Salty's Stormy Tale の小説・ストーリー

"That’s odd. It’s unlike any mark I have seen in this pack." Storm shrugged, "well, Aaro is unlike any fucking woman I know." I had a snowflake and a crescent moon, probably because of the last name Snowden and because Storm belonged to the Winter Bone pack. But to me, it was pretty fucking obvious why Storm had the mark he did. It’s because I’m from the Iron River pack. I had snow to represent Storm and he had water to represent me.

She exclaimed, and it was time for me to bite my lips. For once, Stormee came up with some valuable and sound advice for Sary... It was fucking sexy having her bare her soul, even more sexy than baring her body to me... "Well, damned!" I leaned forward, kissing my mate senseless...

Wavering his brows Bash continues to taunt Storm, "Ouuuuh would you prefer I call you zaddy, my handsome zaddy." "Don't call me that either! Maybe I didn't mention it that night but I will now, am a straight man! I have no interest in men. What happened between us was a mistake", Storm explained. Bash pouted and rose to his feet, leaning towards Storm who didn't move even with Bash's face inches close to his, trying to show he didn't fear him. Bash replied to him in a honeyed voice saying, "you didn't seem so straight that night when you rammed my ass so mercilessly. "

We didn’t even know which ocean we were in - the Pacific or the Atlantic. I’d given him all the details I could. But they weren’t very helpful. Palm trees. White sand. Blue lagoon. Mountain. That’s all I had. “That gala,” Storm said, “it might be our chance.” He was referring to the massive annual gala that Demetrius was throwing here, on the island. It was the night he was going to have sex with my wolf. “I’d rather not wait that long,” I told Storm. Storm nodded. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a dark rock. He tossed it into the water.

“I will not.” He tilted his head, “we can have this talk here, but it’s a little-known fact that omegas love to gossip. And the shit I’m going to tell you is not for the faint of heart. And kind of private. And I’m going to use a lot of foul language… Like a ton of fucks.” “Are you sure you did not come here to murder me in my forest?” I scoffed. “If I wanted you dead, you’d be fucking dead.” Storm stated as he shrugged his shoulders.

Only forward. Only into the storm.

“You started it, River… gambling with my life. I can't continue without a child. I don’t care how far I have to go or how many strings I get to pull before I get to fill you up with my seed.” His grip tightened on my wrist, his breathing coming out rugged, face red and pulsing with anger — anger that I didn’t want his shitty proposal? What was going on in this man’s head? “There are other women out there,” my voice softened, my head tilted slightly. “What we had was just a fling. I am not ready to be a mother, Mr. Storm.” “My body craves only you. I don’t want you to be its mother either — I just need the child.” Like a commodity that he could buy with money. “And I am not ready for a baby M