Ron Weasley Hot の小説・ストーリー

she answered with what she trusted was a sultry smile. He chewed on the interior of his cheek as he sponsored absent a few steps and let his eyes run over her whole body. Bronaugh held her breath as he took his time choosing. She was a bit plumper than most, but from her involvement, werewolves regularly appeared to appreciate that in a female. “All right, firecracker. You got yourself a deal,” he agreed. “Bronaugh, don’t do this!” Close relative Nancy argued. Bitsy shushed her.

"It's... a biological response. The heat is what happens to she-wolves and to their mates if the bond isn't yet complete. It's nature's way of ensuring... reproduction." Her brows shot up. "You're joking." "I wish I were." "I'm human, Orion!" she shot out incredulously. He nodded once, his jaw tight. "I know." The words hung there, heavy and inexplicable. Rey stared at him as if he'd just told her the moon had fallen into the sea. But the memory of the night before rushed back: the burning under her skin, the way her body had come alive when he touched her, and the desperate ache that had pulsed deep inside her.

Ronan looked at me for a while, then he finally loosened his posture. “A heat, really? In Shadowcrest?” “I am as shocked as you are,” I muttered. “We’ve only heard stories of it,” he went on. “The people are already talking. Saying she’s a true Luna.” “True Luna?” I let out a short, humorless laugh. “Yes. She’s the first to enter heat in centuries and she’s Luna at that. You know how they are. Give them a spark, and they’ll turn it into a full prophecy.” “And… how is she?” Ronan added quietly.

Wilson informed what he had seen. “And I followed Ms. Weasley's cars wherever she went. And yes! The news is true that she bought a condom from a medical shop.” The PI hired by Simon Grayson confirmed the news. “And she bought it when she was returning back home with Logan Dennis Haysbert.” “Now I get everything very clear. She got this investment because of her Sugar daddy, and there I was thinking that she was fucking that Bruce.” Simon concluded. “I want proof of their relationship. I’m sure that Brandon Haysbert has no idea about his father keeping a mistress or lover of his daughter’s age, and who knows that those two little kids are also the reason for a one-night stand or something.”

Goddess, she looked so delectable, spread on the bed like that, hair messy, trying to bite down her moans just because we were there. "Thank the goddess I had just washed my hands," Ronan stated, looking deep in Del's eyes. She opened her mouth to say something, only for a loud, desperate cry to escape her when Ronan pushed a finger inside her heat. She gripped my thigh, pressing her head on my side as Ronan pumped his digit.

"And then she appeared from this blinding light. She wore a crown made of burning stars, Ronan. I'm not making this up. I couldn't fabricate something like this if I tried." Ronan swallowed hard, his throat clicking as his grip on my fingers tightened almost to the point of pain. The protective instinct rolling off him through our bond made my chest ache with a bittersweet intensity. His wolf was clearly close to the surface, responding to the mention of our deity. "And she told you..." He paused, seeming to gather his courage. "She told you your mom is alive?"

The water from the shower was still running and I could hear Thorne moving around in there, probably waiting for me to join him like I'd promised ten minutes ago. But I'd gotten distracted staring at my reflection, trying to recognize the woman looking back at me. Queen Luna of Silverthorne. Council member. Mate to the Alpha King. Pregnant with what Raven kept calling "the most powerful wolf pup in centuries." Sometimes I still expected to wake up back in Duskfall, scrubbing floors and being called worthless. "You planning to stand there all night?" Thorne's voice came from the shower, amused and rough in that way that made heat pool low in my belly.

Oh Moon, take me now. I groaned internally. “It’s not my fault! You dragged me away before I could even get to freshen up!” I tried defending myself, but the heat in my cheeks betrayed me. Penny snorted. “Look, I get it. You two are sex-obsessed horny werewolves. But council hall sex? That’s next-level badass. You both walked out of that room all sweaty like you’d just wrestled a bear—except sexier. Honestly? Iconic. I’d love to try it...”

This woman had been holding back for years and had just found out. Heat is the period in which a female werewolf feels extraordinary passion—usually characterized by a high body temperature and sweat that appears. And if the female werewolf feels it, then the males can very well smell the sharp aroma of the female. "Do you always take suppressants?" asked Romeo. Medicine pills that are white relieve the feeling that arises from heat. Rena raised her head to stare blankly at Romeo. "Beta, why are you deliberately smelling me with your scent?" Rena asked. She had never felt anything worse than before. If that time comes, she can control it even if it's not easy.

Sage growls. Lucius turns to Wren. “I like beefcake.” “Stop.” Wren hisses under breath and smacks his arm. “Fine.” She stands. “Bye, puppies.” She makes kisses to us and again, we cringe in unison. “God, she’s scary.” I scowl. Wes shrugs. “I don’t know. She could be hot.” “Gross!” I jab his arm. “What? You’re mated. I’m not.” Wes defends.