My Healing Touch His Obsession Novels & Stories

He said as he took her head in his hands, “Looks like you’ve knocked your head good. Close your eyes, for a moment.” “Why?” Lola asked as she looked up at the man with dark auburn hair. “So I can heal you.” He said smiling down at her, Lola felt her breath catch in her throat at his closeness. She closed her eyes, feeling his breath fan across her face. She could see sparks behind her eyelids as she felt his warm fingers probe her scalp, making the pain fade away. “Thank you,” Lola said, opening her eyes to look up at him. His golden luminescent eyes were studying her face with an intensity she wasn’t used to.

"Even before your first heat. The way you could sense others' emotions, calm them with just your presence." Mum nods. "And when you were twelve and found that injured bird in the yard, do you remember? You held it in your hands, and its broken wing began to mend." I remember. I'd thought it was normal, that everyone could feel the flow of healing energy through their fingertips. It wasn't until I saw Mum's expression that I realised it wasn't. "The healing touch is rare," Dad explains. "Even among omegas. It's... highly prize." The way he says it sends a chill through me. Not prized as in valued for helping others, but prized as in worth more at auction.

"Since I was little. I've been able to heal people by touching them while praying to The Father. It's a really cool gift!" "That's a great gift, Baby, do my other side!" He asks excitedly. I shift to his other side. Place my fingers lightly on his chin. Then lick the scratches. Repeating the prayer. When I'm done, he lays me gently on the bed under him! While he looks in the mirror at the left side of his neck, impressed. I'm panicking being under him like this. Butt-ass naked! Shivering as sweat starts pouring out of me everywhere! It's getting hard to breathe... Manny P.O.V

Her touch was impossibly cold as she guided my hands to his chest. My gaze met hers. She gave me a gentle, encouraging smile. “Feel that,” she whispered. A warm current pulsed beneath my hands—small at first, but growing, spreading outward like a ripple in a still pond. “You are a healer,” she said. “Your touch can save him.” Before I could reply, she vanished, but the heat under my palms remained, intensifying until it burst into a blinding white light. A moment later, Lex’s chest heaved. He gasped, sucking in a desperate breath.

I want to ask why my innocent question makes his pain sharp enough that I feel myself reaching out to heal him without conscious thought. Just as I place mental fingers on the most ragged of the tears to his soul, I realize what I’m doing and jerk away. If this guy—this Mack figures out what I am, he’ll tell his alpha for sure, and that’ll be it. There’ll be no leaving for me, ever. “I’m tired,” I announce before turning my head away to stare at the bookcase, even though I know it’s rude. All I can do is hope that my touch was light enough that Mack didn’t feel the beginning of my healing touch. Some shifters are so sensitive they would feel even that. I just have to hope that Mack isn’t one

He must be close! I silently beg for him to c*m on me. He leans his head back overwhelmed with pleasure. I start to feel like I was going to c*m in my panties even without being touched. After a moment more of stroking Callum as fast as I can manage, he lets out a sigh and release all over my hand. I could not help but close my eyes and sigh with pleasure getting to feel your warm, sticky c*m dripping between my fingers. I slow down my motions as you catch your breath, making sure I squeeze every drop out onto my skin before pulling my hand away. I brought my covered hand up to my face and cleaned the mess with my tongue.

I whisper yelled, moved closer to where he was, sat beside him on the couch but the huge hole at the middle was enough to keep a significant distance between us. "Why does she seem creepy?" He whisper yelled, placing his hand on my lap. The light robe caused me to feel his touch prudently enough to cause my heart to race faster and goosebumps appeared on my skin. I stiffed my body to his touch, craned my neck to look up at the ceiling via stiffed body. "Creepy?" I twittered gently, "how?" I said, a sigh escaped from me when he removed his hand from lap. I wondered why Caramel wasn't back yet. We didn't even have water for tea… what if she wanted to do something stupid?

I don’t understand why Atlas is sitting beside me on the bed, holding my hand as his scent covers me. I feel it deeply in my core—his touch is extracting something from me, and his scent is healing me. “You passed out,” Rhett says. “Why are you holding my hand?” I ask, acting like I don’t like it. No, not like I like it in that sense. What I mean is, his touch, even through with the protective gloves, is soothing and healing. “I’m extracting the infection,” he says, letting go of my hand. “Son—”

he laid on it and closed his eyes . “why do you try ? a man , strong vibrant and wild the sun God. asked the woman standing by his side looking down at the puddle of water . looking at another story unfold. this time she had weaved a different timeline, a different destiny. desperate to unite the descendants of her two sons

The only thing on Summers Hartley’s mind was revenge. Being a half-breed, she was born extremely weak and completely incapable of protecting herself or anyone, and that cost her. Her family was slaughtered, and her pack was reduced to ashes. As the Alpha heir to Silverguard pack, she swore to destroy the monsters responsible: the Bloodmoon pack. When the perfect chance for revenge arrives, she hides behind a new identity as the dying Alpha’s personal healer and enters the Bloodmoon pack. Every day she heals the pack, she has promised to destroy. Sworn to pay back the same hand, her mission is simple: poison the Alpha who murdered her people and, together with her uncle, destroy eve