Smut For Women Novels & Stories

ALL IT TAKES FOR A GIANT MAN TO BE FICKLE AND SMALL IS A WOMAN WHO’S READY TO BRING HIM DOWN. —————- WELCOME💕🌸 ——————— ARTFOLD’S POV One thing I hated most was stupid women who think they can do as they wish because they have a pretty face and a gentle smell. And this Slut, whatever her name is, was going to pay dearly for the stress she has put me through in the last 48 hours.

why couldn't they sort the problems together instead of sorting them separately Tears smeared her face as she kept crying, looked like crying had become a norm for her these days, just like being termed a w*ore or a s*ut, everybody called her that, was she really one? She felt scared suddenly that at the rate she was being termed a w*ore, she might mentally be affected and start thinking of herself as one. She shuddered at all the shit that was happening around her, she had a daughter to raise damnit, how will she be able to provide Tama with a safe life if so many men continue to raid her life like this... she got a headache, she felt so frustrated that she pulled her hair with both her han

She stroked my throbbing cock with deliberate slowness, her soft palm gliding up and down the shaft while her thumb circled the swollen cap, smearing the thick beads of precum that leaked from the slit. I bit down on my lip to stifle a guttural groan, fuck her touch was worlds apart from Jenna's hesitant fumbling. This was pure expertise, decades of knowing exactly how to unravel a man with every twist and squeeze, her fingers curling just right to hit that sensitive spot under the ridge.

There were willing women in PeakPoint, soft, uncomplicated pack females who carried no cursed marks and posed no threat to my authority. Yet this pretend human wife kept seducing me. Every lingering touch while healing me, every deliberate press of her body, chipped away at my control. And now this tunic. This revealing, clinging tunic that displayed her curves like an offering I could not accept. “James. Ryan.” I turned sharply, stepping back before I lost the battle. “Attend to my wife. Show her the basic forms until I return.”

“That’s all it was.” “And if I ask for more?” Her pulse stumbled. “More?” “An explanation. A reason. The truth you’re trying not to say.” The room seemed to shift with that. Not visibly. But undeniably. Amara straightened slightly, grounding herself in something familiar—posture, discipline, the quiet structure she had relied on for years. “I think,” she said carefully, “that something has disrupted your routine.” “That’s not an answer.” “It is.” “It’s a deflection.”

“Excuse me?” I gasped. She slammed her palms down on the table and leaned forward to glare at me. “You must be part of a cult or something. I raised my boys with manners. They would never, never participate in such disgraceful acts.” My mouth dropped open. “It’s sinful!” she exploded. “God made women for one man and one man only!” Pursing my lips, I pushed my chair back and stood. “Listen, Tammi, you—”

I fucking hate you! “Are you sure it is mine?” I ask Ruth. While Omegas can get pregnant only when they are in heat, the other females can get pregnant even if they are not in heat. She looks offended. “Just because I invited you to my room doesn’t mean I am a slut. That role belongs to—” I slam my fist on the desk. “Don’t you dare say a bad word about my mate!” I snarl. “You are better off without her. She was sleeping with your father—”

I pressed my lips together, completely speechless. “We lock ourselves during heat, no matter how much pain we are going through, no matter how much we crave for fresh air. Why? Because our scent might sexually attract your kind. What are we, Alpha Amor Blaze? What are women in your eyes? Whores! We can’t wear clothes we want, we can’t go to places we want because we want to be safe. Feel safe — at least somewhere. Is it my fault that I have breasts, a face, curves, a vagina?” She sniffled.

As if he wasn’t in the same situation… “…You’re not alone there.” “It’s not the same! Men are free to sleep with whoever they want but when it comes to women, I’ll be unable to marry if I end up getting pregnant! Even if I do end up getting chosen, it’ll only be because I’m a Frankston…! I…! I don’t want to be viewed as some kind of slut…!” Squinting slightly at the terrified woman, Frank replied, “…If you’re that worried, then I’ll just marry you! Will that make you stop crying?”

I eventually got what I have been craving, and Stormie is always as sweet as honey, I appreciate him for what he always does for me not only that, when it comes to taking care of a woman, he knows how to do that perfectly. No wonder ladies are all over him because of how caring he is and I, Samantha won't let any lady again have him apart from me, no way will I allow you to sleep with any of these good-for-nothing women wanting to have you all for themselves, she murmured