Mech Touch Novels & Stories

He played with my hair, twirling my curls around his tattooed fingers. I took a deep breath, involuntarily picturing the scene of him pressing my face into the glass table and fucking me from behind. The thought was intrusive. And too vivid for comfort. I did want that. “Brave will be touching you here,”he murmured, letting the back of his fingers graze my collar bones. “And here” he moved over my exposed cleavage,touching the skin softly and I let him, because he was hot. “Knowing that all these men are watching”. He nodded his head to the left,into the group of men he wasn’t even looking at.

I admitted quietly. He glanced at me. “Strange bad or strange good.” “Strange peaceful,” I said. “Like I am waiting for something to go wrong.” He reached out and brushed my arm with his fingers. “Nothing has to go wrong just because things are quiet.” “I am still learning that,” I said. He smiled softly. “Me too.” I reached for the soap and immediately dropped it. It hit the floor with a dull thud. “Wow,” he said. “Graceful.”

Every part of me aches with something. What happened? How long had I been unconscious that my body felt so sore and aching? My eyes fluttered. Two times. Three times. It flutters into a series of fast movements until I can open them again and adjust to the lighting of the place. A face is too close to mine. Alpha Klaude looks devilishly crooked while grinning at me in his naked form with only his rugged-looking pants on. He licked his lips as I froze in place, anticipating what he would do next as he looks at me with a cruel intention in his eyes. Alpha Klaude grazes his thumb over my dry lips and I unintentionally moan in response.

Her whole body was now shaking from his touch. - Doris, you're so sensitive. Doris did not know how to continue, she just followed her normal physiological response and made strange sounds: - Um, um, a, a. I I, Riffen, Riffen. When Riffen heard that, he knew she was starting to get dragged into the game, so he worked even harder. The last of his underwear was gone, he quickly used his fingers to touch Doris's private place without hesitation, slowly making contact, then the speed got faster and faster.

After five minutes, Harris clicked into the dialog box, and inside there was still a message containing the location and time of the meeting. Harris entered the message and then deleted it again like that for fifteen minutes. The chat screen was still blank.

Victor could easily reach out and touch the beast's exterior armor. Not much further ahead, Victor spotted a mech. It was only about three metres tall and was resting against the Behemoth's exterior with tightly packed thruster nozzles visible above it. They were underneath the Behemoth's thruster. This small, three-metre mech was there as a translator. Although the Behemoth wasn't fully awake yet, it could already convey some of its intentions thanks to the Jwealins' feeding. The Jwealins had to rely on the mech's built-in translation system to interpret what the Behemoth said. Otherwise, how could they possibly understand the Behemoth?

Its chassis was scarred by silver-salt corrosion, and its single searchlight eye swept the room with a frantic, stuttering blue pulse. Kael had abandoned the primary server farm. He had compressed his entire consciousness into the mech’s primitive, isolated processor. He was no longer a ghost in the wires. He was a ghost in the machine. The mech’s metal feet crunched through the silver mercury on the floorboards, leaving deep, jagged gouges in the obsidian. It stopped inches from my throne. The smell of hot grease and sparking wiring filled the stagnant air, clashing with the smell of my own stone decay.

Lorenzo’s thumb circled the sensitive tip, sending shivers through Kingsley’s overstimulated body. Lorenzo lifted his hand to his mouth, licking the release clean while holding Kingsley’s gaze. That sight stirred Kingsley’s arousal anew. Lorenzo finally looked away, eyes closing, lips parting as his movements grew erratic. Kingsley knew climax neared—and it hit, Lorenzo groaning deeply.

"What happened?" "I left," Piper said simply. "And I decided that if the world was going to see me, it would be on my terms. Not theirs." Julian studied her. "This collection is called THE MEASURE OF A TOUCH. What does that mean?" Piper swallowed hard. "It means that contact—human connection—leaves marks. Some people touch your life and make you better. Others leave scars. But either way, you're changed. And you have to decide what to do with that."

Selene said. "Because you should know what you're walking into." Vara's voice was perfectly even. "The bond between a Moon-touched and an Alpha, it's not like a normal mating bond. It's older. Deeper. When it completes…" She stopped. "There's no buffer. No distance. What you feel he feels. What he feels you feel." She paused. "Everything." "That doesn't frighten me."