Fantastic Four Stories Novelas e Histórias

I clutched my knees and stared at the floor. Phoenix didn’t say anything at first. I knew he was shocked, but he hid it well. He rubbed a hand over his face before finally looking at me, his eyes softer than before. “Finley already told me. Yeah, it’s an anomaly. Almost unheard of—for a wolf to have more than one mate. Four? That’s insane. But…” He trailed off, like he was weighing his words.

I stood frozen just inside my bedroom door, the lock clicking shut behind me like the final seal on my damnation. Victor lay sprawled on my pink sheets like a conquering king...completely naked, his powerful body glistening with a light sheen of sweat. That massive cock, the one I’d fantasized about for four brutal years, stood thick and angry in his fist. Heavy veins pulsed along the shaft as he stroked it slowly, spreading the steady drip of precum from the fat, purple head down over his balls.

EMMA I lay there in a sweaty, sticky heap between Sarah and Jake, my body buzzing and my pussy still fluttering from the endless orgasms. The sheets beneath us were soaked. Jake’s cock rested heavy against my thigh, still semi-hard and slick with our combined juices. Sarah’s hand lazily traced circles on my stomach, her full breasts pressed against my side.

Between dealing with an asshole all day and holding my breath when I go home, hoping my landlord doesn’t come over to demand the rent balance, this is the only time I feel any semblance of peace. The fact that my boss is the subject of my imagination is troublesome, but if I don’t scribble inappropriate fantasies, I will end up drawing cartoon pictures of him dying all sorts of horrible deaths. I hate to wish ill on anyone, even my worst enemies. I’m in the middle of writing what would happen if I accidentally dropped a pen in his office and bent down to pick it when I hear footsteps. Rhys stops in front of my desk just as I use a folder to conceal my notebook. “We need to talk.”

With one final grimace in my direction, Rowan wrapped his arm around her shoulders and swept her out of the building. My head was already hurting, and it had nothing to do with the rising din of voices around me. Just a few hours ago, I was a human living in suburbia with a family who treated me like a servant—not a fantastical creature from a storybook who was the center of attention. And just a few hours ago, I had one boyfriend, Daniel. Even if he cheated on me with my stepsister, there was only one. Not three “mates”. “Four,” the voice in my head corrected me. “You have four mates, although the fourth isn’t here tonight. I wonder who he could be…”