard it in the club, he knew it was her. Emma. “Fuck,” he breathed as she came into view.

“What is it?” “Do you know Summer?” “No,” I lied. “I don’t know her.” My hand tightened on the phone. Just hearing her name ignited a flash of memories in my head that I had tried my best to forget. The taste of her brown skin, soft dark curls, pillowy lips I could kiss— No. I wasn’t going there. “You’re such a terrible liar, Damon,” Emma snickered and continued, her voice serious, “She… well, something happened and I need you to be there for her for a night.”

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.

Emma’s heart hammered every time Jordan’s knee brushed hers or Alex’s fingers traced lazy circles on her bare shoulder under the strap of her thin tank top. She was ovulating. Horny as hell. And she had been fantasizing about this exact moment for months. “You two are quiet tonight,” Jordan said, tipping his glass toward them. His blue eyes fixed between Emma and Alex. “Something on your mind, Em?” Emma swallowed. The whiskey burned down her throat. “Just… thinking about fantasies. The kind that are forbidden.” Alex’s hand tightened on her shoulder. He already knew. They had talked about it in bed late at night her secret craving to be touched by both of them at once. He had listened, eyes d

Emma edged forward in the chair, hooked her fingers into my belt, and tugged me closer until there was no space left between us. “You are getting closer,” she breathed against my mouth. My hands tightened around her hips as I teased her lower lip with my tongue. Emma opened for me, meeting my kiss with the same hunger. Her arms wrapped around my neck, drawing me closer as her tongue tangled with mine. I lifted her easily, setting her on the table, stepping between her legs without breaking the kiss.

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?”