Novel & Cerita Smutty

she said, “might not look like much but it is very important.” Gemma's training was nothing like Nero's. Nothing like Bram's either. Nero's was go again. Bram's was feel the ground before your weight commits. Gemma's was sit here, drink this, and tell me what you smell. “That's not training,” Remi said. “What did you say your wolf's name was?” “Parrot.” “Parrot.” She looked into her cup. “What does Parrot smell right now?” Pine, Parrot said, already interested. Smoke from the fire. Something dried on the shelf — herbs, three different kinds, one of them I don't recognise. Cold from the north window. Mordor was in here recently, left the smell of rope and sleep.

Absolutely not. Furious that I left my phone, laptop, and speaker downstairs, I find myself with nothing to do. Do I have the patience for reading? No. Am I in the mood to read? Also no. Do I have anything else to do? Another no. Sighing deeply, I grab a book, plop down on the bed, and start reading my smutty novel. Smut is probably the last thing I should be reading right now, but it's the only thing available. And honestly, who doesn’t like smut?

She thought I'd hired her because I'd seen something useful in her, and that wasn't entirely untrue. She was outspoken, unimpressed by wealth, and comfortable enough in her own skin to insult a stranger in his own garden, then apologize the moment she learned who he was. But none of that explained why I'd hired her, and I still couldn't account for why my wolf had reacted to her the way he had. Mate. My wolf called out as if saying it again would somehow make me accept it. I ignored him. Bree Carter was human. She knew nothing about our world, nothing about what it meant to carry the responsibilities of an alpha, and certainly nothing about what it meant to be tied to someone like me.

I woke up the next morning in my usual cheerful self well, as cheerful as I could get. After I came home from the meat shop I took a hot shower to cleanse my skin from the splatters of blood, promising myself to take another hot shower in the morning to totally get rid of the smell. Once I was done, I skipped down the stairs to eat a quick breakfast. Mom must have gone to work while I am still in the shower. A five-dollar bill was pinned on the wall near the fridge together with a note.

My eyes drifted over her bare pu**y, up her fit belly, to her mountainous, jutting bre*sts, before I met her smiling face. "Callum, we are together now, whether you like it or not. I am your slut now. We have gone too far to go back. The only choice you have, if you want to be able to keep working this job, and to keep going home to that sweet, pretty girlfriend who loves you... is to make me your slut, permanently. You have already f*cked me, baby, and that is not going to stop. It cannot stop. It feels too f*cking good to stop now. That was the best sex of my life... who would have thought I would get that from you? You are like me now... you need sex constantly. You cannot walk away from

I pulled off my cap and leaned against the wall, completely drained. "Queenie," Jeremiah said softly. "Don't call me that," I said. "That was the last surgery." "Are you really leaving?" I met his gaze. "How did we end up like this, Jeremiah?" He said nothing for a long while, but eventually, he spoke. "Because we're both stubborn mules. You wouldn't listen, and I never knew how to explain." I smiled wryly. "What's the point of saying all that now?" "Stay, Queenie," Jeremiah blurted. "Give me a chance to explain."

His scent—cedar, smoke, him—filled my lungs and steadied me. "I'm sorry," I whispered. "I didn't know. I didn't know I—" "Shh," he said. "You don't have to apologize. You didn't do anything wrong." I looked up at him. His silver eyes were soft, tender. Nothing like the cold playboy everyone saw. "I'm a Mute Omega," I said. My voice was raw, barely a whisper. "That means I'm—" "Dangerous," he said. "Yeah. I heard."

In the photo, he was still smiling, the same way he had smiled eighteen years ago. (The End)

Today the moon will be beautiful and we will have our dinner, I'm going to open the window so you can hear us — getting up the window a bit and arranged the curtains — Thank you Alexter — said before leaving the locked room with outside insurance, when the steps moved away, Sable entered through the window. You know it is rude to sneak out the Sand window — Alexter's voice got a little tired and sad sitting on the bed looking around, Sand approached him to feel the caress of man on his muzzle — Naughty little boy, I can't leave you a little and you forget your — manners the wolf approached even more so that he kissed him,

“With a friend.” “You have friends?” “Hah.” I sit on the floor and take off my heels. “I might have one or two left in this town.” Libby hands me a doll. “Play birthday party with me!” “For a few minutes,” I tell her, taking the Barbie. “Was this friend tall, handsome, and has a name rhyming with Smowen?” “Smowen? Really?” “That’s not a word, Mommy,” Libby says pointedly. “Did you have a sleepover with that man with the ducks?”