Forsaken Ao3 Novels & Stories

Damon weakly responded. "She is not my mate. She isn't meant for me," Theron added. "She is not my mate. She isn't meant for me," Damon echoed. "I reject her as my mate." "I reject..." "Say it, Damon! I reject her as my mate!" "I reject her as my mate!" "I reject her as my mate!" Mr. Theron repeated the phrase three times, and Damon dutifully responded, parroting everything Mr. Theron had said. Immediately following the rejection, Damon's head fell backward as he lost consciousness. Simultaneously, a loud cry resonated from beyond the library walls, causing Theron and King Talos to exchange glances.

Did he regret mating me? Or had been foolish from the very beginning to think I could find my place in this pack. I don't even want to think anymore cause I've tried so hard to make sense of the situation but nothing is working yet. Sometimes I think maybe I've been doing it wrong all along and what the goddess actually meant by making things right is revealing to them who I am so they can kill and completely wipe out our entire clan. But I'd that was it, there was no purpose of sending me back just to die again. These past weeks had been lonely and very frustrating, due to Wesley's betrayal if that's the right way to call it and April not even giving me a hard time. She told me to my face t

“Why have you called us?” Aria stepped forward. “I bring word of what we thought buried. The Root has risen. The Mouth was not the end—it was the beginning.” Many scoffed. Some growled. A few looked intrigued. Aria continued. “You’ve heard of Velmora. Some call it a myth. I tell you now, it breathes beneath the Wastes. I have seen its corruption. Lost warriors. Turned bloodlines. The Forsaken seek to wake it.” A low murmur swept through the gathered Alphas.

I don’t sleep with strangers. But because she looks like she won’t make it through the night unless someone does. And when I take her to my hotel-room… She comes apart like glass in my hands. One finger, then two. She’s all heat and need, lips parted around a sob she refuses to let out. I don’t kiss her. I don’t ask. I just give her the release she’s clawing toward like salvation. And when she shatters—writhing, gasping, clenching around me like I’m the only anchor she has left, head lolled back, hair stuck to sweat-damp skin—she looks like a goddamn angel ruined by war.

he says and that has me hard again and I want to fuck him. "Another round,” I say as I tlio him again and enter in that position. "I count myself lucky to have met you and Lysa in this lifetime,” I say as I fuck him senseless. The future is boundless and so, we will have many more. THE END

I’m living for it. The moment Gabe slides his swollen, salty flesh into my mouth, I am pushed to the brink. Right to the precipice of something almost alarmingly beautiful. My trembles increase and I become painstakingly aware of every pressure point in my body. My entire body weight rests on the place where I’m joined by Tobias, my clit pressing and rubbing on the base of his engorged flesh. Banks is so full, hurting me slightly with his ownership but in a way that I want. I want to feel like a corrupted virgin—I don’t care if that’s weird or wrong. I want to feel like a seductive vixen, too, and I’m getting that from Gabe. Tobias looks up at me with nothing short of hero worship, like I’m

Tears filled my eyes as they replayed in my head. “My brother was a disgusting pervert, an abnormal freak who had also been possessed by a demon of lust,” I said in a small voice. “He said those words over and over to me till it stuck in my head, as if they were directed at me.” My mind replayed the way I had felt whenever he had opened his mouth to say even a word. And I would feel it deep down inside of my chest. Aiden the disgusting, the pervert, the freak and the demon possessed.

FORBIDDEN FLAMES 3 ARIA’S POV I can’t stay away. The next evening, after closing the café alone, I drive straight to Serena’s house. Marcus is away on a three-day buying trip for new coffee beans. Exactly the perfect timing. My body has been on fire all day, my pussy throbbing with every shift of my thighs, my nipples aching against my bra from the memory of Serena’s mouth and fingers in the gallery last night. She brought me to the edge so many times, made me squirt on her tongue, then came on my face like I was her personal toy. But she stopped short of full release for both of us, whispering, “We savor the sin.” I’ve been dripping wet ever since, desperate for more.

Each gesture is subtle, yet obvious: a man clearly drawn to the woman before him, taking careful, patient steps to make his feelings known. I give it no thought, no consideration. All I hear is the same lie and empty promises Varyn once fed me, all to claim my body. I say to myself twice: Forsaken will kill me. And yet, each day, I picture what a ravaging test Rauth will be.

He was about to strike and through our bond I could feel just how afraid he was, because the forsaken was lowering his hand to claw at Tristan’s neck. “Mommy!” his painful scream tore at my heart and froze me, everything moving in slow motion from there on. The once blue red-ish sky that was signifying the start of a new day suddenly turned dark. There was thunder and lightning all over the sky and the ground beneath us shook. I could feel and taste the power that was all around us. A streak of light appeared behind the forsaken just before his head was torn clean from his shoulders, revealing a woman with obsidian eyes who immediately turned her back to us as she surveyed the creatures.