Snuggled

"Genie" His voice was barely a whisper, his breath warm against the shell of my ear. "This is so wrong, we can't be doing this." His lips find their way back to mine, trailing the bottom lip with his tongue. "So so wrong" He pulled my lower lips in, biting on them. I stifled a moan. "I know," I managed to say. I could feel the warm slickness ache between my legs. "We shouldn't be doing this. You're my step brother." My body doesn't agree with what my mouth is saying. I snuggled closer into his chest wanting to feel the heat of his bare body against mine. I want his mouth against mine, ravaging me like he had done before. We have gone too far to back out now. "Take me, Ryder" Those were the words he needed. Only those three words. Suddenly, he grips the back of my thighs and lifts me up, forcing my legs to wrap around him. Planting me against the wall, he peers up and look straight into my eyes "You're mine" Then his lips came down on mine. I'm yours. I whispered back in the back of my head. ******** Ryder Saint, for years, has bullied me. Reasons? None. It was like he signed a contract from heaven to make my life hell. From the moment he set his eyes on me, he added my name to his list. Don't be fooled by his last name. It's a charade, he's not anything like it. Everything about Ryder Saint smells evil. His heart, dark. His soul, dark. His aura, dark. Except his face. I should have neglected him like I always have, but I couldn't when our parents decided to tie the knots and he became my stepbrother. He and I, under the same roof.

On my fiftieth birthday, my grandson pouted when he saw the present I had given him and complained, “Grandma Cecil at the Emerald Manor has a cooler present for me. It was a Transformer toy that flies.” I was confused by this remark. Emerald Manor was one of the wedding gifts offered when I got married. My husband was not fond of this place because it was too far away from the city, so I have rarely been here as well, and it has been vacant ever since. As we stood outside the manor, I could hear the cheery voices coming from inside the house. My husband and my adopted son were inside celebrating the birthday of the owner of the manor. The Grandma Cecil my grandson referred to was the childhood sweetheart of my husband, Cecil Houston, who was married off far away a long time ago. She remained as beautiful as she once was and was snuggled in my husband’s arms, surrounded by my children. I have dedicated myself to the Blightwells for two decades. This entire time, Cade has taken my commitment as nothing but a joke. When I was reincarnated, I found myself on the wedding day. I listened to the clamoring noises and lifted the veil to see the commotion. It was time to start over.

A stunning married woman came to me, asking to share an apartment. She could not afford the rent, so she offered to pay with her body instead. I thought I had conquered her both body and soul, but it turned out she had other intentions. What I had believed was a moment of passion turned out to be a dangerous trap, as this woman was a black widow. She snuggled up to me, laughing softly. "Don't you know that lust is a double-edged sword?'"

At eighteen, Diana knows she'll find her mate. She prayed to the moon goddess to have her most favorite person as her mate but what she didn't expect was a fierce rejection. The betrayal of spurning knocks her down, but she was not meant to be down for so long because the moon goddess had other plans for her. She was meant to bring light in the life of others. Following her journey she overcame every hurdle and got everything she wanted except the person she craved for....... ********* "Why are you following me everywhere? Why are you helping me out every time?" Diana raised her hand, taking a deep breath to touch his shoulder but the person in the mask moved with the speed of light. "I want to know who is the owner of this delicious smell." She purred but her eyelids became heavy. She tried to open her eyes because she wanted to know the person in front of her but the exhaustion of hunting the beasts knocked her down. Before she could touch the ground and engulf into the deep valley of slumber she felt his strong arms around her waist. The butterflies flew in her stomach while a shiver crawled down her spine. She felt safe in those arms so without any hesitation, she snuggled into his chest. "I want to know you." She mumbled in a voice, hardly heard and fell asleep. The person in the mask put her safely besides the rock. He kissed her forehead and whispered. "Sleep well Princess,"

One night, Pollynia Lackris is snuggled up in her cozy queen-sized bed. The next morning, she wakes up naked, cheeks spread, With a drop-dead gorgeous man in between her legs. She thought the worst thing that could happen was her parents getting butchered by a rival pack. Wrong. Now she’s stuck with an Alpha who can’t go a full hour without touching her. She thought marriage would save her. She didn’t think she’d end up pinned to every surface in their house by a sex-obsessed Alpha with stamina of a wolf. ... “Rael, we’ve done it three times today!” she gasped, breath hitching as he lifted her off the ground. Again. He grinned, lips brushing her ear. “Okay then, let’s make it five.” A SLOW BURN. STEAMY ROMANCE NOVEL.