Measure Of A Man Ao3 Novels & Stories

he murmured, a tinge of greed evident in his voice. The man who held me, in stark contrast to the one before me, appeared more like a beta—a member of the pack's hierarchy. However, the man confronting me exuded an irresistible aura of strength and allure. His muscular physique strained against his fitted shirt, veins tracing pathways beneath his taut skin. A necklace dangled from his neck, accentuating his chiselled jawline. He was a vision of masculine perfection, a prince among men. "Well, I beg to differ. Akira is far more suitable. She possesses the essence of a fierce warrior," the man holding me asserted from behind, his voice sending shivers down my spine, resonating through my very

One hand rests on the thigh of the man above him, fingers barely moving, like this is something he does when he's bored. His body is a map I know better than I should. The dragon climbing his left side. The scar beneath his ribs from a knife someone got close enough to use. He's built differently from Tristan, longer and leaner, but the muscle is there, dense and quiet, the kind that doesn't announce itself. His abs pull tight as the man above him shifts. I look at his cock for a second longer than I need to. "Out," I say. "All three of you."

He stared at me before smiling again, "you have no idea what I'm capable of piccolo gato." Did I hear correctly or did this man just call me a cat? God I felt so angry, I could scream. "Who do you think you're calling a c-" " -hush, he placed his hands on my mouth. We're here..." I listened to the environment, it was dead quiet. I was really at my place but, how did he manage to pass the security? I wanted to ask but then I remembered the hand on my mouth, my face went hot. I stared at him as he held my mouth, my pulse racing and my face red. I had no idea why, but he felt more visible under the moon light. I could see his face a little more closely this time and holy fuck, he looked divine.

“You’ll be paid a million dollars when the contract is signed, and another million when the three years are complete.” My eyes widened. That was more than the original offer. “This is…” I fumbled for words. Both men looked at me, waiting. “Too little?” Aaron spoke for the first time since we started talking. The man might be the devil’s right hand—or worse—but I wouldn’t deny his sheer masculinity. He stood at least 6’2", with thick black hair, hazel eyes, a straight nose with a slight crook—like it had been broken once—razor-sharp jawline, and full, kissable lips. Shame that someone who looked like that had the personality of a rabid wolf. Though, oddly enough, it seemed he saved most of th

I swallowed and continued, pressing my fingertips into the seams of his shirt to remember where each measurement ended. I counted each span silently, curling one finger into my palm after every measurement so I wouldn't forget. Azai's body went rigid beneath my touch. I barely noticed. My hands seemed to know exactly where to go, tracing the breadth of his chest before sliding down to the narrow taper of his waist. Shoulders… nearly four spans. Chest…three and some more. Waist— I paused, frowning in concentration, then measured again to be certain. Broad shoulders... such a narrow waist... he's even bigger than I thought...

I pick up my phone and pull up the email again. Three profiles. Three men. Three masks. The Gentleman. A half-mask, oni style. Elegant. Sharp. His photo shows a man with a jawline carved from patience, salt just beginning to thread through dark hair at his temples. A suit tailored like second skin. He looks like control. He smells like rules you want to break. His list: bondage, anal play, slow torture of the best kind. He likes precision over chaos. “I enjoy unwrapping a woman like a gift. Slowly. Thoroughly. I want to hear you thank me for every second of restraint.”

He is a disgusting, demented creature. As everyone took their leave to rest, I lowered myself to my knees and looked at the unconscious man lying down next to my feet. Despite looking like he went through a meat grinder, my destined mate is undeniably a beautiful man. He has a masculine, square-shaped jaw, full of thick raven-black beard and a slightly squared-shaped face framed with tousled black hair which reaches his shoulders. His hair, although now dull and full of gore from battle and battery he suffered from Malleteagan, is still giving magnificent contrast to his rosy complexion. He is not even remotely bulked up with muscles as Malleteagan is, but he is still out of ordinary tall an

I will meet the alpha then. The smell got stronger and in the middle of training I looked up and saw this gorgeous man. He was taller than everyone else. He stood about 6 ft 5 with dark hair and deep brown eyes with gold specks in them. He was the most gorgeous man I had ever seen with my own two eyes. I leaned over to April and pointed him out and told her that I thought he was the most gorgeous man I had ever seen.

Three. The door was kicked inward with a single, violent thrust. Five large men burst into the room, eyeing me like a predator eyes a meal. Then, a crushing Alpha aura flooded the space, smelling of fresh grass after a summer rain. A massive figure stepped inside. He stood seven feet tall with a razor-sharp jawline and a ruggedly handsome face. His piercing blue eyes and thick dark hair provided a striking contrast to a powerhouse physique defined by broad shoulders and a commanding presence. Dressed only in shorts, his perfectly sculpted body was drenched in blood. He looked terrifying and devilishly handsome all at once.

"It is, I know you feel it too Haven, you just need to stop fighting it. Aamon is exactly what we need, we don't need soft or gentle. You and I both know that." Aamon is six foot two and has a very hot body, he works out and there's no guy as sexy as him at school. He has baby blue eyes and silky curly brown hair that tempts me to run my fingers through it. His lips are pink and just the perfect size of plump needed in a man. He's got two small beauty spots under his right eye and a moon tattoo on his upper shoulder. The guy is a walking sex god. "Don't tell me you didn't want to f*ck him back there because i know you did as much as i, just admit it."