Novel Chains Novels & Stories

His thumb rubbed my clit in steady circles. I whispered "Please..." It came out more like a moan. My hips tried to move but the chains held me. "Are you asking me to begin mmm" His face buried back in my pussy licking everywhere. Then he looked up at me, eyes dark and hungry. "Beg me." His tongue went flat licking all the way from my hole to my clit. One long slow drag. I moaned out loudly. My head falling back. His eyes full of need. My hands grabbed his hair as much as the chains let me. He sucked my clit and his tongue flickered fast on my wet cunt.

*** The End *** *** Here end In The Chains of the Alpha. Thank you for reading this story and I hope you have enjoyed it. As I said a few chapters ago. This story isn’t fully over. There are other Toronto Alphas to introduce you to. Alpha Danvers will get his own story and that’s where you’ll find the search for his sister continues. The novel is tentatively called “A Little Magic for Alpha Kole.” If you’d like to read more about other characters who appear in this novel. You can find Alpha Wolversen and his family in His Brother’s Mate/A Black River Pack Yule, and Hell Hounds. You’ll find all novels only on GoodNovel. Alpha Richards’ story is found in My CEO Alpha. If you enjoyed reading th

-"Helion?! Please stop! You are hurting yourself." -"Oh my God, this is not good." "Anyone with water?!" Most were trying to help while some just stared blankly. Everyone acting according to their reaction towards panic. My muscles became stiff as if my tendons was growing apart from my bones, the chains got hotter by the minute but I couldn't decipher which was burning up; my hands or the chains? There was a rush of strength in me, I couldn't contain my being. In the next minute, the chains clamping my wrists began to glow. A cobalt-blue rays as though it was being subjected to an oxy-ethylene fire except it was without oxygen.

Torches, or something functionally equivalent to torches, at intervals along the walls. They set me down on the stone floor and the chains came from somewhere that had clearly been prepared in advance, and the cold of the metal was the first thing and the sound of the locks engaging was the second thing and the third thing was the absolute, specific realisation that I was chained to the floor of a cave.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

But the chain on her neck kept sparking. E & R The End

The End. Read my new beginning novel: Forever Mine First chapters are up now