Frozen Desire: The Rebel's Alien Mate Novels & Stories

His grip tightened on my hips, and my pulse jumped, desire simmering just beneath my skin. I bit my lip, fighting to keep my voice steady. I want him like this, teetering on the edge, ready to lose control. “I need to know you’re ready,” he said, his voice thick and strained. His hands tightened on my hips, a slow burn sparking to life deep within me. I nodded, words sticking in my throat. Trust. Desire. Anticipation. Caught between craving and the thrill of surrender. I nodded again, trusting him completely despite the thrill of the unknown.

She glanced through the first page, read the first chapter and froze. It was a story about a man named Desire, narrating the first time he had sex with his nymphomaniac girlfriend Ivy. When he shaved her and painted her in his private studio. Delilah felt her heart skip a beat as she read the words. She was getting a feeling of déjà vu as she glanced over the raw and unfiltered words.

I groan, slipping my arms around the material, and then breathing him in. Pathetically, I cry, letting out my pain as my heart breaks. My lust for him amps up to a dangerous level. My entire body is on fire. I groan, snatching the perfume from Caleb. “What is this?” “He peed in it. He marked the entire territory too.” He crinkles his nose in disapproval. That’s sick. I love it. I spray more, basically dousing myself in it until my body becomes so hot, I sweat. “Get out, Caleb! Get out!” I scream at him and at the same time, flames leave my mouth. I don’t care about that new ability. All I want is Rafe. He backs away, holding up his hands to show he doesn’t mean any harm.

That was the first time I got a closer look at her. No wonder Grey never looked my way. She was almost perfect. How could one then expect me to believe God who created us had no favorite when his favorite creation was holding my husbands hand and snuggling him like they were the married ones. Without warning, my instincts kicked in and I stormed towards them. I broke their locked hands from behind, making them to turn to face me. Elena’s expression was of disgust and shock. Grey stood surprised, while I swallowed my stupidity while it lasted.

The two of them wanted to laugh in my face, but desire had a way of betraying anyone, and these two are exactly where I need them to be, for this is the only way I can control them to my satisfaction, as they are slaves to their sexual desires. I leaned down, close enough that Mia’s perfume mixed with the metallic tang of my blood. “You talk about Rebel, about Daniel, but right now, your body is betraying you. You want to know what it feels like when I take the control you pretend to have.” She swallowed, her voice low. “And if I don’t?” I straightened, a smirk curling on my lips. “Then you’ll watch Louisa fall to her knees instead. Because one of you will.”

Hard. I screamed, but it wasn't from pain. It was the release of every tension I’d carried for years. Azrael didn't stop. He moved like a man starved, his hands exploring every inch of me with a brutal honesty that no human man had ever dared. The sting of his teeth on my neck was the spark that set the whole room on fire. I didn't want gentle. I didn't want a "lover." I wanted exactly what Azrael was: a force of nature that didn't give a damn about my comfort. My breath came in ragged, shallow hitches as he ground his hips into mine. The sheer weight of him was crushing, pinning me into the hardwood floor, and I loved it. I arched my back, trying to get closer to the heat radiating off his

Denise squirmed under his form as Kain sunk his thick rod into her hole, tearing her entrance apart with just that single thrust. Pain erupted through her being, but her body heated up nonetheless and the tingles climbed her inner walls, following his cock deep into her core. Despite feeling as if her world had crashed down on her, her body still couldn’t refuse him, she still wanted him. After all, he was her mate and all she had. The only hope she had. And the only person who could make her happy. She wanted him to need her, to want her, to love her. After years of loneliness and living beneath everyone’s hatred, that was all that she wanted. But was it too much to ask?

I tried to step back but his grip was strong. “There’s no chance to refuse. Don’t you see the bigger picture? You and I, against the world. I want a woman who would sacrifice everything to get what she wants. I want a woman who doesn’t fear getting burned. I want a woman daring enough to challenge those of higher power. I want Natalie Cresentblood of Fangborn. I want you; my mate, and my Luna.” My eyes widened as I stared at the man in front of me. Is this really happening? The chance for my retribution is finally here, what I’ve always sought.