Is Shatter Me Spicy Novels & Stories

The burn is intense, a sting of pleasure and pain that makes my eyes water. “Good girl,” the man behind me hisses, easing in deeper. “So fucking tight…” My hands fist against Shaggy’s chest as I tremble between them, filled in both holes, utterly claimed. I can feel every inch of them...as they begin to move, one deep and slow, the other deliberate and firm. Shaggy kisses me again, and this time it's pure fire. “Let go,” he growls against my lips. “Let us take you apart.”

My orgasm coiled at the base of my spine, slowly at first, then faster until it exploded in one blinding, deafening moment. “Fuck!” The force of my release drowned out my curse, but when I came down from my high, all that was left was cold water and a reflection of myself in the mirror.

M&M’s for Breakfast ~ Naika End Game ~ Cat Burns Shane’s words were on repeat as he drove into me. We were slick with sweat, his smoky scent on me like a second layer of skin as I held on, needy for everything he had to give me. He cursed as I clenched around him. Pleasure danced through me as I twitched around his still-throbbing cock.

"This is too spicy!" She reached for the water glass and drank it in one gulp. But the burning sensation didn't subside. It only got worse. Shama's mouth was on fire. She started to cough and sputter, tears streaming down her face. The other guests watched in amusement as Shama writhed in pain. Rehan rolled his eyes and looked away. "Pfft, Hahahaha!"

I swipe my tongue over my bite and scream again as I shatter. Phoenix smiles against my skin as he continues to thrust hard and deep, he then increases them faster and faster making the pleasure in both of us rise fast and high, just as I was about to shatter again he lengthens his fangs and sinks them into his mark. I let out an ear-piercing scream mixed with a hiss as I shatter and Phoenix thrusts hard once more, this time holding tight and deep inside me as he releases again and again.

But when he did it, he had to lean over much farther than I had because of his increased height. “I still don’t get why you want to keep it. You know the Blackmoor Pack has a healer that was more than willing to help.” I shrugged, my am thrumming lightly as a reminder. The pain medication was doing its trick, but every time I thought about it, it would start to thrum a little. “It’s just a reminder.” Junto looked at me, but I refused to meet his eyes. Instead, I looked at the water rippling in the moonlight. “Isn’t that the reason you would want to get rid of it? It’s going to scar if you leave it like this.”

“Yes, sir. But making out with her is like a snowball’s chance in hell. She only dances for VIPs. No happy endings. But if that’s what you want, I can get you the thickest stripper here. Her name is Bam and she…” “I don’t need Bam. I need Spicy.” My voice dropped, cold and hard. I slammed my palm on the bar loud enough to draw eyes. Scott rushed over, trying to calm me down. “Calm down, man. People are watching.” But Spicy didn’t even flinch. She kept dancing like none of this had anything to do with her. Grinding on that guy like he meant something. I snapped. I stormed toward her, ignoring Scott’s warning grip on my arm.

"She also doesn't really understand spicy. She took out the seeds. Who does that?" I laughed and pulled one out of the container, taking a bite. "They're still really good. But yeah, not very spicy." "Probably better for me anyway. That wolfsbane has thrown me off completely. One thing too spicy and I'm puking blood." I gave him a soft rub on the back, and he gave me a sweet smile. We sat together like that, nibbling at the poppers, waiting for time to tick by. It was actually really nice and comfortable—like sitting with a best friend I'd known forever.

Raina answered brightly, “Cayenne pepper, Mr. Vexley. You wouldn’t get it—Gale’s body is too weak right now. He needs something nourishing and full of energy. This stuff is perfect.” Cayenne pepper… nourishing? Leif pressed two fingers to his forehead in disbelief. He pointed again, this time at something dark red and slightly charred. “And this?” Raina’s eyes sparkled. “That’s a ghost pepper. Different variety. Different effect. It’s the spiciest one I could find—specially picked for Gale.” ***

But he doesn’t know me. He doesn’t know that every ounce of pain I’ve endured in my life has turned me into something sharp, something that bites back. He doesn’t know that I don’t just break, I shatter , and I take down whoever’s closest when I do. I feel the nausea curling tighter in my chest, but underneath it, something else bubbles: anger. No. Rage .