Frozen Desire: The Rebel's Alien Mate Mga Nobela at Kwento

But as soon as my eyes closed, I was back in Mattias’s arms. “Stop fighting it, Isadora. You know you love how good I can fūck you. You know you want to screām my name. Fūcking tight, Isa. So fūcking tight. Screām for me, baby.” His grunting made me feel like I couldn’t breathe. His touch felt like it burned my skin with each touch. I wanted to throw up. I can’t do this. I need out. I fūcking need out!

"If killing him puts a stop to this madness, then I'd do it. Because if thing's continues like this, the world would fall apart." "So be it!" She shouted. "No" Calvin mumbled. "You don't really want that." "You know nothing about what I really want", she spat. "You could not give me what I truly desired and you stand there, thinking you know me?" "I'm sorry", Calvin said as he lowered his head. He knew that his attraction towards her had not just been driven by lust. But when the mating bond kicked in, he was helpless and now, there was someone else he wanted to be really be with.

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.

"They’ll be at the base of the trail in an hour. They’ll expect to see their Alpha and his new Luna. I want them to smell you on me before I even say a word." He didn't wait for my consent; the bond had already given it. I was slick, aching, and desperate for the weight of him. I reached back, my fingers digging into his thighs, pulling him toward me. He didn't use any finesse. He guided himself in, a slow, agonizingly deep thrust that felt like he was reaching for the very center of my soul. "Mavros!" I screamed into the pillow, the sound muffled and raw. "Take it," he hissed, his pace turning into a brutal, rhythmic assault. "Take all of it, Aurelia. I want you so full of me that you can't

"For five years, I lived in a frozen cage. I thought the rejection had killed the beast. But you... you didn't just save the world. You woke him up. And he’s starving." He leaned down, his nose grazing the sensitive line of my neck. I felt the sharp prick of his fangs against my skin, not a bite, but a claim. The mate bond, which had been a dull ache for half a decade, erupted into a localized supernova. It wasn't a frequency. It wasn't a vibration. It was a longing so deep it felt like it was written into my very DNA.

My body reacts to this man with the same alarming need I’d had for Kian the night we met, and again last night for Frost. I don’t like this unbidden reaction. My body is a fucking traitor, making me crave these men despite the fact that I’ve seen what they will do to the world if they’re allowed to continue. Kian rejected me, and I still want him. Frost kidnapped me in the woods and tied me to a bed, and as irritated as I am, I also want to spread my legs and beg him to take me, ropes and all. This isn’t normal. I don’t care what shifter lore tells me. I don’t care that every elder in my life raised me to accept that one day, I’d find my mate and devote my life to that man.

she asked. "No, I am not. I am going crazy already. I am tired of jerking off alone in my bathroom. I need to fuck your pussy," his deep voice resounded through the room. His raw words made her pussy wet and Aurelia gulped with want, feeling all her restraint melting away. He was a murderer but there was no reason to deny herself the pleasure she craved from him, was there? "Oh god," she exhaled and grabbed the document from him, tearing it into pieces quickly.

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.

“Now, bring your hand lower. I want you to confirm for me what you told me earlier. Is your surrender as desperate as I need it to be to fuel this war? Are you wet for my voice, Elara?” I gasped, pressing my fingers into the soft, yielding skin of my inner thigh. The confession was humiliating, but the need was a hurricane. “Yy-es, Mr. Adrian. I am. It’s… it’s a mess of heat. And I hate you for knowing exactly how to weaponize my desire.”

The dream had felt so real, Ruby's lips against his, her body pressed to his, and the most shocking part: he had felt desire, not revulsion. "What the hell?" he whispered to the empty room, running a shaking hand through his hair. For eleven years, the mere thought of touching Ruby had made his stomach turn. Dr Reeves's conditioning had been thorough, creating a visceral rejection that went beyond conscious thought. Yet in his dream, he had wanted her desperately. He sat up, trying to make sense of the contradiction. Was it just his subconscious showing him what could be possible? Or was the mate bond already working to overcome the artificial conditioning?