Lesbian Regency Romance Novels Novels & Stories

I tilted my head sideways so I could read the block letters scrawled across the paper hanging from Margaret's hand - Under 18 Rejected Players. Great.

Jake’s childhood bedroom door was cracked open. Greg laid her down gently on the comforter, the one Jake had had since high school. He towered over her, peeling off his T-shirt, revealing a toned chest with a trail of silver hair leading down. “Look at you,” he said, voice thick. “So beautiful when you’re angry.” She spread her legs wide, dress bunched at her waist, black lace thong soaked. “Touch me,” she begged. “Make me forget his name.” Greg knelt between her thighs, hooking his fingers in her thong and ripping it off.

“You will take everything I give you.” My thighs pressed together instinctively. Heat flooded my core at the raw authority in that voice. I stopped beside the door, barely breathing, listening as Lord Blackwood fucked the woman with relentless intensity. Her cries grew louder, more desperate, until they peaked in a broken scream of pleasure. I stood there trembling, my pussy throbbing, shame and arousal warring inside me. Only when the sounds finally quieted did I slip away like the invisible girl I was supposed to be. Back in my room, I lay on the bed, replaying every moan, every growled command in my mind.

As if being in the hands of the Commandant wasn’t enough, she was now in the room of Chairman Laude where the amenities were better but her basic function of pleasing a man’s desire for sexual gratification remained the same. She recalled seeing the actress Margie Alonzo in the cell next to her when she was thrown in the cellar as punishment after she scratched the Commandant’s face during a routinary encounter where he was a bit more sadistic. The basement had been reserved for women with physical assets and groomed as candidates for sex slavery under the care of officials with the highest positions in the regime. She was eventually escorted out of the cell where Rachel would soon occupy. I

She didn't pull away; instead, she leaned into my space, pulling me closer until our lips met in a deep, wet kiss. We clung to each other, our tongues tangling frantically while the two dominant men violently claimed our bodies. The office was filled with the deafening, frantic sounds of skin slapping against skin, loud moans, and heavy, animalistic grunts as both the Alpha and the Beta worked us into the desk, driving the entire room into a state of pure, shameless madness.

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On the screen, the grand sanctuary stood magnificent and majestic, with thousands of werewolves bowing in submission. Silas, dressed in ceremonial attire, had shed his usual languid demeanor. And standing across from him was Heather. She wore the Luna Queen's robes, a crown upon her head, looking breathtakingly beautiful. Under the gaze of the entire werewolf nation, the exalted Alpha King Silas—someone even Claude had to look up to—knelt on one knee. He then lifted her hand and kissed her fingertips. The camera zoomed in. Across the forum, comments flooded the screen with blessings.

she whispered. Elena took her time undressing me fully, though I wore only the memory of the night before. Her mouth followed the path of her hands, lingering on my breasts, then my stomach, then the sensitive insides of my thighs. By the time she reached my center I was aching. She parted me with her fingers and licked with the same careful attention I had given her, building me slowly. One finger, then two, thrusting in a steady rhythm while her tongue worked my clit. The pleasure climbed in tight waves. When she added a third finger and sucked harder I broke, coming with a sharp cry, hips rising against her mouth.

“I did. She deserved it.” Victoria looked into Alex’s eyes and said, “Maybe I did deserve it! My werewolf senses made me fall in love with someone I couldn’t have! She calls me the ‘side lover’.” Alex held Victoria tighter. “But I want to let you know, Alex. Whether you are the Alpha King or a poor wolf, I will be by your side forever. Unlike someone else. Nothing can separate us. I don’t care if I can be the Luna Queen!” Victoria glanced at me.

Then Isabella pulled out carefully, removed the strap-on, and settled between my legs one more time. This time her tongue was slow and thorough, licking me clean, sucking gently on my oversensitive clit until I twitched and whimpered. Afterward we lay in the dark, sweaty and quiet. Isabella’s fingers traced slow patterns on my stomach. “This can’t happen in the house again. It’s too risky.” I turned my head to look at her. My body felt used and perfect and already craving more. “Then where?” Isabella was quiet for a while. Then she said, “There’s a place I stay when I come into the city for work. A small apartment, no one else has the key. Tomorrow, after Chloe goes out with her friends, I’l