Hot Gear Novels & Stories

I don’t try to stop him as he tugs down my zipper. Inside, I’m crumbling. My legs feel like jelly. I don’t recognize the lustful thoughts storming through me. I don’t recognize this version of myself. Because I find myself watching his movements with anticipation—my chest tightening as he wraps a tattooed hand around my hardened cock. He pulls out my painfully hard cock and I hiss at the sensation of his rough palm against the sensitive skin. it's a cold contact. his palm is cold, mine cock is hot. and it all comes that to the fact that that's it the core of the heat in my body.

I wore specialized Sterling thermal gear—matte black and reinforced with Sun-Iron fibers to help me regulate the surging Ashford energy in my blood. "Stay close to the heat-syncs, Julian," Victor shouted over the gale. He looked like a high-tech explorer, his goggles reflecting the desolate landscape. He carried a portable scanner that was already pinging with "Void" signatures. "Heat is a luxury we don't have here," Kael growled, stepping past us. He hadn't bothered with much thermal gear; his Lycan blood was boiling with a natural furnace. He wore heavy furs over his tactical gear, his eyes already shifted to a predatory gold to cut through the whiteout conditions. "The Tundra is alive, Ju

~GRRAWWWAHAHHH~ A hot beam of fire came at the pillar which enveloped the surrounding and burned the ground to mere crisp and ashes. The air was filled with remanents of ashes and dusky smoke. The pillars turned red and painted with black soot. The emerging heat melted certain sections of his exposed back while his skin stuck to the hot pillar which he was hiding behind. "Fuck me!... this puppy has a fire-affinity?" Sweats dripped from his forehead." I guess I pushed my luck too far."

💦Shared Ride, Shared Heat💦 “Fuck, it’s hot tonight.” I fanned myself with my hand as I climbed into the back seat of the Uber Pool, the Miami night air thick and sticky even at 11:45 PM. My tight black mini dress clung to my curves, the hem riding high on my thighs from the movement. I had been out dancing with friends, but they’d paired off with guys at the club, leaving me to head back to my hotel alone.

A localized burst of Southern Fire explodes from my palm, a concentrated, white-hot current of geothermal heat that shoots straight through his skin. ​Garrick lets out a sudden, strangled shriek of agony as the fire singes his grey claws, turning the tips of his nails to black ash in a fraction of a second. The heat doesn't burn his flesh to the bone, but it melts the iron rings of his sleeve, the liquid metal dripping onto the polished obsidian floor with a sharp hiss. ​He drops to his knees before me, his massive frame trembling as he cradles his smoking hand against his chest, his amber eyes wide with a sudden, primitive terror that no legal amendment can cure.

The impact sent a shockwave through the ship. "I’ve got... the leverage!" Zane groaned, his body vibrating as the wind tried to tear him loose. "But Kael... look at the thermometer!" The Heat Sink Sahara The GPU (Graphics Processing Unit) was located directly above their path. As the Child started a high-resolution game, the heat fins of the GPU began to glow. To the Feral Six, it was like standing beneath a Solid-State Sun. "The temperature is climbing to $85^\circ\text{C}$!" Kael reported, his own internal fire struggling to compete with the ambient heat. "The hull is starting to expand. If we don't move, the 'Oakhaven' becomes a pressure cooker!"

I asked the only person that I thought would have an answer. “You are going through heat” Mina said but I didn’t understand. I have never heard of it before and neither was I given a chance to be taught about it. My sexual urges arose and I just wanted to be laid. My Heat alerted the guards in the area and they surrounded Derek’s bedroom, each one trying to get in, the heart was capable of drawing any man which was what was going on, Beta Logan and his gamma fought very hard to keep the men from getting into the house as they protected the door, they could feel it too but because of the respect they have for King Derek they controlled themselves but the others weren't because they weren't as

Since she was sure he wasn't going to let her in through the gate. She slipped halfway over and landed on her feet with an ungraceful thud that echoed through the quiet neighborhood. “Ouch... That hurt.” Aria groaned in pain, dusting the dirt off her body. The door swung open almost immediately, startling her Leon stepped outside, wearing a dark T-shirt and sweatpants, holding a mug of steaming coffee. His hair was still damp, like he had just showered. He stared at her. “You... you're really asking for trouble, aren't you?” he said slowly. “Is breaking into my property now your hobby?”

The risk would keep it hot. The week of forbidden pleasure had started with a shower and ended with us completely hooked. Step-sibling secret. The hottest one I ever kept.

Vernon nods once. We turn and Stace grabs my hand. We walk as fast as we can up the corridor, through the office, and out into the sunlight of the parking lot. We both look around nervously as Stace unlocks the car and we dive in. He starts the car with a roar and throws his phone at me. “G****e gun shops.” With my heart hammering, I quickly G****e Gun shops in Vegas. I wait for the page to load. “There’s one called A-ammo,” I stammer.