Moan My Name Novels & Stories

Moon attempted to smirk, but his look was too anxious, as it darted between the younger Alpha and me. I scowled at Moon. “And I take it you picked something up, after you ditched me at our wedding?” “Someone,” Moon hissed, although his expression softened, as he forced himself to smile at the teenage Alpha. “Moon says that you’ll allow me to say my secret name.” The Alpha tilted up his chin with the same defiance as Moon had in the REJECT cell. “It’s Moth.”

I gulped, running my hands through my hair as I turned around, ready to leave just as quietly as I had walked in until she did the thing that shocked me the most. She moaned my name. I paused, turning around and staring at her as she lifted her hips off the need once again. I must have heard wrong. I shook my head. I must have heard her wrong. It couldn’t have been my name. “Alaric,” she moaned again just as I was going to the door. I blinked. I didn’t hear her wrong. Nah this was real. She moaned my name. She was touching herself while thinking about me.

Horses were lined around the field and several round bales of hay stood further up ahead. "You may, my Gabrielle." Mammon answered. "I don't know if I can ask, but what is your chosen name?" I asked him. I don't know why, but I was curious about what it was. He grinned. "My chosen name is Micah." He answered. "Shut the fuck up." I said in shock. He looked at me. First angry, but then curious. I just realized I cursed at him.

The thought of being right thrills as much as it terrifies me of what this might all mean. I join the band of misfits, but stay a distance off however, in case I change my mind or there's more trouble than I'm willing to compensate for. My turn comes relatively quickly and I find myself whispering a prayer to whatever deity decides to listen. "Name?" The gatekeeper barks at me, eyes straight ahead as if he doesn't care remotely what I look like. "A... Ammoy," I stammered out. "Last name, lady," "Carter,"

I moaned softly, throwing my head backwards. * * *

A loud moan escaped from deep within me, echoing through the room. "Yes, babe... Moan for me louder," he breathed, his words mingling with mine as our mouths remained connected. The sensation sent waves of pleasure coursing through my body, causing my stomach to clench in ecstasy. His tongue miraculously glides along my throat, I can feel the gentle nip of his teeth as he sucks and grazes over that sensitive spot. I try to stifle my moan, but the moment he sucks hard on my G spot, I lose all control. A loud, unrestrained moan escapes from deep within me, echoing through the room. My body arches up in response, and I can hear the heavy pounding of my heart, my breath becoming labored.

Tony remarked. “Yeah, you have no idea how much of a relief that is. Just hearing his name sickens me. I don’t know how I’m going to spend six months with this lunatic and not go totally insane.” Moira said. She spoke passionately but with a low voice. “It sounds like you’re whispering; where are you right now?” Tony asked.

A sound that didn't belong to the peaceful night air. A moan. Soft, breathy, distinctly feminine. Coming from the direction of Penthouse A. What the fuck?

“Shut up, you skinny bitch! Can’t you see I’m moaning?! Moaning— Mooooooaning!” I yelled.

Still, I said, "so what? You had a front row in enjoying my breakup and now you are thinking of Stephanie's little sad love story?" "Nah. Besides, I know sad - That is not it. I am the guy whose name is Hawk Moose. I mean, when you are named after a bird and a deer, the least a boy could hope for is a cool middle name. But that one's actually worse - Gary. So, it is actually Hawk Gary Moose. Do you know what it feels like to wake up every day and think, jeez, why did my parents hate me so much? I share a name with Sponge bob's snail."