Mega Man Heat Man Novels & Stories

To Amy, the metal man looked like a bronze statue of 2Pac if it came to life. She saw the electric light in his eyes glowing like a charging light on a smartphone. His chiseled, metallic chest resembled body armor on a gladiator. Amy’s words were stuck in her throat as she stared at 2Pac. She didn’t want to be fascinated by a robotic man wearing blue jeans. Amy tried to keep her focus on her son sitting in the metal man’s arms. She looked up at the robotic 2Pac, who towered over her. His carved titanium alloy-covered shoulder muscles shimmered from the auto factory ceiling’s lights shining down on his six-foot-four frame.

If I didn’t, he might snap from being held in check for too long. I jumped down to the ring stretching my neck under the other wolves eyes in the MMA club. “You win every match within five seconds. Do you really need to be in the club?” The man who always followed Magnus handed me a towel. “Want me to change clubs?” I glanced at him blankly. His face sank, and he immediately corrected himself, “Definitely not!” Magnus had a penchant for rare, perfect things. If I left, he’d probably grab him by the throat first.

they all greeted at the same time. “Good morning, my sons,” Magnus replied. His expression hardened as he continued. “I summoned you here because I’ve heard that Damien and Lucian are still searching for the Omega. Meanwhile, Kael has gotten over her and is planning to move on.” Damien and Lucian were shocked, though they masked it carefully. ‘I told you he could betray us,’ Lucian mind-linked Damien. ‘Well, that was shocking,’ Damien replied through the mind-link. Magnus’s gaze swept between them. “If I ever find out that Damien and Lucian are still searching, I’ll punish you both severely.”

His short black hair and sharp features rendered him flawless. Then the one to the right unsettled me most. Those narrowing eyes of his lunged for my soul. Seemingly the oldest, he watched me with a different kind of interest. Taller than the other two, his hair was dark silver and he was built more like a man who had seen many battles. Narrow waist, tight yet full pecs with evident nipples. His milky skin left him alluring, with his cock rather long and resting along the couch, settled to the left so his balls could breathe.

My breath caught in my throat. Standing right in front of me was Hudson Monette. He was the famous, star hockey player of Team America, and a literal household name. Seeing him up close, he carried an undeniable aura of power, though a shadow of grief always seemed to linger around his sharp features. Everyone knew his story, he was the illegitimate son of Hillary Monette, the legendary hockey pro who had tragically died in a horrific car accident just four years ago.

💦Shared Ride, Shared Heat💦 “Fuck, it’s hot tonight.” I fanned myself with my hand as I climbed into the back seat of the Uber Pool, the Miami night air thick and sticky even at 11:45 PM. My tight black mini dress clung to my curves, the hem riding high on my thighs from the movement. I had been out dancing with friends, but they’d paired off with guys at the club, leaving me to head back to my hotel alone.

“What are you doing here? You’re not welcome!” Loire quickly pulled her back and offered us an apologetic smile. Rhea’s eyes widened as she stared at his conciliatory expression. Standing before Loire, I recalled the twisted expression he once wore when facing me in my previous life. The merman who’d once terrified me now stood before me, subdued. And with that, I suddenly realized I didn’t seem quite so afraid anymore.

I’ve already tried everything I could think of to make this heat go away, but none of it was working. I slumped on my bed again and looked at my crotch with teary eyes. “Why won't you just settle down? You knew damn well that he doesn't want you, so why are you making this so hard for me?” I said without taking my eyes off of my crotch. If anyone saw me right now, they would probably think that I've already lost my mind. Hopefully, I was in my room, alone, which meant no one could see how I was acting like a crazy, in-heat person. “Can't you just stop fucking clenching? He doesn't want you either!” I said again when my ass clenched again, an indication that it was not even close to giving up

came a voice—low, smoke-wrapped, not at all friendly. Emery glanced up. And nearly forgot his name. The man standing in front of him was broad, sun-browned, and glowering. Ink coiled over his thick forearms where his sleeves were messily rolled. He wore a black apron low on his hips, tied sloppily. The top buttons of his white chef coat were undone, revealing a veined throat slick with the sheen of kitchen heat. A thin, white scar curved along his jawline. It made his mouth look like it never smiled.

THE HEAT BETWEEN US CHAPTER 13 Leon had just left the kitchen after giving his staff members directives and sorting the issue he came to the restaurant for. He sighted a woman struggling to get away from a man and he could just tell from her hair and body shape that she was Aria. He got angry immediately. “What the hell are you doing!” He shouted. Evan chuckled and held her hand. “Aren’t you Chef Leon? Fancy seeing you out here. Sorry for the PDA, we’re just so in love. We were about to leave.”