Sleeping With The Enemy Novels & Stories

And what better way to celebrate than to sleep with a handsome model? Fiona thought the reason why this man looked a little familiar was because he was an actor or a model. A sexy European model wearing a three piece expensive suit. “Stop staring at me like that.” “Why?” She faked a hurt look as her lips turned downwards into a cute pout. “I might think that you would want to sleep with me.”

What the heck is happening and why is the Mimosa taking so long? I sent her to bring me a glass of water not to make one. I closed the door and turned towards him. My eyes widened when I saw him lying on the couch while snoring. He is the most careless human being I've ever seen. He is sleeping in his enemy's territory. He is alone and the enemy is well aware of his presence. What the hell is he up to? I sighed and walked towards him as I waved my hand in front of his face. Is he really asleep between a war?

I joined him, arching my back with a battle cry as waves of pleasure rocked my entire being. When we were done, he unhooked the belt around my wrists. I rolled onto my back beside him and we both stared at the ceiling, dazed and too troubled to bother about post-coital bliss. I couldn't believe I'd just slept with my enemy's son. I couldn't believe I fulfilled such a far-fetched fantasy.

The distance of a man who knew exactly what closing it would mean. They looked at the city together. "Can't sleep?" he said. "Haven't tried," she said. "You?" "I don't sleep the night before something like this," he said. "Never have." "How many nights like this have there been?" He was quiet for a moment. "Enough," he said. Rain looked at his reflection in the glass. At the sharp profile and the controlled stillness and the thing underneath it that she had been watching surface slowly for two weeks — the man underneath the Alpha, warm and complicated and trying very hard not to be known and failing completely with her.

My eyes got more heavy smelling the heavy cologne that filled my nostrils I felt a soft mattress on my body. The bed engulfed me in its arms and then I feel something wet on my neck, I moaned into my sleep because the one who is sucking my neck is making my whole body vibrate. After that, my mind stopped working and I don't know who is making my body shiver and excited. NEXT MORNING I wake up with the sound of women quarreling, my eyes immediately get open. What is happening, I look around me and I am in the same room but in a comfortable bed.

I informed him an hour later when I stirred on the bed and realised he wasn't sleeping either "You can't sleep either huh?" he asked dodging the question "That's not the answer to my question Kai, am I making you uncomfortable?" I asked again, he turned to me adjusting on the bed so that we were both on our sides, he wrapped his arm around my waist making sure our bodies met, "Would you be comfortable in a room with a handsome enemy on your bed?" he questioned again "I wouldn't even allow a handsome stranger enter my room in first place" I told him as a matter of factly

And with my newfound power, I was ready to take on whatever challenges lay ahead. As I crawled into my sleeping bag, I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I visualized the power within me, the energy that I had learned to control. I could feel it humming beneath my skin, ready to be unleashed. Suddenly, a loud noise jolted me out of my thoughts. I sat up, my heart racing as I tried to identify the source of the sound. It came again, louder this time, and I realized that it was coming from outside. I quickly grabbed my flashlight and unzipped the tent, peering out into the darkness. That's when I saw it: a group of our enemies, sneaking through the shadows, their eyes fixed on our camp.

Would she truly put me between the two packs, away from my mother and brother to be with the man my father despises and wants to kill? As all these questions ran through my mind I slowly drifted back off to sleep in the comfort of the enemy's arms.

With the enemy camped outside, everyone slept in their uniforms. Even in her simple black T-shirt, she made it look sensual, the fabric hugging her curves. I let my hand trail along her neck, the other slipping around her waist. "We are to be on standby for combat. We can't…" she said, trying to wriggle out of my grip, though her eyes had already turned hazy. As I kissed her breasts, she let out a soft moan. However, that moan was soon drowned out by the sounds of a distant explosion.

“It’s late. We’ll talk tomorrow.” He led me through the wreckage of his office to a hidden door. Behind it was a bedroom, cozy but undeniably his. My eyes lingered on the grand bed at its center until his voice broke my thoughts. “I haven’t been sleeping much,” he admitted, pulling clothes from a dresser. “Stay here tonight. I’ll sleep better knowing you’re close.” He gave me a faint, teasing smile. “I promise to mind my hands.” Despite myself, I smiled back, nerves softening. And then, without thinking too hard about it, I slipped beneath the covers beside the man who had once been my enemy—my parents’ killer. My mate.