Erotis Novels & Stories

I approach cautiously, trying not to disturb her slumber. Curiosity gets the better of me, and I glance at the computer screen in front of her. The document displayed on the screen is titled "Fragrance of Love." My heart skips a beat as I realize that this must be the copy of the book she was working on, the one named after the scent of Tuberose. Could it be that Ema is Tuberose?

Eros growled, his balls tightened as he felt his walls clench around him, “Rose—Rosetta,” he grunted, his voice thick with lust as he poured his seed into her, his fingers still moved inside her ass as he came fully, this thick semen began to slid down her legs, his body shuddered with the force of his cum. They stayed like that for a moment, panting and clinging to each other as the world around them faded away. Eros rested his forehead against hers, his breathing slowly returned to normal as he pulled out of her, his fingers left her ass with a soft pop.

Just then, my phone rang before I could light into Mancini. “Lyon, I’m returning your call.” “Track, where are you guys? What’s up?” “We’re in the desert.” “What fucking desert?” “Sahara.” “What dafuq! What are you doing there?” “We came to pick up a plant for the girls.” “What plant?” My eye started twitching. “Calotropis Procera.” “Cali, who what? What dafuq does she want with that?” “I’m not sure, but I’m almost certain it’s illegal in the US, but since we’re on the island….”

She closed her eyes, letting herself feel it, unsure why it made her pulse race or why her chest seemed to swell with longing. She thought she knew the signature, the rhythm of it. She thought she understood the way it made her body respond. But she didn’t. All she knew was the name that echoed in her mind, whispered in the quiet spaces between her breaths: Eris. She had no idea she was wrong. Her stomach flipped. Not from fear — not exactly. But from the weight of something she couldn’t name yet. A connection pulling tight inside her. A thread stretching across realms, deeper than sex or dreams or even love.

“What’s in it?” Erin smirked, though there was something guarded in her expression. “Frostbloom essence. It's rare, but effective. You can either drink it or burn your throat out with that fever. Your choice.” Frostbloom. He recognized the name—a potent herb known for its ability to heal toxins and poison. He narrowed his eyes, studying Erin. "You know your herbs." “More than just herbs,” she replied, her lips tight. “But that’s not important right now.”

gurgled the owner while grabed her cell phone, searched for the flat object that had been ringing earlier. “Green Elira Natusha, are you sleeping?” asked the voice calling. Green really wanted to curse the caller, she lookod at the name on phone screen written there “Cherry Blossom.” Exactly, only that woman dared to make a phone call at this early time. With hoarse voice, Green answered Cherry question. "Don't you have a watch, Cher?" “Haha sorry, my watch doesn't work anymore, Green.” Cherry answered the question with a soft chuckle.

My name is Alexandria Rivers. I am 17 years old. I am the daughter of Joyce & Edward Rivers, Beta's to Alpha Brian Jackson of the Green Wood pack. My brother, Tyler Rivers, is best friends with the future Alpha Mason Jackson, and also next in line to become Beta. Alpha Brian and Luna Samantha have always been very kind to me. Mason and I began dating in middle school, and Luna Samantha has been teaching me how to be a Luna, in case Mason and I are mates. I finally get to shift and find my mate in 1 week. I'm really hoping Mason is my mate. My mother says that with the mate bond, you can feel what she described as "Sparks" when you touch your mate. Mason and I have both noticed a tingling sen

I took another step back, almost stumbling over my stilettos "You can't b-be here" He scoffed "This isn't private property El, that means I can be here" He stepped closer, his long legs eating up the space between us. He was close enough for me to get a whiff of his scent, it was still the same, Musk and spice. I felt my stomach tighten, my panties becoming damp. Fuck! How can he turn me on with just his scent? I saw his eyes trail over my face, stopping on my lips before dipping down to my cleveage.