Luster A Novels & Stories

Lara had an errand to run after work at the post office, so I follow her, or well, the car came with me, so I go with her. I don’t leave the car though. My body jerks with energy when I see him. He walks up to her, his confident swagger unmistakable. My body thrums with so much energy just seeing him, almost like I had a coffee run just by seeing his face. Which is impossible. Everything seems clearer, the world is sharper, my vision comes into focus. Lara is on her defensive mode, the one that makes people think she’s rude, and scares them away. I try to read her lips from her, and a small gasp leave my mouth when I realize what she is telling him.

She was reaching the climax indicated by her arched back. Kayden glanced at her meaningfully when he saw Lydia closing her eyes upon feeling his bulge against her body. He halted near her breasts when Lydia snapped open her eyes upon hearing the sound of zipper. The woman's eyes turned golden just like Kayden's but had only one golden pupil, as Lydia looked at Kayden's meaty junior buddy!

I ask. Me and Liam are total opposites. Mainly because he looks like someone from the Arctic race, blonde haired, blue eyes and pale skin, whereas I'm warm, brunet, with brown eyes. If I am to be honest I should be the one calling him Icy, not the other way around.

I rubbed at my eyes with the back of my hand until the sting eased. Everything was still blurry through the steam, but I could make out the outline of someone standing just outside the spray. My stomach dropped. “Dave…?”

“Okay, that’s enough, Madam… please, stop drinking,” the butler, Arthur, warned softly. He reached out to steady the glass as it wobbled in Larissa's grip. Larissa didn't even look up at him, she stared at the liquid instead, watching the ice cubes swirl. "He isn't coming back tonight, is he?" Arthur hesitated, his silence more cutting than any confirmation. "It’s been six months, Arthur," she whispered, her voice filled with exhaustion. "Six months since the wedding, and..."

Louder moans threatened to escape from my lips while I tried desperately to hold them in. “So wet…so hot…” EROS murmured before he chuckled at my reactions. His fingers pulled the crotch of my panties swiftly to the side before his fingers delved into my wetness. I cried out his name before biting down hard on my lower lip. The pleasure from his fingers stroking up and down the wet slit in between my legs made my legs feel weak as I panted. Lust flooded my mind and my body as I yearned for him and the pleasure that I knew he could give me.

Luster shakes his head, completely used to my attitude. “How is a ‘I have no interest in associating myself to people who just want to leech off my name and status’ a simple ‘no’?” Luster rolled her eyes. “That was a mean way of rejecting people, just so you know.” “That’s how I simply reject them, man. You would not want to hear the mean way.” He dissolved into laughter at that as he playfully shoved me. “You are such a big jerk.” “I know,” I said, sticking up my chin.

Bridget's POV My stomach grumbled as Lorenzo walked into the yard in her flowing gown. I felt like exploding. It was Lorenzo's claiming ceremony. She was mated to Teagan, the future Alpha. She was also the destroyer with the strange power. It was always her. She always got everything. She was a cheat, a backstabber, and a wicked sister. I was going to stop her. I wanted to become the Luna and when I had achieved that, I would make her bow in front of me and lick my foot. And then, I, Luna Bridget, would make her life nothing but hell.

I murmured, sighting my error. “You don’t know a thing about or even watched the trailer?” “What’s a trailer?” “You know, a short video of the most suspenseful scenes of the movie that makes you want to watch the whole thing.” “Oh.” “I doubt you’ll be able to watch Zane’s kind of movie.” “Why?” “Because they’re usually scary and ugly, probably zombie-eating babies.” The thought of that brought a wave of nausea. “How about we don’t watch it?” I stopped in my tracks.

She should forget about her embarrassment. She lifted one leg and slung it over his shoulder as she clung even harder to his neck so that she would not fall. She saw the sudden change in his expression. His eyes seemed to be on fire as he stared at her. Does the man still feel lust even if he is no longer erected? She inadvertently moaned when his hand caressed her raised thigh. The warmth of his palms on her skin was making her feel hot. She didn't expect him to kiss her thigh.