Naughty Nooners Novels & Stories

Adrian Boys’ night is a lie. It’s never about the games, never about the drinks, and definitely never about “just catching up.” It’s about sitting in a room with other men who know too much about you and waiting to see who cracks first. Tonight, it’s at Noah’s place. “Uncle Adrian!” Nova’s small body collides with mine the second I step into Noah’s house, nearly knocking the air out of my lungs. I laugh as I steady us both. “Hey, whirlwind.”

I watched the swing and sway of half-naked girls in short skirts and the raucous, hormonal males stumble and party, drunkenly from room to room. Being a teen, I may not have found this so bad if I had some friends here, or wasn’t being threatened. I was isolated to a corner of the room and directly across from me I could see Noah surrounded by other kids though he didn’t seem to be paying much attention to them. Instead his gaze would find its way back to me. I’m sure if he gave his group much attention he would notice the hot brunette, who I was sure was one of the girls checking him out everytime he got to school.

"We don't knock anymore?" "We did knock!" Noah announced proudly, bouncing on the mattress. "You didn't answer and we came in," Nia added, jumping right onto Spencer's stomach. "That defeats the entire purpose," Spencer muttered, wincing as another tiny knee landed somewhere unfortunate. I laughed, pushing myself up. "Good morning, my little monsters." "Morning!" they chorused, climbing all over us like we were some human jungle gyms. Nia planted a sloppy kiss on my cheek as her arms wrapped around my neck. "We're hungry."

The doors slid open to reveal the dimly lit corridor of B3. Aris felt a sudden, icy draft. B3 was a place no living person visited at this hour. It was the "Cold Room." The Morgue. Standing directly in front of the open doors was a little girl. She couldn't have been more than seven or eight years old. She wore a white cotton nightgown that was slightly too large for her thin frame. Her hair was lank, obscuring her face as she stood with her head bowed, staring at her bare, pale feet.

I still haven't had any contact with my mom and I'm fine with that. Rena and Phillip passed on. We all had a hard time processing it but we know that they are in a better place now. Blade and Nathan are 24 now. They both found their mates and are going to be joining us tonight. Our family has grown so much over the past 17 years and I couldn't have asked for anything better. "Mason, I need to borrow you. Call Aiden as well." I says and walk to the twins room. They come in after me and I sit on one of the beds.

The newcomers seemed intent on ignoring the presence of Nightfall, beyond the occasional frosty glare when they thought no one was watching, though they were anything but subtle. Laila, Cole, and Finn seemed oblivious to the disdain from the Sapphire Coast Betas, chatting and laughing happily. They seemed to carry a vibrant, playful energy wherever they went, and now was no different. Saxon and Haden seemed to be caught in something of a balancing act, however. The more attention they gave to the Nightfall leaders, the more unhappy Noah and Brayden seemed to become. And the more unhappy they became, the more Cole and Finn seemed to seek attention with their playful antics.

“He really did that!” Gia cried, hurrying over to snatch her phone from the center table in her living room. Checking out the tenants' chat group, she saw photos of her last night's outfit pinned on the chat. Crazy comments from co-tenants read, *Shameless* *We can’t have our kids and this sex toy live under the same roof* *Kick her out!* The caption on her photo read *Indecent Dress Code Violated By Gia Anderson Again*

The black lingerie that was originally in the closet, I took after cleaning the body in the bathroom. The smell of soap residue so thick, a mixture of sandalwood and rose flowers so attached. Both my eyes looked at the lingerie in front of me; then I decided to wear it exactly at 21:00. I don't intend to leave the room after this anyway because the day has been full of activities, and tonight, I intend to go to bed early. Yes, all the lingerie fit me well. But the black color looks better and makes my skin look even fairer. I quickly put on the thigh-length outfit.

It honestly doesn’t hurt the person I am feeding off on, in fact it actually increases their own pleasure. I scream as another orgasm racks my body and then I fall in a heap, both Onyx and I fully satiated and wonderfully exhausted. Nolan withdraws from me, and lays next to me, pulling me to him with my head on his shoulder. He kisses my forehead and I eventually fall asleep thinking how good it is that we don’t even need words, we just understand each other. I wake up feeling rejuvenated and looking at the alarm clock on the night stand, I see I’ve been asleep for only two hours. Nolan was still out cold so I got out of bed and put on my robe.

At our ten-year mating anniversary banquet, every eye was on me—mocking, bored, waiting for the meltdown. "She won't break the bond. I'll put a million on it." "Make that five." "Ten million says she chickens out again." Breaking the bond with Bruce had basically turned into the pack's favorite sport. Every year, same game. Higher bets. Bigger laughs. Some were hoping I'd finally grow a spine. Most just liked watching me crash and burn.