One Thrust Man Novels & Stories

I smirked. Ralyne made the first move. Her pick was the man, she sped past me to where the man stood. I could see her touch his hand though, using her power of persuasion. Good thing she was far from me, I didn't want her to see me use mine. I didn't have to touch to persuade and she didn't know that. I reached deep inside my mind, looking for a connection to the female human before me and I found it, held onto it and sent the command from my mind. The woman walked to where I stood, presenting her wrist for me to sink my fangs into. The rush came quickly, I could feel the canines elongate I sank them into her soft flesh.

The man turn towards his direction , his smile fading into confusion. It happened so fast. Dante's other hand shot out, grabbed the man's wrist, and twisted. There was a sharp, ugly crack I could almost hear from here. The dealer's mouth opened in a silent scream. He fell to his knees, holding his broken arm. Dante leaned down. He whispered something in the man's ear. The man's face went from pain to pure, white terror. He looked from Dante to Elara, and then he scrambled backwards like a crab, vanishing into the dark alley, holding his arm.

With an impassive expression on his face, the black-hair man raised his hand to unbutton two of his steel-blue suit coat buttons, exposing a defined collarbone and smooth skin that gleamed under the dim glow of the nightlight. "How much longer are we going to stay here?" As if blind to the burning stares aimed at him, he emotionlessly addressed the two men. "Long Tian, just let us have a little bit of fun for once, okay? Would it kill you to just allow us to enjoy ourselves?" The brown hair guy cried in annoyance as he reflexively pinched the perky softness in his hand.

"Okay, come on, come on. Bet bet bet." And like that, the men placed their bets. Loud noise erupted as the two men began to wrestle. Dante has never sat down to watch a full wrestling match on TV, not to talk of a live one but watching it live right now, he's feeling a new type of adrenaline rush. He is the referee but he kept cheering on. Of course, his bet is on Timothy.

he growled. He didn't use any more lubricant. He relied on the slickness I had already provided and the sheer force of his own will. He drove into me with a brutal, unyielding thrust that pinned me to the stone. The combination of the level ten vibration and his massive intrusion sent me over the edge instantly. I came with a strangled cry, my release splattering across my own chest and the stone table. But Thorne wasn't finished. He began to move with a frantic, punishing rhythm, his hips slamming into mine with enough force to bruise.

Tales about the queen spoke of a caring and understanding queen and the person he saw was not even aware that those words exists, he could only hope that Penn title … the three of them title were made tales out of fear and not because they really do those things to people. Curtis straightened and turned to track where Stanley was and saw him fighting three people and holding his own well against them. He watched Stanley swing his sword at one’s neck and jammed his elbow down the chin of another as he kicked out with his last leg. He turned to take note of the high mountain, the place where Penn and Rima were designated to wait in case any escaped and he saw two of them standing there and ove

The moon watched indifferently, its light painting silver paths that led nowhere. A roar shattered the night, deeper, more furious than theirs. Bodies crashed through the underbrush, and suddenly, chaos erupted. The biggest wolf-man I'd ever seen burst from the shadows—Thorne. His form was massive, scars etching his broad chest and arms, eyes blazing gold. He didn't hesitate, slamming into the nearest scout, teeth sinking into flesh. Blood sprayed, warm droplets hitting my cheek as I huddled against a tree. The scout yelped, bones crunching under Thorne's jaws.

EMY’S POV His thrust was sudden and I threw my head back as he pushed himself in. I was so stretched and so full. He didn’t stop for a second as he moved his hips at a fast and hard pace. I was vulnerable to him as Dylan had his hands over my thighs, keeping me wide open for his brother to fuck. Thorn's fingers dug into my ass as he grabbed me and slammed me back on his length without mercy. I wanted to wrap my fingers around his neck but it didn't seem like Dylan would let me go anytime soon.

Coming with you?” "Get out of my shop," Noah demanded, his voice trembling despite his best efforts to sound authoritative. He reached blindly along the counter, his fingers wrapping around the cool, heavy iron of a large mortar. He raised it like a club. "I don't care what kind of trick you just pulled with... with that, I want you off my property!"

“Yeah, like it’s training us for more, pushing us deeper into this.” Thorne chuckled low in his throat, sitting up and running a hand through his messy hair, “I’m definitely in, last night was the best fuck I’ve ever had, even if it wasn’t all our choice, can’t wait for round two.”