More Than One Night Novels & Stories

They positioned me on all fours, Liam behind, Drew in front, my mouth and pussy both filled, used, loved, owned. I shattered again. And again. Until there was nothing left but their touch and my moans echoing off the walls. ⸻ Afterward, I lay between them, sweat-slicked and boneless, their chests rising and falling on either side of me. No one spoke for a long time. Then Liam said, “That was supposed to be just one night.” Drew turned his head toward me. “But one night’s not enough.” I looked at both of them. And whispered, “Then don’t stop.”

I could still hear them, as I grinned at my guy for that night. Then, our girls' night became a weekly thing, where we would regroup every weekend and go out clubbing. Though I didn't hook up every time we went out. But when I did, I kept every one-night stand as strict as my work. No attachments and no seconds. Just one night of adult-rated activities, meaning lots and lots of sex. Then the next day, I was back to my comfortable life of being a single mom.

he whispered, voice raw. “Not just the sex. You. All of you.” I cupped his face, tears in my eyes from pleasure and something deeper, something that scared and thrilled me. “I feel it too,” I admitted. “It’s not just fucking anymore.” He pulled me closer, kissed away the tear that slipped free. “One more night,” he said. “Then we figure out what this really is.” I nodded, grinding slowly, feeling him harden inside me again. Seven nights in. One more to go.

“Oh?” “Yes. The darkness from beyond night itself wishes bad things, don’t you know?” Ralta smiled. “Then we shall crush them and their hairy pets. This time, we will be ready and will be coming for them. I do so detest being the southbound end of a northbound female dog.” ***

Just let her. It was enough—for the moment. Inside the estate, everything was still. Rachel had doubled the security for the evening, and Julian had swept access codes across all the systems. Ava couldn't sleep, however. Neither could Damian. They stood outside the girls' door long after everyone else had gone to bed. Elena had chosen to sleep in her own room. Eliana had asked her three times to share, and three times Elena had said "No thank you" with perfect politeness and no affection whatsoever.

Lexie said in a low tone, barely above a whisper into Adrian's ears. "What? How is that possible?" Adrian asked, it was obvious, that he didn't believe or understand what Lexie was saying. "Exactly, how is that possible? I don't know, Madison knows, you are really our father's son, I can't even argue it with you, I wonder how many more children you have outside after all Madison was just a one-night stand, a one-night pleasure before she eventually turned into a wife," Lexie smiled at me as she said to Adrian.

After deciding to leave, I went to the Blacknight Pack's municipal office to submit my withdrawal application. "Ms. Holt," the clerk said carefully, "once you leave the pack, you'll lose all pack protection and will never be allowed to rejoin. Are you sure about this?" "I'm sure." When I stepped out of the building, a notification popped up on Instagram. "Thank you for being there for me when I'm at my weakest!" The photo beneath it showed the snowy scenery of Bhador and Mason wrapping a scarf around Eira.

She had been awake for the last hour, stubbornly courting sleep, angrily refusing to allow her thoughts to take control, to force her to remember. She was too hyped up for sleep, too afraid to sleep just in case she... She what? Dreamed of Roth? She looked across at the desk in front of the window. One of the small pleasures of living in the depths of the country was that one did not need to close the curtains at night. There was nothing She liked more than being able to see the night sky.

On the eighth night, the night before the seventy-five, Liam had me on the wide bed overlooking the black water. He fucked me with deep, angled strokes, one of my legs hooked over his shoulder, his mouth near my ear. The wet sound of his cock moving through everything the four Primaries had left in me that day was continuous and filthy. His fingers rubbed my clit in tight, slick circles until I was shaking and moaning his name. “Tomorrow it’s seventy-five,” he said, voice rough. “More than before. Four Primaries holding extended turns inside it. They’re going to leave you wrecked open. And I’m still going to be the one who puts it back in when they’re finished.”

As I thought of so many offenses Lady Archer has committed so far, my cock perked. This sinful thing, why is it perking here in front of these people? I pinched it. 'Behave, boy, we will deal with her tonight.' I counted the offenses and 3 which means 3 rounds for the night, well let me make it 4 I slept alone yesterday. “Okay princess, does she know?” My dad asked. Who knows what? Right! My perky cock caused me to miss the whole damn conversation, right? Now what? Who knows what? I thought to myself, fuck; I missed everything.