Sloan Booktok の小説・ストーリー

The love of my life. “We should probably go inside before we get sunburned,” she says, stretching without opening her eyes. I smile at her even though she can't see my face. “Yeah, love. We should.” ### AUTHOR’S NOTE Hi, lovelies. Thank you for walking this journey with me. Watching Knox and Sloane come alive has been one of the greatest joys of my writing life, and I’m so grateful you let them into your hearts. Officially, this is the end of this book.

com Find me on Goodreads: www.goodreads.com/norah_koch Instragram: Koch_Norah

Dalton POV — Morning sunlight spilled through the cabin’s window, golden and soft, cutting through the quiet like a whisper. The fire had burned down to embers, and the air still smelled faintly of rain and woodsmoke. Sloane sat at the edge of the bed, her hair tangled from sleep, one of my shirts draped over her shoulders. She stared out the window, silent, watching sunlight drip across the wet pine trees outside. I leaned against the doorframe, a mug of coffee in hand, studying her like she might disappear if I blinked too long. There was something different about the way she sat, peaceful but distant, like part of her was already somewhere else.

For the rest of the day I zone out most of what is going on around me as I try to find a way out of this meeting with the King. There is no way that I can bring myself to meet him. I value my life far too much to put it in danger like that. As we finish packing up and preparing to leave the following morning I find myself with little to share as I spend all of my time focusing on trying to find a way out. "Sloan? Have you heard anything that I have said lately? I am used to women being quiet around me but not having them zoning out while I speak." He says finally capturing my attention.

comment and share this book. Love you all :D

This might prove easier than he’d thought. His first task was to get that book of Nick’s so that Alison couldn’t discover alternative methods for getting her vibration ready to shift into shadow land. Since she’d already been without Nick for a week, she should be feeling the lowering of her body’s vibration level and be eager to do something to keep it up. From the electricity he felt between them when they first met, he was certain it wouldn’t take long to get her into his bed, once he’d gained her trust; if for no other reason than the fact that she didn’t want to regress when she was so close to being ready.

SLOANE Dr. Elara dims the lights until the room is soaked in shadows, just soft enough to feel safe. She moves her chair closer with a notebook on her lap. On my side, is Ian, who is holding my hand with a gentle squeeze, making me feel safe. Her voice lowers into that calm, steady rhythm I remember from earlier. “Take a deep breath, Sloane. Let it out slowly. Feel your body relaxing, heavier with each breath… Ian is here, holding your hand. You are safe.”

It was early in the evening and the house was completely quiet. Beau had already left for her weekly book club meeting. Ryan sat on the living room couch, flipping through channels without really watching anything. His mind kept drifting back to the pool earlier that day — the way Sloane’s body glistened in the sun, how she had moaned for him while her tight pussy gripped his finger. The sound of heels clicking on the hardwood floor made him turn his head. Sloane emerged from her room. Her hair and makeup were done beautifully, and she wore a long black trench coat that stopped just above her knees.

Gideon said, his voice steady despite the flutter in his stomach. Sloane smiled, a slow, predatory curving of her lips. She reached into her desk and pulled out a high-end digital camera, setting it on a tripod with practiced ease. "I'm starting a new venture. A private 'Degradation Series' for a very exclusive circle of clients. I need a lead. A man who knows how to be used, how to be obedient, and how to thank me for it."

Alpha Gray called. The door opened, and Sloane stepped into the training room. She wore a simple dark jacket and carried a book in one hand. “Am I interrupting something?” she asked. “No,” I said quickly. “We were just talking.” Her gaze moved between us, then settled on me. “Good,” she said. “I came for you.” She walked over and set the book down between us on the floor. It was the same fire manipulation book Alpha Gray had given me before.