Knuckles Kissing Rouge Novels & Stories

His knuckles were bruised, I noted as I ran my thumb along them. "Forgive me," I whispered, glancing up into his dark green eyes with tears misting my vision. But I could make out the darkness in his eyes and never anticipated what he was about to do until he reached out and cupped my face, before bringing his lips to mine in a warm, urgent kiss that we both desperately needed. Hunt slid his tongue into my mouth, searching for mine as he brought my face closer as if we weren't close enough. And it's exactly the same way I've been feeling. Like us being apart in separate bodies, yet mated forever still wasn't enough.

Ella said firmly. "And guess what?" Ella said to them, there was no way she'd keep quiet now, she'd make sure to hurt them back. "We just kissed, yes and you see this mark here..." She pointed at the hickey on her collarbone. "That's the Death lords!" She spat out with a victorious smile on her face. "Are you showing off right now?" Lauren asked. "Stop lieing, the Death lord wouldn't kiss you, maybe one of those guards at the gate gave you that, don't you think girls?" Lauren asked.

He remains reclined, eyes closed, like this is all an inconvenience he’s enduring out of obligation. I get into the car. Celine leans in and hugs me again before closing the door. Then she marches to Roland’s window and knocks sharply. He lowers it lazily. “I dare you to treat her badly, asshole.” “Celine!” my mother gasps, dragging her back. Roland’s lips twitch—not in amusement, but in something dry, almost empty. “Cute,” he says, before rolling the window back up. Then he starts the engine without looking at me, without saying a word, and drives.

I must have injured the unnecessarily large pride that alphas like him have. Alpha Roman closes the distance between us once more and throws a left hook. I dodge it, only to see his leg flying towards my face. He had faked the punch in order to get close enough to kick me. I catch his leg, my hand absorbing the force rather than the place that he was aiming for, my face. Pushing his leg away, I step in and throw a solid right hook. It connects with his jaw and sends the alpha stumbling backwards.

Her voice cracked a little at the end. “That’s not what happened,” I said. She looked up at me. “What?” I swallowed hard. “I kissed you.” Charlotte blinked. “You what?” “I kissed you,” I repeated. “Not the other way around.” Silence filled the patio. Charlotte stared at me like her brain was trying to process something impossible. “But… the video…” she said slowly. “The video only shows the kiss,” I said. “It doesn’t show that I started it.” Her eyes widened. “So… you’re telling me… I didn’t ruin Maya’s relationship?”

"Don't say that, I don't want to hear it anymore we are rich, you and me! There is no poor person among us." Without a word, he drew closer, gently placing a hand on my cheek, his touch both comforting and burning. Romain brought his lips to mine for a soft kiss, hesitant at first, but which quickly transformed into a flamboyant declaration of passion. His hands explored my arms, tracing imaginary curves that awakened a deep desire within me.

I mutter, hatred still flowing through my veins instead of blood. I wrap the garrotte wire tighter across my hands, getting into stance as my eyes follow a subtle movement from the bushes. The signal is a howl from Ryker. Ragnar has us all briefed. My hands are covered in a pair of knuckle dusters. I had my leather jacket over my gear, which was actually a crop top and slick black pants that allowed me to move around, a utility belt with a series of knives strapped to it, and military boots. A howl sounds some distance in the front, just at the same time a group of rogues leap out of the bushes.

“How much do I owe you?” She was about my height and size, but where my hair was a pale, white blonde, hers was a wild carrot-top red. With her lips painted magenta and two small silver hoops piercing the septum of her nose, she had a brooding rebel sort of image to her, except something in me said she was actually a dreamer. As far as I could tell, a light coating of freckles kissed every inch of skin she had while her jaw and lips reminded me a lot of Neve Campbell.

I felt embarrassed by the sound and the way it felt nice when he licked that place. He massaged my thigh gently and trailed his lips over my cheek to the corner of my lips. My heart raced when our eyes locked. His eyes were a dark green with swirls of gold, indicating the presence of his wolf. A lump formed in my throat when his eyes flickered to my lips. He leaned closer, our nose and forehead touching slightly. His lips pressed against mine just before some asshole started knocking on the door. I refrained from groaning externally. Phoenix pulled back and smirked at me, I guess he could sense my disappointment. I blushed and escaped to the bathroom with the spare clothes while throwing him

The kind of place where bad things happened and nobody asked questions. The basement entrance was hidden behind a dumpster. I knocked twice, my wolf tense and ready to fight. A slot opened in the door. Eyes stared out at me. "Password," a rough voice demanded. "Nightshade." The door opened. A massive Rogue stood there, easily seven feet tall. Scars covered his face and arms. He looked me up and down like I was an insect. "You're the Tracker," he said. "I'm Aria." "Same thing." He stepped aside. "Boss is waiting. Downstairs. Last door on the left."