Forbidden Heat Novels & Stories

The sweaty stench of him filling my nose. "Miss Voss" he said in a low voice that vibrated against my clit. "We need your help. We're looking for books for a research. On how to handle big equipments." Jax stepped up beside him giving me a wink. Eyes dragging across my full chest that pushed up against my cardigan. Looking as if he could see my bare boobs under them. "The type of equipment that stretches someone out, you know? You got any recommendations? Or should we demonstrate?" Jax added with a wink.

My fingers are ice-cold, a stark, sickening contrast to the burning heat radiating from him. I try to yank my hand back, my instincts screaming at me to preserve the sanctuary of my hate, but his grip is absolute. He isn't just holding me; he’s shackling us together. Shared Heat. The term from the archives flashes in my mind like a warning light. It’s not a romantic bond; it’s a survival mechanism. Two souls acting as a single grounding wire for a power that shouldn't exist in a four-year-old boy. "Mommy! Mommy, it’s too hot! Make it stop!"

Goddamn him. I slide a hand under the blanket, my heart racing like I’m doing something forbidden. Which, I guess I am. But it’s more than that. This isn’t innocent. Not even close. I know what I’m doing. I know who I’m thinking about. And I know he wouldn’t approve. Which makes it worse. And better. My fingers find that aching heat between my legs, and I suck in a breath, shivering at how wet I still am. He barely touched me. Barely. But I’m soaked like he’s still there, whispering in my ear, dragging his teeth over my skin.

"Just one thing." "What?" "What's your favorite meal?" He blinked, clearly not expecting that question. "What does that matter?" "If I'm going to be your Luna for whatever time I have left, I should probably know something personal about you." I managed a small smile. "Unless you prefer to eat alone always." For just a moment, his harsh expression softened slightly. "Venison stew," he said quietly. "With herbs from the mountain meadows." "I'll remember that." Alpha Damon stared at me like I was some kind of puzzle he couldn't solve. "Garrett will show you to your rooms," he said finally. "Tomorrow we'll discuss the mating ceremony details."

“No worries at all, darling. Take your time.” Her footsteps faded down the hall. I sagged against the counter, Derick’s cum still warm and thick as it slowly trickled down my inner thighs. The sight of my flushed, well-fucked reflection in the mirror made fresh shame twist in my stomach , right alongside another pulse of unwanted heat between my legs.

Forbidden Fantasies

Something dangerous. "Is that what you think?" His voice is quieter now. That's worse. That's so much worse. "You think I cleared the penthouse so I could force you?" "I think you're an Alpha who's used to getting what he wants." "I am." He takes a step toward me. Just one. "And what I want is for you to survive the next forty-eight hours. Your body is crashing, Arielle. The Heat isn't just uncomfortable—it's dangerous. If your temperature keeps climbing, if your cycle keeps escalating unchecked after years of chemical abuse, you could have a seizure. Organ failure. Cardiac arrest."

When she lets go of me again she looks like something happened. "What about the proposal?" She asks and remembers me. Is it maybe early? I'm afraid she says no. "I'm not sure..." "What do you mean by your not sure, Hudson?" Kerem asks unhappily. "I don't want to make a big proposal for nothing. What am I going to do if she says no?" I overthink it. "She never stopped loving you, Hudson." Kerem says. "Umm... And have you forgot that she has a child with you?? Of course, she's saying yes!" Defne adds and we all chuckle.

it is the him who is standing with a red face not because of some shyness but because of his rate of anger issues is at its highest peak. I thinkI am gone.

"I don't think that is the case, President. Because if her magical energy came from the necklace then she isn't a Stimulated. But if the necklace is not where her magical energy is coming from then where?" There was a brief silence between the two men. They are both thinking of about the posibilities that came to their minds. "Then if her magical energy is not coming from her necklace... that means there is a posibility that her necklace is a seal." The Organization President spoke in a low voice. Mr. Ambrose thought that that posibility might be true, but why would someone try to seal their magical energy? Mr. Ambrose never heard of a case when a Stimulated person sealed his or her own magi