Fourth Wing Romance Novels & Stories

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April felt her body coiling tighter and tighter with each wild thrust, a high keening scream leaving her lips as the sensations Adrastus caused within her raced towards an invisible finish line. ¨Come with me baby!¨ Adrastus yelled as his cock swelled inside her and then April was flying, soaring through clouds in her mind as her body exploded, and Adrastus chased her release with his own, holding onto her tightly as she spiraled on the back of a dragon, among the ancient mists overlooking the dragon's valley they soared together, one heartbeat, three minds ruling all they could see if that was a dream April wanted. Suddenly sleepy, April found herself pulled against Adrastus warm chest, the

“Perhaps her depiction of the perfect romance will offer insight into figuring out who this person is.” Nikki grimaced when she heard the name Verna Ravenway. It was the name of a popular romance writer who had amassed a cult following online, but no one knew who she was. She sighed as she realized the two girls were probably not talking about her but about some ridiculous fantasy they had concocted due to the overconsumption of romance novels.

It’s just… I look at the words on my skin once more, so Phoenix covers it up with his hand again. Everybody in the shifter community thinks it. It doesn’t matter if the wound will go away or not. Everybody already knows it. “It’s not true,” Phoenix growls. “Why else would I have four mates?” I ask, casting my gaze downward. “If I’m not…” If I’m not a slut. I can’t say the words, but I can think them.

A coy grin played on her lips which brushed his rims, softly, delicately, like butterfly wings, just long enough that he could inhale her breath, feel the warmth of her skin, and dive into the sea of passion. Anthony said with a broadening smile, "I want to hold you close so that I can feel the beat of your heart very close to mine. The cool breeze of a mid winter morning from the window, gentle with trickling rain all at once is making the atmosphere mirthful. The red blazing fire from the fireplace is soothing. Only thing I can wish for at that moment is to fall asleep in your arms for eternity. This canoodle is special. You fit into my embrace like a glove and your kiss is like the beatin

Trysts of all sorts were happening within the rocky walls of the underground. Men and women, some with wings, tails, or horns, were tangled in one another on the day beds. Beneath the hum of the music sounds of passion and pain could be heard. A heat swept across my face as I locked eyes with a male draped across one of the beds. Another male, this one with delicate wings unfurling from his back, entered him from behind. His gaze swept along my mates and I hungrily, a drunken smile slithering across his face.

Red-tinged fury swiftly built to an inferno behind that sky-blue gaze, as if hell itself were burning in the heavens. “Damn you,” she seethed. “This is my choice! Not yours! You don’t get to tell me what I want.” “Damn me all you like,” he grunted. “I’m still not taking you like that. Not for our first time.” She sobbed with defeat, her head falling back to the bed as she brought her arms up, curling them over her face. They were both hot and sweaty when she came for the fourth time, her arms falling limply to the bedspread, her body finally quieting as Razl crawled higher onto the bed and stretched out beside her. He lay on his side, facing her, memorizing the way she looked lying there all

"Yes. My dove." She lifted her hips to meet his thrusts as a fire built, her muscles tightened and her heart raced. "Yes! Now!" She tipped her hips up to him faster as he thrust into her deeply, pushing her over the edge as she screamed out her passion. She watched as his wings spread out wide and he threw back his head in a growl that built into a roar as he thrust quickly a few times then held him self in deeply as he shuddered. He drew out to thrust in again and she can feel his cock pulsing with in her.

The young woman sitting by me stopped her game and watched me rant in astonishment. When I ran out of angry words, she clapped her hands in succession, and it echoed in the silence. "Well said, Princess, but I think someone lied to you, just like they lied to some of them over there," she said, pointing to a point in the room's corner. "Over there in the blue dress is Princess Kit of the Blue Brook Pack. She was given away as an alliance gift to the Lycan King and found herself as a slave here the very next day. Following her is Princess Yvette from the distant pack region of the werecats. She was told that she was to be matched with the Lycan Prince. She has not gotten over the deceit that

The car was silent for almost a minute before Anthony started to speak. “The fourth rule shall be; us displaying public affection but being ourselves in private.” “PDAs? Like what?” “Hugging, holding hands, and kissing.” I almost choked on my spit at the last thing he said. He wanted to actually do romantic things in public, with me. “K-kissing?” Anthony nodded with a look as if I was supposed to know about the rule. “We will need to do those things in public to deceive people. People on social media are smart, babe. They can sense bullshit from just posting one word. I said this before, Sandy. So, yes. The fourth rule will be; romance in public, friendship in private.”