Hot Scenarios Novels & Stories

I hop in the shower needing to clean myself up. Between sweating and sex, I stink. Plus, a shower was a way for me to get away from Alpha Valen for a minute before my next wave of heat hits me like a damn freight train. Goddess, is every heat going to be like this from now on? I don’t know how I will run away if my heat is this crazy. Usually, with my heat, I crave any high-ranking male, but now that I’ve been claimed by my fated mate, I only want him. I might have to look into buying pills that will suppress my heat. They are hard to come by, but they do exist. It’s one of those things that once you know where to buy it, you are going to go.

Something dangerous. "Is that what you think?" His voice is quieter now. That's worse. That's so much worse. "You think I cleared the penthouse so I could force you?" "I think you're an Alpha who's used to getting what he wants." "I am." He takes a step toward me. Just one. "And what I want is for you to survive the next forty-eight hours. Your body is crashing, Arielle. The Heat isn't just uncomfortable—it's dangerous. If your temperature keeps climbing, if your cycle keeps escalating unchecked after years of chemical abuse, you could have a seizure. Organ failure. Cardiac arrest."

They settled onto the plush sofa facing the fire, the cushions yielding under their weight, close enough that their knees nearly touched. The drink warmed her from within as she sipped, the burn spreading through her chest, loosening the knots of the day's wreckage. Conversation flowed in murmurs—fragments of shared disdain for Thorne's deceit, laced with tentative admissions of their own guarded hearts. Riven's hand rested on the cushion between them, inches from her thigh, the proximity building a quiet pressure. Liora's thoughts drifted to the car, to the kiss that had cracked open something raw and real within her. Here, in this firelit sanctuary, that pull intensified, drawing her gaze

Chapter 2 Aria woke up feeling numb all over. Last night was the wildest night of her life. Her head hurt because of all the drinks she had last night. For a few seconds after opening her eyes, she didn’t know where she was. The room was quiet, dark, and nothing like her own. The air smelled like cedarwood and something faintly spicy, masculine, and expensive. Then her heart dropped. She wasn’t home. She wasn’t even close to home. And the body heat beside her last night… wasn’t Evan’s.

I ran my fingers lightly along the shaft, feeling the heat emanating from his arousal. I looked up at him, meeting his dark gaze with my own as I trailed kisses along his thighs. The anticipation in his eyes was palpable, a mix of desire and longing that mirrored my own. I gave him a little hand job, feeling the weight of his member in my hand as I caressed his balls with my fingers. I could feel the heat emanating from him, a physical manifestation of his arousal. With a deep breath, I took him into my mouth, feeling the heat of his cock against my tongue.

"Bardhu hits nearly 122 Fahrenheit lately, and even the mosquitoes have disappeared." "At least 85 dead in Bardhu from extreme heat in the past 24 hours." "Continuous heatwaves in Bardhu leave 211 dead." A string of heatwave alerts kept vibrating on my phone, jolting me back to reality. I instinctively opened my mouth, feeling like a fish craving water on dry land. I grabbed the cup of water on the table and gulped it down. Cool water ran down my chin and onto my skin, and the long-awaited sensation of moisture made me let out a contented sigh.

Her longing for Jack and her concern for Jennifer were temporarily forgotten. "It's called Hot Bar. It's made from fish paste, flour, eggs, and vegetables. The fillings vary. You can choose according to your taste," Suzy explained. Elena nodded. "I'll have the sausage and cheese filling." The girl nodded, then placed the order with the seller in Korean. "Oh, buy some for the bodyguards too. For Enver, get him the seafood filling. That guy loves seafood," she said, holding Suzy's arm. "Oh, you even remember your bodyguard's preferences?" Suzy was speechless.

Steam frizzed in the air as warm water flowed down Olivia’s bare skin. The flickering candlelight cast long shadows along the marble walls, illuminating the massive bathtub Victor had insisted she use. His hands moved over her body with slow and deliberate care, dragging a soapy cloth along her back before dipping lower. The heat of his touch entered into her skin, but it wasn’t just the temperature of the water making her breath hitch…. it was him. The way his fingers lingered, the way he watched her with that unreadable intensity, as if she were something fragile and precious yet wholly his to break.

The view that stretched out in front of them rendered them speechless. Malachi put their luggage down in the bedroom as Jessica walked out onto the deck. Malachi joined her with two cold beers from the fridge and handed one to her. It was insanely hot and the humidity was almost oppressive since they were used to the weather in Seward. Malachi took his shirt off and Jessica grinned at him. “We just got here.” Malachi emptied his beer and walked back to the covered part of the deck and took the rest of his clothes off as he stood just inside their bedroom. “That looks very inviting.”