Paranormal Romance Novels For Adults の小説・ストーリー

(Teen Romance) Beautiful Adeline: A Mafia Romance (Dark Romance) I Still Hate You (BxB, BL, MxM, LGBQT Romance) All For the Money (Erotic Romance) His Girlfriend's Brother (BxB, BL, MxM, LGBQT Romance) Marina (Mystery/Thriller)

My library professor whose deep commanding voice made my thighs clench during lectures. The man I’d fantasized about bending me over these very tables and fucking me senseless until I can’t remember my name. I opened the book, and the dedication page read: For those who crave quiet darkness.” My breath hitched. I flipped to the next page and started reading. “She knelt before him in the silence of stacks, skirts pushed high, panties already soaked. “Read it out,” He ordered. “Every filthy word, while I taste how wet you’ve become for me.”

I could feel their disapproval like a chill wind, but the mate mark on my chest glowed brighter, pulsing with shared power that defied both groups. James pulled me closer on the mossy ground, his hands roaming over my body with renewed hunger. He kissed my neck where his bite had marked me, his tongue soothing the tender skin while his fingers found my wet pussy again. I spread my legs for him, inviting the next wave of energy exchange. His cock, thick and ready, pressed against my entrance once more, sliding in with a slow, deliberate push that made me arch and moan. We moved together in a rhythm that built the magic, each thrust sending waves of heat through the bond.

I fist his hair, rock my hips, press closer, and tug on him. "Oh damn," he moans, burying his face further between my legs, his tongue doing evil, wicked, and wonderful things to my pussy. “Yes, oh God, yes, Mr. Walker. Eat my pussy.” I remember now that Amber and Jenny said he liked dirty talk, too. Liked telling them how bad they were. And fuck if that isn’t one of the big things that has been a feature in all of my fantasies. “I’m such a bad girl, Mr. Walker. Lick your dirty slut.”

A dragon in human form, scales visible along her shoulders. "The one who will destroy us all," mutters a third. A werewolf with scarred features and eyes that have seen too much. Vess leads us to a tower at the heart of the city. It rises from the ground like something alive. The entrance is marked with paranormal symbols that shift and change when we approach. Inside, the tower is vast. Open. Circular. And occupied by beings that make Adrian's grip on my hand go white-knuckled. At least fifty paranormals stand arranged in a circle. Some I recognize from legend. Some I've heard whispered about in paranormal networks. All of them ancient. All of them powerful.

She had a late sociology lab; I was done by one. Friday afternoons were my sanctuary. The only time the house was empty, silent, and completely mine. And I had a ritual. It started a month ago. I'd ordered my first real adult magazine online, discreetly shipped in plain packaging. 'Sinful Nights. It felt like holding contraband. This wasn't the soft-focus suggestive stuff; this was graphic, explicit, a window into a world of unapologetic lust. In our digital age, it felt strangely more intimate, more dangerous, than just pulling up a site.

Too familiar. My heart slammed against my ribs. My knees weakening. No. I didn’t want to believe it. I didn’t want to open that door. But my body moved anyway like it had a mind of its own. I pushed the door open. And there they were, Francis and Aileen. Naked. Entwined. Fucking like they’d done it a hundred times before. My breath caught in my throat. I couldn’t move. Couldn’t blink. The world tilted around me, and everything I thought I knew crashed in one sickening moment.

The double penetration, the fullness in my mouth and cunt, the way they moved together, it was intense. I was dripping and soaked and my own arousal leaked down my thighs. Devon pulled out, his cock glistening with my spit. He leaned forward, pushing my dress down to bare my breasts. “Now for these,” he said, and his mouth closed over one nipple, sucking hard as his teeth grazed the sensitive peak. I cried out, the sound muffled against nothing. Hans seized the moment and kissed me. I kissed him back, drawing his lower lip between mine as he bit gently into my upper lip. The sensation doubled. Mitch fucking my cunt, Devon sucking my tits and Hans kissing me.

Chapter 4 Scarlett's POV If someone, even a psychic with a crystal ball, had told me this morning that by afternoon I’d have the hottest man in the city on his knees, his head buried between my thighs, devouring me like I was his last meal, I’d have laughed in their face. Dismissed it as nonsense, something too far fetched to even even consider, especially since things like this just did not happen to someone like me. Yet here I was, sprawled on the leather chaise in Blackwell Ashford’s private lounge, legs spread wide over his shoulders, fingers tangled in his hair, still trembling from the orgasm that had just torn through me.

Thank you for reading Wolfbane. This now begins book 2 of the series, Wolfblood, which introduces some new characters and also continues Jasmine and Blake's story. Please note that this book is quite a bit darker than the first one, and contains some triggers, but I hope you will enjoy it anyway! Happy reading! *** TALIA