Rouge Kissing Tails Novels & Stories

I scraped my nails across his back as he trusted deep inside of my wet pussy, the only sounds filling the room were our bodies slapping against each other and our ragged breaths. Hunt pressed his lips against my neck and before I knew what he was doing, he bit my skin with his sharp canines. My head rolled back and I came hard around his thick cock, going over the edge. My arms slipped from around his neck as I trembled, but Hunt kept going until he too was coming, filling me with his hot come. Hunt found my lips once again and kissed me. He kissed me as if he had never kissed me before, with his warm tongue seeking mine, his teeth nibbling my lips mouth, his entire mouth possessing mine in

I was happy and I had all the things I could possibly dream of having, but it sure as hell wasn't an easy ride to get here. "Take a moment to imagine our pack captured a rogue and that rogue just happened to be my mate. Continue imagining that this rogue used sarcasm as a natural defence and had an answer for basically everything. Now imagine our father was the reason this rogue was a rogue in the first place and she had nothing left so she pretty much demanded that I earn her trust, to prove I was nothing like our father. Imagine that I did this for almost two weeks, only seeing this rogue three times in that period, during which time I killed two guards and almost killed our Alpha. Imagine

Rooka was making a meat sub when he heard her enter the house. She was sweaty, and her long hair was in disarray, but Rooka dropped what he was doing and staked her, his eyes never leaving hers. In one scoop, he kissed her, It wasn’t a slow kiss, nope, it was like she was his breakfast. The way his tongue sought hers, his teeth bit her lips, and his dick was digging against her stomach, was an indication of what they will be doing later, they will not be able to finish her accession.

She bows her head slightly and leads the way. We walk through halls that twist more than a maze—left, right, straight, then left again—past expensive furniture and walls that smell like old money and quiet cruelty. When we finally reach the Grand Staircase, my legs already feel like I’ve done a workout. The large double doors open the moment we get close, like the servants were waiting, listening. Of course they were. I step in, and my gaze snaps instantly to him. Roland sits at the far end of an unnecessarily long dining table—like he wants distance as a form of intimidation. His phone glows in his hand. He doesn’t look up. Not even a twitch.

The kind of place where bad things happened and nobody asked questions. The basement entrance was hidden behind a dumpster. I knocked twice, my wolf tense and ready to fight. A slot opened in the door. Eyes stared out at me. "Password," a rough voice demanded. "Nightshade." The door opened. A massive Rogue stood there, easily seven feet tall. Scars covered his face and arms. He looked me up and down like I was an insect. "You're the Tracker," he said. "I'm Aria." "Same thing." He stepped aside. "Boss is waiting. Downstairs. Last door on the left."

I lean up on my tiptoes kissing his soft lips. Reece doesn’t hesitate deepening the kiss, thrusting his tongue in my mouth. Our tongues swirl together in a battle for dominance. Reece sucks my bottom lip into his mouth and I giggle, the sensation sending tingles through me. He breaks away from the kiss, and I turn back to Raikin who kisses me eagerly.

I enveloped my arms around his neck and then kissed him back, returning his kisses with the same intensity he’s giving me. He groaned when I bit his lower lip so that he would know how much I crave this. Fuck. I felt my wolf overtaking me as we kissed each other’s lips. We both felt it. The intense energy flowing through our veins, I know we both felt it. Our wolves also felt it. Rouge held my buttocks and then carried me to the nearest couch in the living room. He put me there as he continued kissing me. He is on top of me; his lips are attacking mine like a hungry wolf.

he growled possessively, his hands roaming over her body, mapping out every curve and dip. Rosemary moaned, arching into his touch. “Yes, I’m yours. Your slut, your whore. Do whatever you want with me, baby boy.” Tails’ eyes gleamed with dark promise as he reached for the champagne bottle on the bedside table. He popped the cork and poured the bubbly liquid over her body, watching it cascade down her skin. “Drink up, slut,” he commanded, lapping at the champagne pooled in her navel. “You’re going to need your strength for what I have planned.”

Weird. "Why are you in my territory rogue?". Straight to the point I see. "I came to look for you my handsome prince of darkness. " I said wiggling my brows and winking at him. He looks bewildered and is he... blushing? Oh Sexay! Well damn.

And if there was , then he was quite sure that he wouldn't stop until he destroyed that obstacle . Once again he pulled her to him, ensuring that her body was meshed to his , one of his hands grasped her neck and the other clutched her waist in a very possessive grip. She stiffened and glared at him, but Rogue simply held her tighter and swooped down to lick her lower lip . " Keep your lips to yourself!" she huffed turning a beautiful shade of magenta . " You'd better get used to me kissing you , my lady . After all its gonna happen a lot now that you are with me "