Foxy Bonnie Novels & Stories

I pulled out my tool bag, this time grabbing some meat sheers. "Haha, You.... think...you...can...break me... Alpha?" Bonnie coughs. "Oh, I don't have to break you. I'm just enjoying our visit, passing the time while Maddox receives something for me." Killian plays it coy. "Nothing you can find will make me talk." "We will see about that? Does the name Devin mean anything to you?" I smiled while twisting the sheers in my hand for extra dramatic effect. All the colour drains from Bonnie's face, but she remains calm and emotionless.

I try to suppress his rising storm but he has his narrowed emeralds adhered to his female who is mounting a dumbstruck Phobos like he is a tree which has me laugh aloud. Phobos gives in to her demands and swiftly rises to stand on his feet only to bend down and pick up the eager female who looks so tiny in his arms. "Up up." She bounces in his hold seeking to climb him even further and he gives her parents a look of puzzlement.

“With what? Told you we will talk.” “Not that and don’t bullshit me bitch. What’s up with the guy at Trust?” “He is a guy I know from somewhere.” “Doesn’t feel like so. Have you two banged?” “Tomboy got smashed?” Tim grins propping his elbows on the counter. “Just shut up Tim. This is a girl’s talk.” “Frankie shouldn’t be counted as a girl. She is a tomboy. Where is your cap by the way? Must admit you look good this way. You have great hair.”

“And please, do forgive my state of appearance. After seeing the rest of your apparel, it is quite clear my dear friend had all too much fun shopping for mine.” The joke has its intended effect, replacing the newly formed splinters of strain with relaxation as the lot of them chuckles at my expense. Who would have ever guessed a macabre vampire providing a placating calm? Certainly not me. While it seems Beau has lost his appetite, Bonnie only waits a polite, cursory minute before exploring the offerings of snacks. There are few bottled juices and a platter of assorted meats and cheeses. Her fingers hover above the tray before selecting a block of cheese and popping it into her mouth.

Opened it. Cold fog rushed in, kissing her naked skin. Goosebumps everywhere. The balcony was small—railing chest-high, city drop below. Streetlights glowed through the mist. A few cars crawled on the street far down. Windows across the way—some dark, some lit. A silhouette moved behind one curtain. Bonnie stepped out. Naked. Dildo still inside, thrusting slow now, controlled by the Honeyswarm. “Fuck,” she breathed. “This is insane.”

I wiped my face, glad I hadn’t done my makeup yet. “Are you nervous?” I asked. Damien nodded, not bothering to look up from his phone. Bonnie bursted into the room. The bright magenta of her dress was an eyesore. “Daddy, please zip my dress.” She was bouncing as she admired her reflection. “Hold still, Bonnie.” Damien was struggling. I imagined the zipper breaking and felt immediate guilt. Bonnie may have looked like she was imitating a certain purple dinosaur, but she was happy. “I can help.” I moved toward them.

"But prospects who don't have mates can have any of the Blood Dogs they feel comfortable with turn them." My mind wandered to when I'd thought about the possibility of Cyrus turning me. "Just keep your distance and see what happens," I told myself as we entered Bonnie's trailer. She put on her robe and started a pot of coffee. "Oh, I've got something for you," she added as she headed toward her tiny bedroom. "Bonnie, you've given me way too much already." "Well," she said as she walked back, carrying a bundle of black leather, "This is something you can't go another day without."

A large glass window stood at one side of the room. A tall woman stood by the window, her back to us. Her hair was in a ponytail, and she had a butterfly tattoo on her neck. I knew that body shape. It looked exactly like Monica’s. But it wasn’t Monica. It had to be Maureen. I’d been up close with Monica before, helped her zip her dress once. I’d seen enough of her body to know she didn’t have that tattoo. Unless it was somewhere I’d never seen, it wasn’t Monica.

As Darian begged on his knees, I didn't even bother to look up. I just kept stroking the trembling snow wolf pup in my arms. "Maeve, please..." Darian’s voice cracked with a sob. "I know Amara was behind the silver fox, that she cut herself at the clinic..." "I know everything," he wept. "Please forgive me. Give me one more chance." I finally lifted my head to look at him. "You think that's what I care about?"

It sounds right. “Tell me what you want, Faye,” I say as I stand up in front of her. She pants as she tries to touch me and I shake my head. Her eyes go wide as I stroke my cock. “Tell me what you want me to do to you, Faye,” I say and Bonnie looks at me as her fingers caress her nipple. “I want you to suck here,” she says. She pinches her nipple and I smirk, taking one step closer to her, taking her nipple into my mouth.