My Best Friend Brother Shouldn't Know How I Taste Novels & Stories

He pulled me aside with a tight expression, “We need to keep the mate bond secret. No one can know, not your mother and most especially not your brothers.” “Why?” I asked. “Because your family just got you back after nineteen years. Because you’re a princess and I’m just a Beta. I am your brothers’ best friend and…this isn’t right. Because everything is complicated enough without adding—” He gestured between us. “This.” Just a Beta. “Fine,” I said, pulling away from his touch. “Whatever.” “At the next full moon.” He caught my wrist gently. “We will reject the mate bond completely. Because this is like a taboo that cannot happen.”

“Cramps don’t explain the way you’re acting. Besides you were about to tell me something before Taylor walked it .The awkward silences. The fact that you can’t even look Mason in the eye without blushing.” “I’m not blushing,” Ava mumbled, eyes darting out the window.I just wanted to tell you my cousin sister would be staying with me for some weeks “You are. You’ve been weird since that night. Don’t lie to me, Ava. You’re my best friend. I know when something’s up.” Ava sighed, debating whether to tell the truth. Sophia wasn’t just curious, she was genuinely concerned. Still, it was complicated. How do you admit to kissing your best friend’s brother?or having his cock in your mouth

He blinked as he felt something roll down the side of his temple down to his lips. Some of the liquid slipped into his mouth, making him taste what it was. “Why?” He asked weakly. He knew the taste, the sickening, bitter, metallic taste of blood. “Why? You dumbass were trying to run away.” Harvey stated “Oh, this is your brother—” “Watch it, babe; don’t call this thing my brother. I showed you what he was doing in that video.” She leaned closer to him and laughed at his face. “Oh, why the faggot?” Placing her hands on his thigh, she tilted her head at him.

I guess it's too late to back down now. “Yes. Can I?” I was no saint, I loved sex and I had no qualms doing it with my former best friend's brother, keyword, former. And I would definitely not pass on this chance to hold my boss’s dick in my palms. Besides, his younger brother had broken my heart, I would take this as a form of compensation. The corner of Nathaniel's lips pulled into a smirk. “Of course.” He turned around and walked towards the desk, leaning on it slightly. “Have your fill.”

I wheeze, clutching my hands over my chest. Caleb nods. "Because, I mean... if your brother ever found out about this..." "Stop," I cut in. "Caleb, stop talking." "What will your brother say or do when he finds out you have a silly little crush on his best friend?" Caleb teases. "Actually, knowing Noah, it’s probably way more than just a silly little crush, isn't it?"

Just the mention of Thorne’s name makes my pulse spike and my heart skip. Fucking hell. I still hate him. Thorne Xandros was my brother’s best friend and the first man I ever have a crush on. But Alec always reminded me that Thorne is like our brother. He always smacked Thorne on the head if Thorne looked at me longer than he should. “She’s our sister, Thorne. Don’t forget that,” Alec always said to Thorne in situations like that. But I never wanted to be a sister to Thorne. I wanted something intimate.

he admitted, and the simple honesty of his response caught me off guard, "but I'd like the chance to." I looked away, staring at the moonlight scattered across the water because looking at him had suddenly become far too difficult. He had no right to say things like that to me, not when he knew how complicated everything was, not when Calla was my best friend, and certainly not when he had spent so much time teaching me that allowing myself to care about him was a dangerous mistake. "You're Calla's brother," I whispered. "I know." "She's my best friend." "I know that too."

You could ask me if I’m in love with my brother’s best friend and I would tell you with a straight face absolutely fucking not. Kane Wilder is my brother Landon’s best friend, a.k.a a pain in my fucking ass. I met him for the first time when I was six.

"And you can't choose whom I choose to love just because you're my brother." Vincent sucked in a huge breath. "I've been betrayed before, Morty! Do you know how hard that broke me? And for what reason? Because I was too good! Too good, Morty! There's no such thing as love-especially not from a fûck-ass guy like Klaus!" If there had been a wall beside him, Vincent would have punched it. "He's your best friend!" Morticia shouted. "That's the point! He was my best friend. My fucking brother, the one I trusted. He crossed the line. You both did!"

he says, murmuring the last part in my ear. “I don’t know if I could take it,” I say, remembering the feeling of my body and my soul separating as if I had become two entities. “You can take it. You were made for me, remember? But, I’ll try to not get so enamored with your taste that I stop paying attention to your breathing and heart rate.” I turn and look at him over my shoulder, seeing the earnestness in his eyes. “Did I really taste that good to you?” His eyes close and he moans loudly. “Do you remember my sister saying that my brothers and I have a fruit fetish?”