Kiss Bet Novels & Stories

Good. “Names,” Viktor ordered. The first to step forward was a tall brunette with a scar across her cheek like she’d survived a bomb. She wore black cargo pants and combat boots like she meant business. “Kira,” she said in a flat voice. “Explosives. Don’t get in my fucking way.” I raised an eyebrow. “Try not to blow yourself up, and we’ll get along just fine.” She didn’t react. Ice cold. Next was a blonde with ceand ekbones sharp enough to cut glass and dark lipstick that screamed trouble. She looked like she enjoyed pain, mostly giving it.

He called her name softly. "Hammed?" She replied. "Let's play Chess." "Let's make a bet." He said to her while she was still perched on his laps. "And would that be?" She asked. "Anyone who wins the game gets a kiss." He told her. "Kiss?" She looked at him, not sure if she was smiling, blushing or frowning. 'Is a kiss too much?' Her subconscious asked. "No deal." She tried to stand up again but Hammed held her back.

Kissed me good enough that if I had been wearing socks, they would have been knocked off. It felt freeing to kiss him, knowing that everyone already knew and supported us. “Wow,” I said, breathless from his kiss. That man knew how to use his lips in the best possible way. The kiss was short and sweet, but it still made me swoon. We were officially a couple now, especially if we were kissing in front of restaurants. “Blech. Some of us would like to eat,” Gabe said, gently pushing past us to get to the door. “Seriously, get a room.”

I state in a grieve voice, because if this keeps up George will get rid of us all one by one. He nods while gazing into my eyes and then leans down to kiss me. With our lips just a fraction of an inch apart, I feel the tension between us building. Until he breaks the moment by kissing me deeply. At first, it is slow and sweet, but in the end, he goes in for the kill and takes my breath away.

Ever. He’d been an amazing kisser, no doubt about that: the best mouth I’d ever had the pleasure of tasting. I’d enjoyed the past half hour with him more than I could remember enjoying much of anything, and we’d connected on an almost cosmic level. But no man was worth the wrath of Lana Judge on a bitter, jealous angry bender. I valued my life more than that. This had to stop here and now, before it went any further.

I gently reassured them, guiding them to the couch with promises that I'd join them shortly. Knox pulling me into the kitchen caught me off guard, his eyes searching mine for a moment before he acted. His lips met mine in a sudden, passionate kiss that vibrated like a spark igniting a flame. It was a kiss that spoke of longing, unspoken promises and deep-seated desires. I could feel the intensity of his emotions, a turbulent mix of love, fear, and hope, swirling in that single, passionate gesture.

I felt like I had caught him, he must have slacked in his cooked stories. "You said you want to take it back without shedding blood. That's why we are using the Kiss Of Vengeance. Alpha Jake has kissed your hand four times already, we need six more to go." He still found a way out and I felt marveled. He was good at this. "Kiss Of Vengeance?" I asked as that was the part that marveled me the most in his new development. "I see that you do not believe me and I'm sure that your memory will still come back. Until then, I'll let you do whatever you want." He stood up from the bed, walking out but he couldn't stop turning back to look at me.

Once everything was ready, I stepped onto the stage in my white gown and with a bouquet in hand. Lucas couldn't wait for me to reach him. He approached me and stretched out his hand, eager to take mine. I reached my hand out to take his. Amid the blessings of countless werewolves, of the countless cheers and laughter, our hands clasped tightly together. Lucas lowered his head and kissed me as if no one else was there. The kiss was so long that I thought I was going to run out of breath before he finally stopped. Then, he bared his fangs and gently bit the gland at the back of my neck, completing the final mark.

Her incandescent gaze locked into mine. Her lips against my throat. I close my eyes. I am lost. — You lie so well to others… but not to me. Her mouth travels up to mine. She brushes my lips. Not a kiss. Just a threat. A promise. — Do you want me to kiss you, Éric? I nod. — Say it, she commands. — Kiss me, Jade. Please… She smiles. And she kisses me. Not a kiss. An inferno. She devours me. She crushes me. She tears me away from myself. And I let her.

In that quiet room, with the sound of the gala fading into the background, the tension between them snapped like a taut wire. She reached up, grabbing the lapels of his tuxedo, and pulled him down to her. His lips crashed against hers, hard and desperate, and she kissed him back with equal fervor. It wasn’t a soft, tender kiss of love—it was a kiss of possession, of all the anger, frustration, longing, and fear that had built up between them for months. It was a way to claim each other, to say you’re mine even when they were fighting, to hold onto something real in a world that felt chaotic and unsteady. Liam’s arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her close, his body pressing against hers.