Lesbian Fantasy Romance Novels Novels & Stories

RYAN'S POV The room felt hotter now and Liam lay under me flushed and breathing hard with his eyes glassy from all the alcohol and lust hanging in the air. I had wanted him for so long with years of stolen looks and forbidden thoughts that had finally crashed down on us in this bedroom while the party was in full motion below. My idle hand ran over his chest in order to feel the way his hard muscle would twitch under my touch. “You are mine tonight, Liam. All fucking mine,” I grunted.

CASSIAN The second I stepped inside, the air changed. It wasn't the neutral, clean scent I had smelt yesterday. It was something else—something so sweet it made my teeth ache, and so hot it felt like stepping into a furnace. It was thick and heavy. My heart started to hammer against my ribs, but not with anger. It was a terrifying realization. I’d smelled this before, every Alpha knew this scent. It was the smell of an Omega in their first, unbridled heat.

The evening sun dipped low as I prepared for dinner, the scent of roasting lamb filling the house. Richard and Jake would be home any minute, their voices already echoing in my mind—deep, commanding, full of that possessive hunger that made my core throb. But beneath my apron, Harlan's cum still lingered inside me, a sticky secret from this afternoon's romp. I'd showered, sure, but the faint ache in my pussy reminded me of his thick shaft stretching me wide, his grunts as he pumped me full. It turned me on, this double life, fucking them both while plotting more.

But then I was. “We have to go home, Sister,” Sasha said softly. I didn’t want to go back home. I didn’t want to be alone. Yet, I felt so fucking alone no matter where I was or who I was with. Except for the damn ghosts haunting me. They were in my mind, thriving. Torturing me. And when I slept, my mind revolted. I couldn’t understand my dreams… memories… or paranoia. “You’ll stay with me.” I shook my head wordlessly. I couldn’t let anyone hear my dreams. I couldn’t let anyone know.

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The warmth of her skin against mine ignited a fervent desire, fueling my desire for her. Her breath quickened, matching the rhythm of my own heartbeat. With each thrust, she gasped as my hands traced the delicate arch of her back, the curve of her waist, and the contours of her hips. I explored the landscape of her body, committing it to memory with an insatiable hunger. My fingers danced along the curves of her body, tracing invisible patterns that ignited her senses. Her skin, warm and inviting, begged for my touch. I obliged, leaving a trail of fiery kisses along her neck, her collarbone, and down to the swell of her breasts.

“Yes, my Luna, yes. This could be you too. I know you desire this, stop lying to yourself.” “No,” she repeated. “No!” Nikjin chuckled. “How about this?” He asked and dropped Rowana on her feet. She staggered and held on to him for support. He dragged her to a nearby chair and bent her over it before entering her from the back. Rowana gripped the chair tightly and moaned loudly. “Yes!” She screamed. “Do not stop, my lord! Hurt me!” He was going in and out of her with such speed that Erin caught herself envying the other woman. He was moving his hips in circular motions at intervals, sending Rowana into a frenzy of wild pleasure. She was weeping with ecstasy and begging Nikjin for more.

“Thanks, but no thanks. I prefer the smell of fresh air lately. Could you free up your schedule for my birthday? I have some activities in mind, and I want you to join me.” He nodded, his voice full of affection. “Of course. Whatever you say, darling.” That night, I tossed and turned in bed. Victor’s arm was tightly wrapped around me. When I carefully tried to break free, something fell from his pocket and rolled onto the carpet. I picked it up. It was a lipstick. It had a black shell with embossed gold edges, and it was a bright red that I was very familiar with. It was Summer’s favorite color. Countless people had asked her where she bought that color, but she just smiled and said it was h

Eventually, with my arms full, I found Nicholas still in the fantasy section. He was engrossed in a thick hardcover, his brow furrowed in concentration. “Find something good?” I asked, approaching him. “Possibly. But I think you might like this one.” He handed me a paperback with an image of a woman wielding a sword on the front. I read the title aloud. “‘The Lycan Chronicles.’ Hmm, never heard of it.” “It’s a fantasy series,” he explained, still flipping through his own book. “Great world-building, complex characters...” He glanced up and smirked. “Plus, it has some... steamy scenes.”

Because if I opened my mouth I was scared Daniel’s voice would come out of it. We drove around with no real plan—windows down, music up, the three of us yelling half the lyrics. Somebody’s hands were always on somebody else. Mia’s thigh pressed against mine. Jordyn’s fingers kept finding the back of my neck. Normal. Safe. The kind of touch that used to be enough. It wasn’t enough tonight. Every time the car took a corner I felt the ghost of Daniel’s cock under me again. Thick. Hard. The way he’d said princess like he already owned the word. My nipples tightened against my bra for no reason at all. I crossed my arms over my chest and drank more.