Gay Romance Book Novels & Stories

grumbles Isabella, averting her gaze from his as Grant moves to read the back of her book. “Our Luna, Our Mate huh? Hmm…” flipping the book over, Grant moves to scan the contents of the back before speaking yet again, “Romance with a bit of a reverse harem to it. Oh my dear sweet Isabella, I didn’t think you were one to be so, dare I say it, Kinky?” Blushing at his tone and his words, Isabella attempts to grab her book once more, “Please… Can I just have my book back?” “Well… Since you asked me so nicely. I don’t see why you can’t” admits Grant just as he moves to hand her back the book in which she takes happily before scurrying off towards a couch within Lucus’s Office once they had arrive

Crystal asked, a hint of amusement in her tone as she noticed Arielle stepping closer to her. Arielle leaned in slightly and whispered, “Grandmother has a… unique taste in horror movies.” Crystal chuckled softly, nodding in agreement. “That she does,” she replied. As Arielle’s gaze fell on the book in Crystal’s hands, her face lit up with rare excitement. “Maa, do you like historical romance?” she asked, her voice brimming with curiosity. Crystal tilted the book to show the cover and replied, “I like anything by this author.” She paused, taken aback by Arielle’s sudden enthusiasm.

She kissed him back. Raymond groaned, his hands sliding down to lift her onto the table, his urgency increasing as he fumbled to turn off the gas stove. His lips never left hers as he pulled her closer, positioning himself between her legs. Ginny’s breath hitched as his fingers pushed her panties aside, and he quickly unbuttoned his trousers. In one swift motion, he entered her, the sensation overwhelming her senses. Her back arched as he began to move, his thrusts slow and deliberate at first, but quickly growing more wild as the intensity between them built.

The guys might not be with me then, we might have become strangers by then but I still want to do it and I will. "Bethany, you sell yourself too short. I assure you that whatever you put out will be good. You seem to forget that you have earned yourself a loyal reader base. They will read what you put out and I am sure it will be good. Hit me with a little preview." She told me excitedly. I smiled. "It's a reverse harem. Three guys, one woman, werewolf, and a lot of erotics." I told her. I blushed when I spoke about the erotic contents of the book. I already know there will be a lot. I have had more sex in the past two weeks than I have had in my whole twenty-nine and half years before I met

he asked. "I can't! P-You're making my heart beat faster again c-so---" "So what? Does your heart beat faster when you do this?" He stepped closer to me, our bodies were almost touching, I felt like my cheeks were getting too hot. "Y-Yes." I stammered while looking away, I heard him laugh softly. Wait, why does it seem like he did that on purpose! When he teases the gay, he knows that when he does that, my heart beats faster!

It was a kiss unlike any other in the ten years I had known him, fueled by both lust and a need to punish. When he finally released me, we were both panting. "You love me," Francis said, locking eyes with me, each word deliberate as if willing it to be true. "You'll keep loving me. The drugs are irrelevant." I could not help but laugh. "Francis, who are you kidding?" Francis acted like he did not hear me. He just stood up and smoothed out his suit. "You're getting out tomorrow. Come stay at my place." "That's not my home," I said.

Chapter 5 Ryan steps in front of me, his cock already half-hard, the marker open in his hand. He doesn’t hesitate, pressing the tip to my inner thigh, high enough that I’ll feel it every time I move. “R,” he says, his voice rough as he drags the marker across my skin, the ink cold and wet. “For Ryan.” His free hand joins Liam’s, his fingers stretching me alongside Liam’s, and I moan, my hips rocking into their touch. The dual penetration is overwhelming, their fingers thick and relentless, working me in a rhythm that has my knees shaking.

But then something shifted, her eyes locked on mine, and before I could even process, she leaned in and kissed me, soft at first but then harder, her lips pressing like she meant it, and I froze for a second, then kissed back because why not, it felt good, distracting from the pain. She pulled away just enough to whisper, "Ava, let me make you feel better," and then she was on me, jawing at my neck, biting and sucking hard, making me gasp, "Riley, what the oh goodness gracious ," my hands grabbing her shoulders, pulling her closer because the heat was building fast, chasing away the cold ache Jax left. We kissed again, messy, her tongue in my mouth, me moaning into it, and she slid her hands

The young woman sitting by me stopped her game and watched me rant in astonishment. When I ran out of angry words, she clapped her hands in succession, and it echoed in the silence. "Well said, Princess, but I think someone lied to you, just like they lied to some of them over there," she said, pointing to a point in the room's corner. "Over there in the blue dress is Princess Kit of the Blue Brook Pack. She was given away as an alliance gift to the Lycan King and found herself as a slave here the very next day. Following her is Princess Yvette from the distant pack region of the werecats. She was told that she was to be matched with the Lycan Prince. She has not gotten over the deceit that