Knuckles Kissing Rouge Novels & Stories

Another Rogue. Only that this one has no smell.

All I want to do is bury it inside her. Her gaze lands on mine as she slides down the pole, landing in the splits as she brings both legs together, giving me a perfect view of g-string clad pussy. I lick my lips. Wanting nothing more than to crawl up and drive my tongue inside her as she clamps her sweet mouth around one of our mate’s cocks. I can tell she is sin incarnate and is dangerous. But I am worse. You don’t get called the Rouge King for nothing. I will conquer her and so will our mates.

I can make out a pink flower's petal showing from under the right sleeve and what looks a lot like a dragon tail on the left one. "Are you ready?"

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His rough, calloused hand tightened just enough around my throat to keep me completely pinned. He didn't wait for my answer. Rouge crashed his lips down onto mine. It was a brutal, punishing kiss. There was no slow build-up. There was only raw, primal force. His massive body pressed me flat against the heavy wooden door, trapping me completely.

When I opened my eyes again, I found that I had gone back in time to the day of my wedding. I had been reborn on the day I married Bowen. The emcee said, "The groom may now kiss the bride." Just then, the heavy entrance doors to the hall were suddenly pushed open. A sharp, coquettish shout rang out, "The princess is here. Why aren't you greeting me as you should?" Immediately after, someone wearing a pink ball gown with an exaggerated design of multiple tulle layers sewn together to resemble flower petals glided in from the other end of the red carpet.

The moment I turned my head to glance at the figure behind me, he pinned me against the wall and glared deep into my eyes. "Let me go!! What the hell are you doing?" I hissed at Tony as he clasped my hand roughly and pinning me against the wall. "Why? Didn't this tempt you? A fiery one with blazing red hair, I knew something had been wrong with her. You call death around you because you are a witch. Do you know what I learned today when I went to a ghost town? Stay away from a woman who has blood red hair." He was whispering harshly in my ear.

“Mornin’” I flinched and sucked my breath when I saw Rogue nearing me. He stopped a meter away from me and smiled. “Can’t kiss you. I’m sweaty.” I protruded my lips. “You have an interesting hobby, huh?” He smirked. “Impressed? Am I too attractive in your eyes now?” I laughed. “Arrogant.” He arrogantly shrugged his shoulders. “Well, what can I say? I have so many things to be proud of.”

He walked right in front of the sofa where Samil and I were sitting. “Hello, brother dearest,” he chuckled wickedly. “Get out,” Samil hissed giving him the most hateful kind of the glare I had ever seen. “Oh, don't worry…” he smirked, “I'm not here for you, I came to see my lovely friend here, Kassandra,” he suddenly crouched down, grabbed my hand that Samil was previously holding and kissed it. I froze.

Over my dead body. Leaf stood a few feet away, watching. I did not like him. There was an evil to him but for this, he was perfect. He could do whatever he wanted to whichever rogue he wanted. I just wanted the King’s head. The things I had planned for him, they had me growl out loud, snapping my teeth at Cinnamon. She was taking too long and the very little patience I had was burning out. I needed blood. I needed rogue blood coating me as I tore through their bodies and I wanted it that very second. I walked closer, eyes narrowed dangerously.