Sleeping With The Enemy Novels & Stories

I cry out, clenching around him as pleasure coils tighter and tighter. I reach my release with a sob, my body shaking in his arms, tears streaming down my face. Rhain follows right after, burying himself deep and groaning my name as he spills inside me. For a long moment, we stay locked together, breathing hard. He presses soft, lazy kisses along my shoulder, completely unaware of the storm raging inside me. I lie there in his arms, his cock still buried deep, his cum leaking out around him, my heart aching. I just slept with my enemy.

He stepped back, adjusting the obvious strain in his briefs, and disappeared into his room without another word. I stood trembling in the moonlight, robe open, body still pulsing with need. Riley and Kane were joining forces to destroy me. The scrimmage was only hours away. How was I supposed to survive tomorrow’s war on the ice when the man sleeping inches away had already started a war inside me I wasn’t sure I wanted to win?

Lightning flashed overhead. Illuminating the wreckage. Something about the place felt wrong. Like the ruins were watching them. Waiting. The vehicles stopped. Everyone climbed out. Rain immediately soaked through Celine's clothes. Adrian stood motionless. Staring at the mansion. As though he'd seen a ghost. Then he began walking. Straight toward the ruins. The guards followed. Flashlights cut through darkness. Thunder rolled overhead. And suddenly— One guard shouted. "Sir!" Everyone turned. The beam of his flashlight had landed on something buried beneath mud and weeds.

I ran to her, try to calm her, yet she wielded the knife in blind panic, unable to tell friend from foe. Someone pulled me away from the blade and instead, I find myself sitting on the end of a large bed. I had thought it empty, but soon there was a man inside it, tall and broad. I moved away to a chair, unsure of why I was there, yet I couldn't find a way to leave. The man spoke... sitting up in bed, he asked me to rub sunscreen into his upper back and shoulders. I refused. I told him to ask someone else to do it, there were lots of people in the room but they did not move. And then, I awake safe in my bed... wondering if I was the girl in the mattress, part human, part weapon, fighting the

Don't ever call me your mate," he said with a frown plastered on his face. "Why?... Why are you doing this to me?" I asked. "It's because you are my enemy and not my mate." "Do you expect me to be with my enemy?" My friend said, and I felt my heart freeze with shock.

“Max, why don’t you go downstairs and sleep on the couch?” I groan as horniness continues to drive me crazy. The scent of my arousal filled the room. The jerk only smirked knowingly. “It’s best to give in now because you will, eventually” Rolling my eyes, I grab a sheet and a pillow. “Stay, I’ll go, besides I can’t sleep” He confesses, his voice going an octave lower The mate bond acted on its own and I’m cuddling Max.

“Where’s the urgency in that?” “And it’s sort of not sporting to kill them while they’re all magically asleep,” Cameron pulled a face. “It’s like sneaking into Sleeping Beauty’s tower and drinking her blood.” Aislen rolled her eyes. “You do know how the real story goes, don’t you, Cameron?” “No,” Heath clapped a hand over her mouth. “Don’t tell him.” “Tell me what?” Cameron wondered. “Nothing,” Heath said firmly. “We should kill the enemy while they’re asleep,” Ember looked around at them with a faint aura of disbelief. “That is the point of them being asleep.”

That night I couldn’t sleep, I tossed and turned with the events of the video playing in my head, the screams of my mum terrifying my nights sleep until morning. I had searched online for available apartments so today, I’ll just head over to see them and hopefully move in to the ones I like. The unlocking of my room door cuts me off from my thoughts as my flight or fight instincts rush in to protect myself by grabbing my gun on the nightstand. Clocking it and pointing it to the door which suddenly opens to Enzo. He had bags under his eyes, his hair was disheveled, he still wore the same clothes from last night.

He spoke to me like he was talking to a little girl. I nodded, feeling my lower lip tremble. “You’re mean,” I pouted. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to the beach, and when I get back, I want to see my room normal again. We’re enemies here, I get it, but outside, it’ll be like we’re the best friends in the world.” I patted his shoulder. “I don’t see you as my enemy, Amanda. You see me as a threat because of everything with the trial, I know, but I’m just trying to do the right thing,” he said seriously.

He nods, and his hands don’t shake as they hold mine. By nightfall, the house is quiet and we’re all sleeping in pairs. Backs to walls. Weapons near hands. And I stare at the ceiling, waiting for sleep that doesn’t come. Tomorrow, we go to war. Tonight, I hold my mate. And try to remember how to breathe.