Oh No! They're Salivating Over Me Novels & Stories

I said sarcastically. “Oh, sweet peach, we want to cause you all kinds of trouble. I bet you would look good naked and, on my cock, sweetheart.” Disgusting. “Pass. You don’t even look like you bathe or brush your teeth. Definitely not my type.” I said, laughing mockingly. They start growling at me. I know they are wolves, but then my instincts of a wolf are something I’ve always had. As they circle around me, I see the lust in their eyes. Nope. Not today.

“Don’t act like you don’t enjoy the attention.” I turned slowly, letting my gaze sweep over them—cold, commanding, a silent warning. “I’m not interested,” I growled, the sound a near-rumble in my chest. The air thickened, their laughter faltering as instinct kicked in. They felt it—the edge of something feral. One tried again, bold enough to trail her nails along my wrist.

Still, he could easily overpower me, so I am keeping my guard up. “Oooh, did I strike a nerve? I like the feisty ones. Why don’t you just give in? I know you want it,” he says as he licks his lips in satisfied anticipation. What is it with some men? Thinking if they give you just the slightest bit of attention, you’ll drop your panties and bend over for them. Ugh. Gross.

Yes_you_suck GEEZ, SOPH, DON'T E JUDGEMENTAL. I_pooped SORRY, I CAN'T HELP IT. Noah's wifey STILL, WHATEVER. YOU ALL ARE COMING, RIGHT? Cereal_killer DUH. I AM COMING FOR THE FOOD. I_pooped AND, I AM COMING TO SEE THE ASSHAT IN PERSON. Yes_you_suck UM, I AM COMING FOR MY SHIP NOE. Noah's wifey

“You don’t mind how gruff I am?” “You’re not gruff.” “We like you’re growling.” “It makes us feel … delicious.” Well, I do know they like my growling. Every time I do it, they practically orgasm on the spot. I hold out my hands and they land on them, standing in a line. “Who’s first?” I growl, sending them into a tizzy. “Oh, me!” Daisy says, flitting forward. The others wait while I slowly lick her glowing body from toes to hairline.

With a Cheshire cat grin, Vivaldi proudly proclaims, "You heard it here first. Chloe is my girlfriend." All mouths gape in bewilderment, except for mine. I know Vivaldi must have Chloe under his Vampiric mind control. The room falls silent; everyone freezes, bug-eyed. You could've heard a pin drop. Suddenly, Scarlett bursts out laughing, her amusement shattering the silence. "Oh, come on!" she cries out, voice laden with disbelief. "That's got to be the most absurd thing to ever leave your mouth!"

When last did I even eat? My jaws ache from salivating. I tell myself I'll just fight off the fork-wielding vampires and familiars. Anything as long as I can find the source of this delicious smell. I am not even bothered by the humans I bump up against on the narrow pavements beside the city streets. For their part, they don't even seem to see me. Always busy, looking ahead, looking down, looking back, looking up. But never forward. Rain pours down and soaks my clothes. The humans cover their heads and scurry for cover. I stick out my tongue and lap at the raindrops. The cool sweet water cools my throat, slakes my thirst.

He started licking the honey off me like a hungry dog licking a bone Me : Ahhh , ahhh , Tachengetwa ! Nyasha ! mmm Nyasha : Continue moaning like that then tomorrow you won't be able to get out of the bed He ate me as if he was eating his birthday cake , the moment was just out of this world . Nyasha : Condom

I held his hand tight. His eyes flashed a bright yellow for a second, instantly shutting those dogs up. "Someone could have seen you!" I scolded him. "Those dogs feel threatened by wolves, useless creatures." "Salty," I chuckled, "I think they're cute." "They're nothing short of disgusting." He shrugged and scoffed, "anyways, how about some snacks while we wait by the pool?" "Deal."

She sounds so gleeful that I feel bad about not being excited. "Absolutely. I can't wait". I hope I sound happy enough. They pull out a seat for me around the small, round table and I sit, crossing my legs at the ankles as they wheel in two tall mannequins sporting wrapped packages over their dressing. I stare at them curiously.