Fourth Wing Spicy Pages Novels & Stories

“Don’t act like you don’t want him.” “I…shut up.” I covered my face. “Stop reading my hormones.” She laughed. “Okay but honestly…who do you like? Out of the four.” I pouted. “I don’t know. And I don’t want to choose. Would I be a hoe if I wanted all four?” She laughed… then stopped. “You’re serious.” I nodded slowly. “I want all of them.” Silence. Then she whispered, “You’re trying to start a war..”

Opening my mouth to say the safe word I'm stopped, his hand strikes again, a moan escaping my mouth as I grip the table. "Four." Fuck even attempting to say it, this is too good not to enjoy, his hand hits a final time and I feel the wetness building between my legs "Five" His hands grab me and spin me around to face him. "See, now Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious is not a safe word, a real one please." My mind begins thinking of a safe word. "Okay, how about cactus." I don't even know where that came from, but there it is, cactus, he looks almost amused at my suggestion but doesn't decline it.

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…”

"Tell him, Maya. Tell him who owns that pussy." "Drax owns it! You own me!" I screamed, my voice echoing in the empty shop. "Liam, look at me! Look at what a real man does to me!" Drax was relentless. Every thrust was a statement of dominance, a brand being burned into my soul. I was a mess, my head tossing back and forth against the glass, my fingers clawing at the window frame. The friction was building into a volcanic surge, the heat inside me reaching a boiling point.

It’s like a stare competition across the dinner table, and somehow Mia never seems to notice. Everyone was back home, and the throbbing began. Chloe can’t shake her spicy morning with Damien from her mind. Every replay came with a sharp electric surge throughout her body, and every surge caused a drip from her throbbing folds into her panties. Damien has noticed a few unusual movements from Chloe, and it’s not like Chloe has been his best fuck, but something is exciting about the forbidden nature of their relationship.

Fuck ...The sight of Claire’s tongue sliding into Jessica’s mouth, combined with the way Jessica’s tight pussy clenched around his cock, was too much. “Fuck…” Riven growled, his eyes locked on them. He gripped Jessica’s hips bruisingly and pounded up into her with deep, powerful strokes, using her body while enjoying the show. The wet sounds of Claire devouring Jessica’s tits and mouth mixed with the obscene slap of skin on skin was so fucking hot that it finally pushed him over the edge.

" They hopped in their car and peeled out, leaving me alone outside the venue. The wind bit into me. I tugged my coat closer and waved down a cab home. All my stuff had been thrown outside, dumped across the doorstep like garbage. The maid looked sorry as she said, "Mr. and Mrs. Swain told me you have to leave and never come back." I didn't charge in to yell at them. I just packed up quietly, then walked away with my things. That very night, I got on a plane out of town, heading to a hidden research base run by the National Space Agency. Just before I left, I texted everyone, "I, Wanda Swain, am officially done with the Swains for good and by choice."

Damascus had pulled his own hand to his chest and rubbed the spot lightly. He wasn’t sure why, but the feeling was more than just a case of static electricity. Damascus looked at Amara and wondered if there was something more to his wingless angel that met the naked eye.

But even with the polished branding and ethereal filters, the cracks were showing. Her latest post was a picture of pale hands clasped over a candle jar. The label read “WILT” in soft script. The caption below it: They all take until there’s nothing left of you. Then they blame the ash. I stared at it for a beat, then took a screenshot and dropped it in the shared folder Makayla had set up for evidence. One more entry in the spiral.

It never did. The back hallway of Red Velvet reeked of cheap cologne and smoke. The bass from the main stage thumped through the walls like a second heartbeat. Milo leaned against the wall near the staff exit, one foot propped up, cigarette dangling between his fingers, its ember glowing like a tired eye. Ozzy was pacing. “I’m telling you, man,” Ozzy muttered, low and bitter, “I didn’t like it. Burning the whole place down with the girls inside? That’s a waste. Luis could’ve at least saved one or two...”