روايات وقصص ضمن Frozen Desire: The Rebel's Alien Mate

He was going to the party. Not out of defiance, exactly — though there was certainly a thread of that woven through it. Mostly, it felt like something smaller and more personal than rebellion. A test, maybe, of whether he could hold onto pieces of his own life even while loving someone as consuming as Mathew Volkov. A test of whether *loosening up his controlling behaviour a little*, as Rile had put it, was something they could actually build together, rather than something Silius simply had to accept as the cost of being loved by him.

That would be disastrous. 'Don't worry. This is only physical. We still hate him. We will always hate him.' 'I don't want to feel this... this lust.' Amelia said to Freya and Freya sighed. 'I know. But you will, because he is your mate. Our mate.' 'I hate him. He is- he is sick and insane.' Amelia said as Colton's hands slid down her back and grabbed her ass tighter and he pulled her towards his hard, throbbing arousal and ground against her soft body. He groaned softly and she hated herself even as she let out a moan.

"You're torturing me" "I told you, Serenity," I whispered back to her, my free hand cupping one of her breasts. Her nipples hardened and I smiled wickedly. "I'm crazy about you. I want you so bad, so bad that it drives me crazy just setting my eyes on you. But since I can't make that happen yet, I can only do this" I flicked my hands over her hardened nipple and she moaned, arching her back forward. "What if I find my mate?" she whimpered. "It would be impossible for me to part with you"

When I thought self-denial was maturity, when I believed love meant never asking for more. Daniel never yelled. He didn’t slam doors. He didn’t cheat in the traditional sense, but he did something worse. He made me feel small without raising his voice. Invisible without walking away. Tame without ever touching me. I remember once — maybe a year before things cracked — I asked him if he still desired me. He looked up from his emails and said, “Of course. You’re beautiful.” “That’s not what I asked.” He sighed. “Ariana, desire changes. It evolves. It’s not about fire. It’s about foundation.”

I leaned back, needing space, needing air, but every nerve in me screamed for the opposite. The silence between us was thick, alive, until I broke it with the only weapon I had left, words. “You know what I think? I think you like this too much. The chase. The forbidden. The tension. Maybe Olivia was right about you.” He didn’t even blink. “And what did she say?” “That you only want what you can’t have.” His gaze dropped, blatant, scorching, to my lips, then dragged back up to pin me. “Then she was wrong. Because what I want is sitting right in front of me. And I’m not letting her go.”

Clark Anderson. My blood froze. Someone had reported us. And tomorrow… I was going to be interrogated about Clark. The screen blurred as fear crashed through me. This wasn’t a kiss anymore. This wasn’t desire or tension or forbidden heat. This was danger. And whoever reported us… Was trying to destroy me.

The contrast of the freezing wall against my bare back and the searing, localized fever of his skin was a volatile, addictive friction that completely shattered my remaining sanity. The forbidden chemistry of the mate bond exploded beneath my skin like a live wire. Every cell in my body thrummed with a heavy, liquid ache, my inner wolf dropping to its knees in total, blissful surrender to the rain-and-ash dominance drenching the small space. "Veda," he growled against my mouth, the name a dark, broken vow tearing through his throat.

She slumped to the ground, exhausted and panting, but ever hungry for more. “I want that beautiful thing deep inside me, Og.” She growled; her eyes afire like a tigress in heat. “Take me, deflower me, and make me mother your Alien breed.” “Ah, you have earned that right.” He smiled at her. “You are now worthy of being made love to as a Martian.” “Come on then, fuck me before I become my old Earth bitch self again.” She reached for him and stumbled. He laughed and lifted her up in his muscular arms effortlessly. She felt

“You're hurting yourself. You're hurting me,” The rattling stopped. He leaned down, peering at me through the space. His golden eyes flickered with regret and he hung his head in shame. It was almost cute. I made you cry. I deserve death. “No, you don't,” I shook my head, swallowing as I brushed my hands over his. A jolt traveled right to my heart. My wolf. I could feel her. She stirred, came alive, unfurled. He truly was my mate. “Is that why you're here? Does the King want you dead?”

It was like the hot flames in my body suddenly disappeared, replaced with something cold… Fuck! My whole body surged with heat. My mind did me dirty by replaying the moments we kissed in my head and soon all my desires were awake. I looked down, staring at the raging hard-on I sprouted with no girl… Looking ahead, I could already envision Arianna in her room. I let my mind drift as my fingers wrapped around my dick, stroking slowly while the thoughts of her filled my mind... thoughts of us and what we could be. “We don’t need someone else. We need our mate,” Mars growled inside and I gritted. It was becoming hard to keep him in check and hence his desires.