Luster A Novels & Stories

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.

Her eyes flickered at that. “Pervert.” “Organized pervert.” I joked. Her eyes flicked to my mouth, she bit her lip again, then took the phone from me, staring at the list like it suddenly meant more than just fun. “Outdoor… control… slow… risky…” she muttered under her breath, almost like she was imagining each one. Then her gaze lifted back to mine, softer this time, but the passion still burning underneath. “This trip…”she said slowly, “…we are actually doing all this?”

The morning dragged like slow torture. Luke no, Lila now, spent the first three hours on his hands and knees, polishing the already spotless tiled floors of Argon Graves’ private suite. The short maid skirt kept riding up with every stretch, flashing the lacy tops of his stockings and the curve of his barely-covered ass. Every time he shifted, the petticoats whispered against his thighs and the tight lace panties rubbed mercilessly against his cock. He was half-hard the entire time, aching, humiliated, and terrified someone would walk in.

He turned over and was asleep in minutes. Clara lay there in the dark, staring at the ceiling with a secret smile. Her hand slowly slid down between her legs. Her fingers found her pussy — warm, wet, and still sensitive. She touched herself gently, remembering Aiden’s thick cock, the way he made her moan, the way he filled her over and over.

He plugged in the wires and began typing code rapidly. "Where the hell is the socket?!" he muttered in frustration. I pointed below the computer, and he nodded in acknowledgement. Plugging the wire into the socket, he leaned back as the computer screen flickered with green codes. A loading window appeared, spinning round and round as it processed the information.

Leila Baker let out a deep breath as soon as Gavin Hasters walked out of the office. The air around her still held the faint trace of his cologne, a deep, musky fragrance that spoke of sophistication and wealth. She realized her hands were trembling slightly, and she clasped them together to steady herself. It wasn’t just his looks, it was more of the way his perfect eyes stood out in their blue shade, and the way he kept touching his jaw unconsciously and the way he licked his lips like three times while he was in the office and the way his perfectly chiseled chest looked in the clothes he wore. The list could go on and on. Although she could not deny how stunning he was, it was the command