Novel & Cerita Salty's Stormy Tale

Cradling Angeline’s neck, Stormy pushed her away with surprising gentleness. “Everything is up for you, my Angel. I will show you how cocky my cock can be. Not fucking casual, cause I want to lick, devour and fuck you every day and night.” His guttural voice echoed through my mouth, the words followed by a possessive growl. “Ain’t you a horny wolf? Let’s just enjoy the moment, Stormy.” Her face contorted in a small frown when another moan escaped her. Stormy ran my tongue along her lips, sucking them with unexpected skill before possessing her mouth in a demanding kiss.

Daniel smirked. A storm had begun to brew out at sea. Pale light flashed amongst the thick pillowy clouds, lighting them up in a dramatic display. Stepping out onto the deck, Eva tasted the salt in the air as the wind whipped by, pulling the storm closer inland. Neither of them said anything as they followed the small gravel path towards a line of trees that hugged the pack house boundary. They didn't travel far, leaving the light and safe warmth of the pack behind and embraced the cold night air. The trees stood naked and barren, waiting for the promise of spring. For now they provided shelter as the pair stripped and let their wolves take over.

(ARES) Everything in me begged to stop, but Storm was strangely exhilarated. He never cared about women. I didn't know what it was about her that made him horny, too. He craved her, just as much as I did. "I want to bite her and then lick her off... She smells delicious!" Storm said in a strange moan, which made me want to run far away from her. I licked my lips as I looked into her gray eyes, full of dark, dangerous storms, pulling me in, calling to my every sense.

Then, his mouth found hers. It wasn't the ravenous, starved assault of a monster breaking its fast. This was a deep, sweet, and comforting surrender. His cool lips parted hers with an agonizing tenderness, tasting the salt of her tears and offering a quiet, profound solace that neither of them had known they were searching for. It was a slow, unhurried claiming, a soft language spoken between two souls that had finally found their rhythm after lifetimes in the dark.

General Aengus snapped Naimh out of her rumination. On the rocky, wind-blown cliffs above the roaring, crashing waves of the Saelihn Ocean, stood Breathnach's stronghold. The land before the stronghold was dipped and curved, and there was no way they could approach without being noticed. The group rode on. Suddenly, what sounded like an army of horns and bells rang out. This continued until the entire group stood lined up before the gate. Niamh leaned over and knocked on the massive gate. "Who comes to Lord Breathnach's home without invitation?" Called a voice.

I said, She was silent for a while, "Mr. Storm you don't go about picking women and taking them to a random mall to shop," I rubbed my temples, "First, this is not a random mall, this is the galleria, one of the finest mall… and if you need me to remind you, I will, we're here to shop for our wedding…" She cut in, "You mean the fake wedding dress and rings… I understand perfectly Mr. Storm," Samantha replied, sarcasm intertwined in her words.

I had known from a young age that I wasn't the Blackwood family's biological daughter. So I knew that I wasn't worthy of being compared with Claire Blackwood in any way. I had only gotten her doll dirty while cleaning the room, yet Mom punished me by locking me out in the rain all night. When Claire blinded one of my eyes with a laser pointer, however, Mom protected her instead. “Your sister didn't mean to do it. She was just playing around.” After I lost sight in my right eye, Claire showed me a triumphant smile. “Who told you to enter our lives in the first place? You deserve it.” They all said I was an outsider. So for eighteen years, no matter how hard I tried or how desperately

I sat with my arms around my knees and stared into the darkness ahead as the cart began to move again. And as the tavern lights faded behind us, I made a silent promise. I will not be forgotten. I will not be cast away like trash. Let Salvatore pretend he’s happy. Let Elena think she’s won. They haven’t seen the last of me. Because I’m not just the discarded bride. I’m the storm they didn’t see coming. And storms always come back stronger.

"But what good is a protective charm? Your child is gone, isn’t it?" I clenched my fists, nails biting into my palms, sending a sting of pain deep into my chest. "What do you want, Faye?" I said. Her eyes flashed with unfiltered malice. "I'll tell you what I want. I was the one who switched those company files. And I made sure Tristan would have you run that errand." She let the words sink in. "You know what else? I knew there was flooding on that road. When you called Tristan for help… I was thinking, 'If only they'd both drown.' Then you and your precious child could go straight to hell, together."

I let go of the hand that was covering my wound and showed them my palm. The red of my blood stood out on my pale palm. Walter's mouth tightened, and his stern eyes seemed to soften for a moment.