Novel & Cerita Fangs Of Fortune Fanfiction

he smirked. "Yes. And apparently you are not done with yours. You never are." I remarked coldly. He didn't even flinch. He instead laughed. "Always one for jesting my brother" he said to one of his whores and she giggled. "Leave. All of you" I ordered and Fang just sighed. He kissed one of them on the mouth, healed the neck of one of them who he had been feeding from and slapped the buttocks of the last one. "Wait for me in my chambers girls" he said flirtily.

Their movements seemed urgent…frenzied almost, and I traced my tongue over one Fang, piercing it and feeling the sweet tingling of pain distract me from the way my hands had tightened around the rose stem. We were all on edge lately…ever since our shadow mate first arrived at the fortress gates. Ever since I’d argued for her to be let in. A new, attractive woman to distract us from the lull of running the fortress had seemed like a good idea at the time. I wasn't so sure about that now. My talk with Ronan the other night was still playing on repeat in my head. Heck, I could even smell the grainy scent of the coffee maker the white wolf stalked over to after I’d turned to face him.

His hand went to my ass, lifting me off the ground while intentionally brushing his fingers into my wet folds. I whimpered, but he shook his head. “Focus, sugar lips. Don’t let anything distract you from marking me.” He said in a teasing voice as two of his fingers slipped inside my throbbing pussy. “Oh, Goddess!” I whimpered as he began finger-fucking me, but as much as I wanted to grind my hips on his assault, I didn’t. He told me we didn’t have time, so I had to mark him. With my arousal spiraling up and my love for him heightening, it didn’t take long before my gums itched and my fangs elongated.

Tell me you want me, too. Shaking her head, her eyes misted. He growled at her stubbornness. Then he nuzzled his cheek against hers, enjoying the delicate ivory fragrance she'd washed with, hoping she’d succumb to his advances. He ran his finger over her firm nipple. “I won't let Ragnar have you. We’ll return to the pack and then—” “No. He’ll kill you. I don’t want you for a mate. Don't you understand?” She tried to pull away from him, her voice heated with anger. “I don’t want you.”

The emotions in his eyes were hard to distinguish. but I didn't look further for answers, those beautiful hazel eyes, once I looked lovingly had lost it's beauty. He slowly got out of their bed, the girl whined for him to stay for little more. He came closer My heart sank. Mind blank as a canvas, on which was engraved the words I heard then: “I,Ethan Brown, the future alpha of the pack, reject you, Thalia carnell as my mate and Luna of this pack.”

"So he tested me like I was a product." "He confirmed what he already knew," Graves corrected calmly. "And as a result, you were written into his estate plan. Retroactively and irrevocably." Anya leaned back in her chair, the white walls around her suddenly too close. "He could've called," she said. "Written. Anything." Graves didn't answer. "He could've said something. Anything." Still nothing. "And now I'm supposed to believe this is his idea of a gift? A fortune I didn't ask for, tied in knots, handed to me by a stranger?"

Something flickered in his eyes—surprise, then something sharper. The girl who once knelt at his feet had bared her fangs. His jaw eased, as if amused. With a low hum, he shoved the wolf beside me aside and dropped into the seat at my side. Minutes later, his leg brushed mine. Again. Again. Each time I pulled away, his mouth curved darker, and he leaned closer. Finally, I had enough. I rose, the air in the lounge turning tense as I crossed to an empty seat in the corner.

Maybe that was why she wasn’t blessed with something as simple as soft lips. Worry and anger twisted inside me as minutes stretched on. I fought to pull myself back into the man I was supposed to be. Until the door swung open. I didn’t look up. I assumed it was a staff member or some random guest. Then I smelled vanilla. My head snapped up. Fiona. She stood in the doorway, hair messy from dancing, legs trembling beneath her. She wasn’t even steady. Her eyes sparkled beneath her mask—dazed, squinting, seductive.

Grave Groaning, I pulled the blonde closer, thrusting harder while she moaned beneath me, nails dragging down my chest. Her legs trembled around my waist, but it wasn’t enough. None of it was enough. Because she wasn’t her. Every damn time I closed my eyes, all I saw was Lyra Cross. Her mouth. Her attitude. Those dangerous fucking eyes. I knew we were playing a reckless game, but I couldn’t stop myself from wanting more. The girl was poison and danger, and it intrigued me. It’s only natural I love danger.

He thrust the single finger into her a couple of times before he added a second and then a third which caused her to jerk. When she opened her eyes to look at him, they were clouded with so much pleasures it reflected back his own. He drove his fingers into her over and over again as his mouth moved towards her mark. Knowing what he was about to do, she gripped him harder, her breathing laboured as she anticipated his fangs on her skin. Just as his fangs extracted, they heard a knock on the door. Her head fell back against the wall, a frustrating groan escaping from her lips. He would have laughed if he hadn’t felt the same frustration crawling at his guts.