Reeling Him In Novels & Stories

Reeling, Hunter caught his balance just long enough to slam her into the ground. A pained grunt escaped her before she could stop it. But she didn't skip a beat, sweeping her leg out to take his feet from under him. He hit the dirt beside her with a choked, "Fuck." Before he knew what was happening, she was up and his arms twisted behind him. It was clean, it was tight, and it was a textbook submission hold. The point should have gone to her and everyone knew it.

Every muscle in his body screamed at him to get out, but the poison in his system made him feel like he was moving underwater. Reid noticed. He always noticed. “Going somewhere?” Julian’s lips parted, but before he could answer, Reid’s hand clamped lightly, too lightly, on his shoulder, the touch deceptively casual. “Relax, Julian. You don’t want to miss the ending.” Reid’s grip on Julian’s shoulder tightened almost imperceptibly, but the pressure was enough to root him to the chair.

He positioned himself at my entrance, hesitation so evident in the tense lines of his shoulders, before he pushed forward slightly. Pulling back, he did so again, and that’s when I felt the stretch. When he did it again, a burning sensation made me press my eyes together. Two hands grabbed at mine, comforting and familiar as they gripped tightly above my head. Taide. Reigh pulled out again, sinking in further this time, pressing against a bundle of nerves that took away from the burn slightly.

He says with a smirk on his face that says he knows what I was thinking. “While you help, you will not cum.” Reed says, kissing my shoulder. “And you will not let that fun little thing slip out. I know that part should be easy for you because of that beautifully tight pussy of yours.” He adds, grabbing my hips and giving them a little shake, and I hear him chuckle in my ear. I think I have an idea as to what they have put in me, and as long as I don't move too fast I should be able to keep myself from cumming.

But the rosary was still in my hand. I felt him slipping further—his grip tightening past the edge of good, past the place where it still felt like control. Before he could fully lose himself, I yanked the beads hard. Hard enough to jerk his head forward, hard enough to hurt. The sharp pull snapped him back. His eyes refocused on mine with a jolt, wide and suddenly present again. A broken sound tore out of him—half groan, half relief—and then he came.

I stumbled back a step, my breath stuttering. “Kaelan…” my voice trembled, unable to hide my fear. “What the hell is going on? Why is Elaria Gallery turning into this? And—” Before I could finish, something unseen yanked at me from inside. My body locked up, my eyes snapping to Kaelan in pure panic. “Kaelan… why do I feel like something’s pulling me in there?” He gripped my arm, firm and unyielding, jerking me back enough to keep me upright. “Listen to me, Rhea. Focus on me. Not on that buzzing in your ears.”

Jules choked on the stretch. His body jolted, boots scraping against loose rock, arms braced against the rough wall as Reed buried every inch inside him. No warning. No mercy. Just cock and pressure and a deep, tearing fullness that made his spine curve and his mouth fall open without a sound. “Breathe,” Reed ordered again, but he was already moving. Pulling out halfway. Slamming back in. Again. Again. Harder. Deeper. Meaner.

The crowd’s roar hit them like a physical wave as Riven dragged Elowen back into the blood-stained ring by her wrist. Her legs were still shaky from the brutal fucking in the back room, and thick globs of his cum were already leaking down her inner thighs. The tiny shorts were gone Riven had ripped them off before they even stepped through the ropes. Harlan’s voice boomed over the speakers. “The Reaper claims his prize! Right here, right now!” Hundreds of eyes devoured her naked body her heavy DD tits bouncing with each step, her soaked pussy glistening under the harsh lights, cum and her own juices streaking her legs. Elowen’s face burned with shame, but her cunt throbbed with fresh need.

Of if he knows, he doesn't care. I stumble backwards, trying to give myself more time to catch my breath. The Reaper, on the other hand, sees it as the perfect opportunity to catch me off guard. He grabs me from my back holding me in a firm bear hold. I instantly crouch down, and spin to the side, before reaching out to punch him in the nuts, resulting in him releasing me from his grasp. I lunge forward and throw my elbow back to connect with his shoulder, pushing him away from me.

This was going to be ugly for me. His eyes darkened at the edges. "Try to stop me again. Just try it and see what happens." My hands fell like they'd been cut from strings. Defeat slid to the pit of my stomach and sat there. My insides pitched hard as he locked the collar around my neck, then hooked the leash to it. Fuck. Amusement moved through his eyes as he eased back into his seat and wrapped the leash once around his fist. When he pulled, I went forward without a will of my own, my chest nearly bumping his knees.