Into The Storm Smith Novels & Stories

he said with the same smile as before. “You know, I’m not the confused one. I know you won’t believe me. But maybe you should take a look at some of the stories about the old Greek gods. Especially the one with Hephaestus, Ares, and Aphrodite,” I said with a smile. Before he could speak, Smith stormed in. “Leave us,” he said with a growl lacing his voice. The confusion in Ripley’s eyes only increased. Smith’s caring act is already faltering.

Storm stopped moving and looked at me, asking, "what’s going on inside that beautiful head of yours, Krullebol?" "I wish you could stay." "Me too. But I won’t be gone long. Things are looking up, schoonheid. It’s the beginning of the end, and I want to stand by the Iron River pack’s side, so everyone knows where I fucking belong." I squeezed my muscles around his dick, "you belong right here." Storm smirked, "I do. Your pussy was made for me." "So make me forget you’re leaving." I moved my hands to his chest and pinched his nipple.