Flynn Rider Smolder Novels & Stories

Ryder sat back on the floral sofa, his massive frame making the furniture look like a toy. His blue eyes were fixed on Ruth-Ann, watching the way her chest heaved under her modest blouse. Every breath she took made her heavy breasts bounce slightly, and Ryder's cock gave a jolt so violent it made his vision swim. "Come on, don't be shy. Tell me," Ryder urged, his voice dropping into a smoky, intimate register that made the hair on Ruth-Ann's arms stand up.

“Ryder. Caden. Jaxon. Sons of Alpha Thorne. You have hurt her. You have protected her. You have feared her. You have desired her. And now… will you claim her? Will you accept the bond, with all its burdens and its boundless gifts?” Ryder stepped forward first, his movements fluid and graceful, yet imbued with a newfound gravitas. His eyes, usually dancing with mischief, were now utterly serious, locked onto mine with an intensity that stole my breath. His voice, typically laced with charm, was rough with raw emotion, a gravelly confession that resonated deep within my soul. “I was the fool who mocked the fire without seeing it would be the flame that warmed me. I was blind, Amara. Blind to y

Jake Calder—Lakeside senior, valedictorian, dark skin, locs tied with cedar cord, earth-green eyes, 6'3" and built like he could bench-press the lake—stood with a stunned grin. Linden Sage—Lakeside senior, quarterback’s older sister, auburn hair braided with lake reeds, storm-gray eyes, lightning in her smile—laughed so hard she almost dropped her pom-poms. The bonfire roared higher on its own, reshaping into a four-headed coyote. Remy killed his YZ’s throttle. Silence fell louder than any roar. He stepped forward, fire bowl in both hands—cedar, sweetgrass, lake water at midnight.

And that is why they come with those frayed edges and scratches, because to me what counts is a steady rhythm of love within their hearts. “Hey, wait up.” Flynn held her arm with one hand, planted the other on the table, and rose to his feet. He leaned in, giving her his smoldering look and the devilish smirk he always put on his lips whenever he was up to no good. “ have an idea to help you with —err, our thing. You see—”

Nathanial crouches beside me, taking the knife from my hand, and he presses the tip beneath Flynns’ chin. “Don’t worry, it will all be over shortly. I bet you thought you had won the fucking lottery after my girl turned 18, didn’t you?” He grabs Flynns’ greasy hair and yanks his head back. Flynn smiles, showing off his blood-stained teeth with his eyes glistening under the white light dangling from the ceiling. “I’ve seen her naked many times and jerked myself off to the images embedded in my mind. She has a mole just under her left breast and-”

Warmth seeps through the thin wool, steady and alive, anchoring me more than I want to admit. Across the room, Tom sees us. His jaw tenses, eyes sharpening into something cold and flat, while Riley’s gaze lingers, mouth twisting slightly before she masks it with a polite smile. The photographer’s attention pivots, cameras snapping. Flynn leans slightly toward me, voice brushing my ear, low and teasing. “Smile,” he murmurs, his breath stirring loose strands of my hair. “I’m the lucky one here.” My breath stutters, heart skipping so hard it almost hurts. But somehow, I do smile and the shutter clicks capture it, his dark suit against my black satin, our heads closer than necessary, the soft su

she whispered She looked ahead when she saw the white stallion gallop towards them, the rider's cloak spread behind him, his veiled helmet only showed his eyes that now blazed with rage trained on the final rider. “No one touches my woman,” he said his voice as cold as the night that now surrounded them. Yet they sent a strong spark of pleasure through Layana. The moment the words had left his lips another flash of lightning struck the final rider. The smell of burning followed and Declan sent another strike at the Crawler, frying him where he stood as the strong smell of burnt flesh mixed with the fetid stench of the Crawler. Layana covered her nose as Declan jumped off his horse, rushing t

The third report contained evidence that Johanna had been sending her intimate photos and videos with him to Darcy all along. Frank looked through each report, every one of them a physical proof that Darcy had been hurt. How could Darcy possibly continue to stay by his side after going through something like this? Unable to suppress his anger and regret any longer, he smashed the glass of water on his table vehemently against the ground. The subordinate next to him, Mike Turner, was so frightened he began to tremble. Frank's expression was cold and stormy. "Keep putting more effort into the search for Darcy. I have to find her no matter what."

I pull it out slow and place it between my lips. I take the old lighter from my pocket, it is silver, engraved with the wolf. I flick it and flame jumps bright. I bring it close. The tip glows red when I inhale deep, smoke fills my lungs and it burns perfect. I close the case with a sharp snap. Set it back on the desk exactly where it was. The first drag tastes like victory. Like power, like tomorrow’s blood. Somewhere out there a man is waking up to the fact that his daughter now carries my name burned into her flesh.