Klance Fanart Spicy Novels & Stories

A few minutes later when DJ went out of the changing room, looking all handsome in a black tux, Stacey stood startled. He was looking nothing but a hot, arrogant male. And that's what Stacey loved about him. He was so dominating towards her... he knew how to tame a woman. This is what every woman wants in her life... to be tamed. Blair's training to have the power, to rule the person. All of them know how to make the client horny or turn on. This was her speciality... to confine the clients. that's why Bunny Boiler is the only agency present in the US. The name itself is kind of unique because it attracts the people.

He murmured, pulling off her top as he took her boobs into his mouth. “Everything about you. I want to know everything about you, even the useless one!”. She moaned. Lucian chuckled, staring at her. “I can paint, draw and design”. He responded, running his finger over her nipple. “You already know about Derek and my mother!”. “Drake, Sabrina, Kayla and I grew up together, well Sabrina didn’t exactly grow up with us like that but we got to know her when we were seventeen. Derek and I grew up together, I met Kayla at the pack, she was right at that time!”. Lucian explained.

Plates of eggs, pancakes, burgers, and cups of tea or coffee covered the table. “Umm. Yeah” Charlotte replied, wiping her mouth with a napkin before taking another bite of her own burger. “But it’s actually her boyfriend Zack who she made the appointment for” Karina reached across the table for the small white ceramic plate in the middle. She picked up two cubes of sugar with her fingers, dropped them into her hot tea, and stirred it slowly with a spoon. The clink of metal on ceramic was soft. “I thought as much” she said, blowing on her tea. “Hannah doesn’t strike me as someone who likes tattoos. She looks too… sweet and clean for something like that”

he added. Emily didn’t give him a fuck. She just fixed her hair, trying to suppress her groans. She was calm, yet her eyes were deadly. She wants to punch him and feed Drake to her wolf. ‘Ew! I’m a vegetarian. I don’t eat wild animals!’ Leia came into her thoughts. ‘Don’t think that way, girl. It’s gross,’ Leia added. Instead of answering Leia, she closed her eyes and heaved a sigh. “Good morning to you, Drake,” she faked her smile. “I’m not hurt. It’s bearable,” she answered his first question.

"Wanna go outside for a popsicle?" "Sure." A few minutes later, I sat on the wall outside Luca's house with an artificially flavoured and coloured popsicle in one hand and a beer in the other. Nothing says class more than that at 1 am. "Tell me a fact about yourself Luca," I said with a sigh as I licked my popsicle. "I don't trust people with names beginning with C," he replied. "Except for Kim Kardashian." "Kim Kardashian is spelt with two Ks," I pointed out.

she says, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips, though it doesn’t quite reach her eyes. Rolan steps forward, his posture commanding, but his tone softer than usual. “I am Rolan, Lycan King of Ashclaw Pack.” “We are here for your assistance on knowing more about the alleged slave trade going on here.” “I’m Mara, Princess of Ravencrest,” I say, my voice steady, though inside, my pulse quickens with the weight of the introduction. “And I’m Zander, Rolan’s beta,” he adds, a bit of a half-smile on his face, trying to ease the tension, though I doubt it’s working.

I stared at her a little longer, at those gorgeous eyes that always gives me more reasons to live, to bless the Moon Goddess for giving me a Mate at the most expected time of my life. "If I were to show you the side of me everyone fears, people would simply ask why the Lycan King was being so cruel to an innocent stranger." I smiled faintly. "Don't you think that's far worse than people questioning kindness that is, in truth, nothing more than genuine kindness?" The least thing I would want is to make her feel even for the slightest second, uncomfortable. So, I was ready to do whatever it takes me to make this place feel more like a home than a threat to her.

Back in the capital, everyone started caring about their image. "My mom doesn't make stuff by hand. I just buy what I need," Lance said. He coughed again, like the spice got to him again. He drank a lot of water, but coughed even harder. Tommy, sitting nearby, watched Lance cough like he was going to cough up his lungs. He couldn't help but worry, "Alpha Lance has never been good with spice. Why's he acting like he loves it today?" Adelaide noticed too. The wolf hair on Lance's ears curled a bit from the spice. The pheromones from the back of his neck had a hint of sulfur.

He picked up his phone, which had been buzzing incessantly on the shelf. He checked T*****r. " #HaleSuperiority is trending number one," he read aloud. " #LysanderIsOverParty is number two. And... ah." He looked at her, a smirk playing on his lips. "Apparently, 'Cyprian’s Abs' has its own fan account already." Vespera laughed. She stood up, turning to face him. He was still shirtless, looming over her in the quiet study. "You were shameless," she said.

Renowned artist Lucian Vale, is a 42 years old perfectionist with a dark reputation. He needs the perfect muse for his most provocative collection yet. When 23 years old aspiring model Joshua Hart walks into his private studio, Lucian knows he’s found more than just a body, he’s found raw, uninhibited inspiration. What begins as classical nude poses quickly spirals into explicit, boundary pushing sessions filled with erotic poses, intense oral worship, masturbation, and eventually full gangbang scenes orchestrated by the artist himself. In Lucian’s world, art and lust are inseparable, and Elias is willing to surrender everything, his body, his limits, and his pleasure to become the ultimate