Hunter Rowland Dirty Fanfic 소설 & 이야기

“More like smell like sour cheese and are as rough as sandpaper. I don’t know how Rowan deals with them scraping against him at night.” I pinch her forearm, making her yelp and glare. “I’ll have you know, my mate loves everything about me. Even my feet.” Rowan approaches at that moment and slides his arm around my shoulder. “Yeah, I love how her gross, rough feet exfoliate my skin when they scrape against it.” Scowling at his comment, I elbow his ribs and pat his chest. “Hey, you’re supposed to be on my side.” His brothers and Nevaeh approach, laughing.

He was quiet tonight, scrolling his phone, but every time the Jeep hit a bump his knee brushed the back of my seat and I felt it like electricity. And then there was Rowan. Rowan was the reason we were on this road at all. Riley’s on-again-off-again fuck buddy from college, the one she swore she was done with until he texted her three days ago saying he was “passing through” and needed a ride. Six-foot-three, messy chestnut hair, green eyes that looked like they’d seen too much and liked it. He wore a faded flannel open over a white tank, sleeves rolled, ink crawling up his left arm.

I am all hushed moans and swallowed whimpers against the wall while Kael speaks dirty words right at my ear. “Your female center is so greedy for my steel. Eating my shaft up like your she-wolf is a starving animal in the woods. Like your frame is a hungry little cum slut for my den. Is that exactly what your name is, Rowan? Tell my ears you are my cum slut.” “My wolf is a cum slut,” I moan aloud. My brain is totally surprised at how turned on saying the dirty text makes my skin feel. Almost as turned on as it is to hear his gravelly voice speak the syllables to my neck.

My husband, Jaxon Murray, was a renowned medical expert and owned a big company. He was participating in a clinical drug trial when someone tampered with his medication. Under the influence, he ended up entangled with an intern—ninety-nine times, right there on the lab table. When he regained clarity, he rushed home, locked himself in the bathroom, and submerged himself in the tub without food or water as he waited for me to return from work. "Lauren," he said, "my medication was switched during the trial. I made a terrible mistake. But I paid her off and had her dismissed. She'll never appear before me again." I wept miserably, clutching my belly that had once again failed to carry life.

But inside, I was already counting down the hours until tomorrow. I kept imagining walking into Alaric’s house. Maybe he’d barely let me through the door before pushing me against the wall, kissing me roughly, tearing my clothes off, making me drop to my knees again, but this time not pushing me away. This time feeding me his cock while telling me what a good slut I was for him. The thought made me hard again. I shifted on the bed, trying to hide it from Ronald. He noticed anyway and laughed. “You’re thinking about him right now, aren’t you?”

It’s the closest thing we can get to it right now and I wouldn’t mind if he sucks them onto every inch of me. “You like this mate? You like it rough,” he demands, as he jackhammers me, our pants and moans far louder than they should be. There’s no chance we’ll go undetected in here. But maybe that’s part of the thrill. Rowan is literally the best lover imaginable; he can be rough, he can be gentle. I do however always get the feeling he’s holding back. He often seems like he wants to take it even further, but he stops himself. Hope and I will ensure we let him have us how he wants once we can shift.

"Very normal behavior." I've told Rowan pretty much everything about the Julian situation - how he made my first weeks at Blackridge hell, the awkward family dinners, the tension at practice. She's never even seen him, but that doesn't stop her from making corny stepbrother jokes just to annoy me. "What if he's secretly in love with you?" she suggests, waggling her eyebrows. "Classic enemies-to-lovers stepbrother romance." "That's disgusting." "I'm just saying, the tension you describe sounds very unresolved."

The chat history felt like a dull knife dragging through my flesh. [Grace: In the original story, Rowan ruined Andy's face and even hired some creep to assault him. You've had to sleep next to that trash every day. That's insane.] [Heidi: As long as Andy's safe, none of it matters.] [Grace: He's getting more obsessed with you. If he learns the truth, won't he completely lose it?] [Heidi: He won't find out. But if he does—and he dares touch Andy—I'll break his arms and legs, dump him in a psych ward, and lock him up forever!]