Michael Afton R34 Novels & Stories

he stated sarcastically. “But it seems like you are!” I stated and looked around. “Listen, it’s cool! If you don’t want to have a tattoo, I will do it anyway!” Raf exclaimed and that man approached us. “Raf!” he screamed. “Aaron!” Raf screamed and they hugged each other. Aaron was probably in his mid forties. He had a round face, brown chocolate skin. He was well-built. His nose was flat and he had dark short hair. His eyes were hazel and big.

“Ah! Fuck!” Fenriz and I hear when we approach the mansion and make a beeline for the front door. As soon as it’s thrown open, we spot Andreas holding his hand to his chest, and it drips blood while the two blonde teenage girls hold one another. The Beta looks at Fenriz with fury blazing behind his eyes, and he growls. “She fucking bit me!” he cries out, then holds up his hand to show that it’s slowly healing. “Your fucking feral child bit me!

His chest rose and fell with a deep, rhythmic breath, his abs tightening under my gaze. Michael's movements were sharp and decisive as he yanked his shirt from his body. He was broader than Divine, his muscles a testament to years of brutal training, each one carved and honed to perfection. Standing there, shirtless and utterly dominant, they were a study in contrast but a united front in their desire. Michael reached for his belt, the metal buckle clinking sharply against the silence, his gaze locked on me. "Let's go to the bedroom," he rumbled, his voice dropping to a gravelly growl that resonated deep in my core. "I'm going to fuck the hell out of you."

Freya Even though it's already almost midnight, the surroundings were still bright because of the moonlight shining through the sky. "Let's take our clothes off, mate. We need to shift and you just have to follow me until we reached our destination." Michael commands me and I just nodded at him. I couldn't help but swallow my saliva when I saw Michael starting to take off his black blazer and white shirt exposing his muscular body to me. I can't help but bite my lower lip as I stare intently at Michael's muscular body. When Michael was about to take off his slacks, I immediately averted my eyes in the other direction, and then I decided to start undressing also. I easily took off my floral d

The four of us grew up togeather, i trust these three with my life, though i trust nearly noone else. Ri'elle is 5'8'' with dreadlocks that come down to his shoulders, he is clean shaven, with a strong angular jaw, He is fit, strong but not bulky, his eyes are amber and seem to shine in the moonlight. Micheal is 6'7'' with short blonde hair, and large ears. I know that he is strong, but he really doesnt look it. He is large, but fat by any means, but he definitly has an extra layer.

Carefully casual, but presentable. “Can I help you with anything, Alpha?” I ask softly. He whirls around from where he was unbuttoning the top of his shirt. Sun kissed skin upon his chest shows more and more before he pauses his movements. I know he’s from the Passion Pack, which lies right on the coast. I can imagine him lounging upon perfect golden beaches framing foaming aqua water. “Oh, you’re the girl who greeted us, right?” he questions, that quirk of a smile making me uneasy. “And the one who spilt Noah’s drink on his lap.”