Fangs Of Fortune Fanfiction Novels & Stories

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.

She was tall with curly, jet-black hair, and smooth hazelnut colored skin. “Same dream?” she asked. “Yea. This must mean something,” I responded. “How are you holding up on... you know what?” “I'm okay for now, I think.” So, I'm a vampire. One of the last ones remaining. One is my girlfriend who I turned just because she asked me to, which I admit wasn’t the greatest idea. The other is the person that keeps appearing in my dreams. Being a vampire comes with a ton of benefits like enhanced speed, strength, healing, and senses. However, there's a major drawback, especially for a new vampire like Janea. The uncontrollable craving for blood.

Her fingernails had turned into claws and were digging deep into his back, while her hips slammed into him with unrestrained need. He felt her body tremble at each impact and her interior muscles start to clamp more tightly around his cock, an indication that she was close. “Yes, baby!” he encouraged her. The red tint in her eyes was more pronounced now and behind her parted lips he saw her fangs descend to their full length. Fascinated by the alluring sight, he growled like a beast and lowered his head, tilting it to the side to offer her his neck. Isabella’s breath hitched.

“I'm hungry.” That's Fang. Fuck. His fingers found my asshole and he dipped his thumb in. “Oh.” A sizzling sensation went around my body and it heightened when he dipped his index finger into my cunt. And then he began going in and out, my throat going hoarse from how many moans were spilling out of me. “Getting you nice and wet,” he drawled, “I want to have more of you to lick.” This man… His second hand stopped kneading my ass and he began rubbing circles on my clit.

Fang asks, his voice full of amusement. Did you see how she manhandled me? Took me to the ground like I was nothing, I grouse angrily. Yeah I did. I’m still hard from it. Goddess above, that was sexy as fuck. Especially with her naked on top of us. I wonder what it would take to get her to do that again. With both of us naked and on our bed, Fang basically purrs in my head. What the actual fuck, man?! You have a fucking sick twisted sense of lust, I say, trying for indignity, but also adjusting the boner in my pants.

I nearly whined but I couldn’t give him that satisfaction. *Give him whatever he wants!!! Oh please,* Fanny begged, panting. He lifted his hand in front of me and extended one finger, it quickly sprouted a claw. Our eyes met in the mirror and I was practically breathless with anticipation. But not fear. Whatever he was playing at, my body trusted him.

Fuck, why can’t I? A fiery surge burns through me, searing and unforgiving. I’m drinking her—gods, I’m drinking her. My fangs are buried deep within her, nestled right against that delicate wishbone of nerves. I’m pulling her into me with a force I can’t control, my tongue lapping at the tiny beads of blood that seep from her. My arms are locked around her thighs, holding her tight, as if she’s the only anchor keeping me from spiraling into the abyss. “Fenri,” I plead, come back…

Fangs: Alpha King Book 1 (COMPLETED) SYNOPSIS Born as the revered and respected daughter of Alpha Lester Fangs, Zane grew more and more domineering and proud. She had thought that as the only daughter of the alpha, her father would pass the throne to her. But the sudden appearance of another child, claiming to be her father’s child with his first love, became a problem. As the wedge between the two daughters grew, so as their hostility and the deep contrast of their characters shone.

The only catch was that she had pinned the blame for every vile thing she had done onto me, the victim, instead. Winona had always been the one who loved stealing things. She was the one who had stolen someone else's husband. In the beginning, the one Mom had planned to marry off to Kenneth in exchange for money was me. He had the money and the looks. To be fair, he was nothing like those typical rich old men. Aside from being 20 years older than me, no one had anything bad to say about Kenneth.

As I watched her ramble incoherently, I could help but think of the Cheryl in my memories, the one who always ordered me around and treated my feelings like they were nothing. This was the woman I'd given eight years of my life and all of my sincerity to. She was the fiancee I'd once waited in the rain for 12 hours straight, still foolishly fantasizing about our future together despite being delirious from a fever. "Start over?" I let out a short, mirthless laugh. From the inner pocket of my suit jacket, I pulled out a different piece of paper. I held it up in front of Cheryl's twisted, despairing face.