Jacob Black Smut Novels & Stories

Nina looked at James and said, "Open it up. Let's see if Samantha likes it." James unwrapped the gift, revealing the bucket of black paint. Samantha's face fell at once. Swiftly, James opened the bucket of paint. At once, Nina grabbed the bucket and dumped the paint all over Samantha. Soon, Samantha was completely covered in the black paint. It smelled putrid. She wanted to gag. It felt sticky and uncomfortable. Samantha screamed as she used the blanket to wipe it off her face. However, the paint was too sticky for that. She couldn't wipe it off no matter how hard she tried.

he smiles, running his fingers through my curls as I pull out of his arms. “I thought so too.” I smile, still refusing to cry. “Okay, so remember, tomorrow you need to set your online profile up, and I want you to use the pen name “The Smut Slut”. I nod, making a mental note of the name. “The quicker you set it up, the quicker you can start working. All dates will be run by me first just to make sure you're not being sent off with a fucking weirdo, a killer, or someone who's just bad news. I'll take care of you like I promised, Savage, so don't worry your pretty little head about a thing.” He knocks back a shot of tequila and smiles, grabbing Lexi and pulling her onto his lap. “Alright, I'll

Jacob slid in his thumb inside my mouth " Lick " I closed my lips around his thumb and licked his pre come , its salty and dark flavour bursting upon my tongue . Jacob watched me lick off the come of his thumb with that dark look of his " have you ever wrapped those pouty red lips of yours around a c*ck before ?" I swallowed whatever was left on my tongue and shook me head . " Fucking hell " he murmured running a hand through his dark hair , when a dark , sinister possessing desire flashed in his eyes - striking a nerve of dread in my stomach .

he asked mockingly. "Don't flatter yourself, dude. You are not that relevant" Samson replied. He could perceive the smell of blood coming from Jacob. The bastard had probably been feeding on one of the humans outside before he stepped in, and Samson hoped he hadn't murdered yet another person. He would have asked, but the last time he wanted was to scare this little human away. Talking to her seemed to sooth him, and he liked that.

he said, slapping the ass of the man riding him. Jacob glanced at what was being offered. “I don't smoke cheap stuff.” “What a rich snob.” “Mick” Jacob called, crossing his legs. His grey eyes were menacing. “Do not waste my time.” Mick's goofy expression faltered. “Get off,” he said to the young man on top of him, who scrambled out naked. Mick buttoned up his trousers. “I didn't find it.” Jacob's eyes turned cold. Mick flinched involuntarily.

" Magnus had no idea how to react. From the corner of his eye, he could see his Luna giving him a big amused smile. "Keep going," she encouraged him as she squeezed Black's hand a little tighter in hers. "Technically, from the day we get our wolves, we also undergo our ruts. A primal urge to reproduce takes hold of us, and we have..." Black's expression suddenly turned darker. "... You need to hump dry on anything that moves?" Bianca asked, shaking her head to the sides, amused to see him so uncomfortable. The red suddenly rose to Black's cheeks, and he nodded once.

" I can't help myself. You're beautiful." She blushes, teeth already tugging at her lower lip. " Thank you. And I must admit, you're trying to seduce me. Aren't you Mr. Black?" I smirk. " Is it working?" " Maybe try a little harder." I laugh, and she giggles. " This tastes really good. I mean, the meat is a little overcooked, and there should have been more salt, but it's really good." " Great. I'm never cooking again."

Sam looks nervous. “You got this Sam,” I yell. “Show no mercy.” “Show Alpha Asshole what Black Hills calls number 2,” Lucas cheers. Sam nods. “Forgive me Alpha.” Sam and Jacob charge each other and Sam grabs Jacob’s throat and slams Jacob into the ground. Jacob doesn’t move, he stops breathing. “Alpha!” Sam screams . Mary is on her feet and runs to Jacob. We all run Sam and Mary are trying to help Jacob breathe.

The word cuts cleanly through the room. Sofia stops mid-sentence. Layla looks up. Luca stands in the doorway to the kitchen, jacket gone, sleeves rolled to reveal forearms dusted with dark hair. He looks younger without the suit jacket, but no less commanding. His expression is calm. His tone is not unkind. “Sorry?” Layla asks. His gaze drops briefly to her bare feet, then returns to her face. “There was glass earlier,” he says. “You didn’t see it. I did. I don’t like people getting hurt in my house.”