Rouge Kissing Tails Novels & Stories

Lips and tongues collided as our bodies pressed together. His lips ventured from mine, kissing and caressing down the side of my neck until he found the super-sensitive spot just under my jaw and ear. The rough stubble of his chin scraped at my skin in the most tantalizing way, making me moan and writhe for more. Yet, the only thing I could do was to let my head fall back and drink in ever exquisite sensation of his mouth on my skin. I wanted more. So much more.

My hips involuntarily rise to meet his own as we find a rhythm together while our lips are still locked on one another. Breaking away from the kiss I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him in closely. Erebus takes the opportunity to nip and lick at his marking on my neck that is now a fully healed silver moon. Thrusting my hips harder into his own, I whisper into his ear, “I’m ready.”

It might not be necessary to shift, and it will be much easier to fight if I’m not wearing a dress. As soon as I’m dressed, I step outside and immediately hear a snarl. I turn to the left and there is a brown rogue wolf stalking towards me. You can always identify the rogues because they look mangey and deranged, like a dog who’s been abused and beaten. His fur is filthy, with a few patches missing, and he smells like vulture vomit. The combination of death and decay mixed with the burning, acidic scent of vomit is the worst possible combination.

-ZOYA- I try to shove him away, but Ragnar holds me in place, showing me that apart from being immortal, he could also be a fucking wall. His hand slides down to my waist, holding me firmly against him. All the bravado I felt a few moments ago dissipates into thin air. No doubt, when he tilts my chin, forcing me to look into his hypnotizing gold eyes, he sees the fear in mine. "Your ideas of rebellion have room for questioning." He scoffs, taking off a pin from my hair. Then another, until all the pins are gone from my hair and scattered on the ground and my hair is falling down my bare shoulders.

For two years, everyone believed I was dead. And maybe, in a way, I was. I disappeared after making one of the most foolish and reckless mistakes of my life. I trusted the wrong man. Jacob Draven. Our uncle. The Rogue King. He was ruthless enough to experiment on Rogues, twisting their bodies and minds until they became ferals—mindless creatures that knew nothing but bloodshed and destruction. And for a while, I unknowingly helped him. By the time I discovered the truth, it was already too late. Kael and Lyra eventually found Jacob, brought his reign of terror to an end, and killed him.

The old creepy memories now replaced with sweet memories of our intensely soft kiss. Rogue rubbed my lower lip with exceeding pressure as he continued, "I will neither kill you nor slit your throat. I won't make pieces of your body and feed it to my dogs, tsk. That's the last thing I'll do to your tiny rebellious body. What I'll do is," He flipped me on bed and came on top of me. The fingers that were caressing my mouth now wrapped around my neck. He pressed and loosened his hold as he joined our foreheads.

Once I am three feet away, I slowly lie down, careful to inch my way forward until I feel his tongue flick across my forehead. Looking up in surprise, I see his deep brown eyes studying me for a moment, before he motions me to come closer, and so I do. I carefully move until I am lying beside him, his large fluffy tail coming to cover my body as he settles his head across my neck. The rogue accepted me and I can’t help the happy feeling that has my tail wagging gently. Feeling content, I close my eyes. …

I felt my hair getting touched and turned once again to catch Rogue rubbing several strands and looking guilty. "Sorry, I was curious," he mumbled shyly and I chuckled. I asked if I could touch his hair and he nodded. We stopped and he bent down so I could run my fingers through his inky strands. They were soft like the others but it felt more intimate touching him. He watched me carefully as I pushed it behind his ear and bit my lip in concentration. I was unprepared when his lips pressed against mine for a delicate kiss. I kissed him back. Our tongues started wrestling for dominance. We stood there kissing aggressively for several minutes until he backed away with red cheeks and starry eye

“Let’s see what the Prince of Unexpected Kisses wants.” She cleared her throat and read the message out loud again in a mock-deep, overly smooth voice. “Hey Maya, maybe we could hang out sometime, no pressure take your time…” I buried my face in my blanket. “Oh my God stop, he's accent is more of British french and not Scottish or whatever you're doing” She slapped my leg. “Why is he being so gentle? Why is he being so nice? Why is he being this soft? who raised him?”

Mirabel adddes as she asked her best friend. “Ummm, I don’t know, anything would be fine by me,” Cercei replied as she smiled at her best friend, “I would order burgers for both of us right now, we have chilled juice in the fridge that we would use to eat the burgers when the delivery guy brings it, you should go freshen up right now and put on anything sexy, a bumbshort and a tank top should do!” Mirabel said as she tickled Cercei and smiled sheepishly.