Shiver X Frye Novels & Stories

Fight how you would fight if he was a true enemy. I am a runner, I’m sneaky, and I am a shifter. I stepped up, dipping low, twisting my body on to the ground as I stretched my leg out, swinging it with force. The palms of my hand rest on the soft fabric beneath our feet, but my claws break through, and I can feel the cushion deep within. My leg hits the side of his knee, causing him to buckle, and lose that strong stance he took. He tries to catch himself from falling as I twist my body back up, lifting my knee high, making contact with his chin. His body begins to fly backwards. I grabbed both of his arms, pulling them out, separating them from each other as I pulled him back up towards me,

Shivers ran down her spine as he located her sensitive spots and sucked them. But their mouths weren't the only busy things. Their hands roamed her body, tickling her skin with their rough texture, rasping along her tight nipples, stroking across the soft roundness of her belly. Ethan's body pressed against her thighs, which spread wide to accommodate him. He inserted his still clothed body between them, the hard bulge at his groin pressing against her cleft. Firm hands gripped her about the waist and held her while he rubbed against her. Moisture pooled in her sex along with intense arousal. She panted against his mouth and soft mewling cries escaped her. She clung to his broad shoulders, h

Chapter 8 DREYVEN "I'm not weak." Her voice cracked on the last word. "Yeah?" I watched it happen in real time, the exact microsecond where everything inside her would shatter into pieces too small to ever fit back together. And I wanted to do exactly that. "Then why are you about to cry right now? Why do you apologize for breathing? Why do you dress like you're trying to hide your entire body?" My gaze traveled down her frame, slow and methodical. The expensive bag slung across her shoulder, probably more than her monthly rent.