Silhouette Romance Novels & Stories

“You’ve probably seduced enough women to populate a small town.” His laughter brought her head snapping up as nothing else could have. She glared at him. “Don’t you laugh at me, Dash Black. You don't have any right to.” He put his hands out in a gesture of surrender. “I am not the rogue you think me and I was not trying to seduce you.” “Right.” What the heck had he been doing then, practicing his technique? She thought. He brushed her hair behind her ear in a tender gesture that made her treacherous heart melt. “You belong to me as no woman has. Do not regret the passion the good God has given us as a gift.”

Lindsey looked around the room and following the rose petals, she entered the room which was beautifully decorated. On top of the bed was a love-shaped rose petal, and a sexy linger, and then there was a bouquet and a bottle of red wine on the side table beside the bed, it was a perfect decoration for a romantic couple. Looking at the decorations, Lindsey's face flushed as she began to think of the things that might happen between her and Keith. She had always dreamt of a perfect wedding and a romantic first couple's night. She smiled touching her cheeks and giggling.

The young woman sitting by me stopped her game and watched me rant in astonishment. When I ran out of angry words, she clapped her hands in succession, and it echoed in the silence. "Well said, Princess, but I think someone lied to you, just like they lied to some of them over there," she said, pointing to a point in the room's corner. "Over there in the blue dress is Princess Kit of the Blue Brook Pack. She was given away as an alliance gift to the Lycan King and found herself as a slave here the very next day. Following her is Princess Yvette from the distant pack region of the werecats. She was told that she was to be matched with the Lycan Prince. She has not gotten over the deceit that

The car was silent for almost a minute before Anthony started to speak. “The fourth rule shall be; us displaying public affection but being ourselves in private.” “PDAs? Like what?” “Hugging, holding hands, and kissing.” I almost choked on my spit at the last thing he said. He wanted to actually do romantic things in public, with me. “K-kissing?” Anthony nodded with a look as if I was supposed to know about the rule. “We will need to do those things in public to deceive people. People on social media are smart, babe. They can sense bullshit from just posting one word. I said this before, Sandy. So, yes. The fourth rule will be; romance in public, friendship in private.”

She had her gaze settling at Silas who wasn't aware that somebody had sneaked inside. Walking up to Silas with caution, the she-wolf stopped beside him. Her eyes simmering with admiration couldn't get enough of Silas' face. Outstretching her hand, she swirled her fingers over Silas' face as she whispered, "You are so handsome despite being injured. I am sure just like your handsomeness is unaffected, this injury wouldn't have harmed your sexual drive too." Her hands mischievously crawled down Silas' face, her fingernails painted in black scraping Silas' chest lustfully as she sneered, "It's been a long time since I touched you, my Silas."

Occasionally, I would find faint lipstick marks on his shirt, and whenever I stared at them too long, he would push my head aside. "It's nothing worth looking at," he'd say. I knew that all those women were nothing but playthings for him. But recently, things changed. He finally found someone he was serious about. Her name was Roanna Sterling, and she was both sweet and alluring—just the right type of girl that satisfied Scott's desires. She'd already been together with Scott for three months by now, and he'd even bring her to official gatherings, showing her off to our mutual friends as if he was giving a silent proclamation.

In the damp, lightless hollow of the Maw, surrounded by the ash and flame of the dead, the Prince and the Sovereign collided. It wasn't a mating of intellect and elegance. It was a "Siren’s Lament" played on skin and bone. Silas took her with a lethal intensity, his movements a rhythm he’d honed over a thousand sleepless nights of dreaming of her. He claimed her with a dark, twisted possessiveness that made the breeding cycle Xander wanted look like a children’s game.

The auction hall exuded an aura of sophistication, the air filled with murmurs of excitement and the occasional clink of champagne glasses. Kayla, clad in a sleek, black gown, navigated through the crowd with practiced ease, her expression composed and detached. She took her seat, scanning the room with cool detachment, until her gaze fell upon Henri.

Riley whispered against her lips, voice thick with need. Lila obeyed, crawling backward onto the mattress, her eyes never leaving Riley’s. Her braids fanned out across the pillow as she lay back, legs slightly parted, chest rising and falling fast. Riley followed, climbing on top of her, thighs straddling Lila’s hips. She leaned down and kissed her deeply, tongues sliding together in a messy, desperate dance. Their wet breasts pressed together, nipples hard and sensitive from the cool air and earlier stimulation.