Soaked Thong Novels & Stories

“Mas..ter…pleas…e Bryce moaned. In pain, accompanied with pleasure. ** In a world ruled by four supernatural families, pain is power, and pleasure is often the weapon. Domino, cold-blooded and cursed, leads the most feared family of all. His rule is brutal, his throne unquestioned… until Bryce arrives. Bryce is no warrior, just a street thief with dangerous secrets and a face too soft for this cruel world. When he forces his way into Dom’s lair, demanding to join the family, no one expects him to survive. But Bryce carries something. Sacred, forbidden, and powerful enough to break curses… even the one Dom bears. Dom is drawn to Bryce in ways that defy everything he’s known. Their connection is electric, obsessive, and violently tender. As initiation turns to torment and lust gives way to longing, Bryce finds himself unraveling the monster behind the mask, while Dom begins to crave the very boy he once wanted to destroy. In this dark, twisted tale of dominance, destiny, and devotion, love blooms beneath chains, and salvation comes soaked in blood. He entered the Master’s house to save himself… but it’s the Master who can’t let him go.

I was born into a world where loyalty is currency and vengeance is law. In this life, love is a weakness... and I learned that too late. My name is Aria Valente—daughter of a mafia kingpin, a pawn in a bloody game I never agreed to play. I was raised to be poised, silent, and obedient. But everything changed the day I was forced to marry Lorenzo De Rossi—the heir of our enemy, a man as cold as the steel he carries. His touch burns. His silence cuts deeper than any blade. And yet, behind those dark, calculating eyes lies a storm that calls to the chaos in me. We were never meant to fall in love. Torn between family legacies and buried secrets, I uncovered truths that shattered the world I thought I knew. Lies. Betrayal. A history soaked in blood. Lorenzo isn’t just my husband—he’s the very weapon forged to destroy me. But I am not the delicate flower they raised me to be. In this world of blood and bullets, only one truth remains: I will not bow. I will rise. Now, we are no longer pawns. We are fire and fury. And this is no longer a love story. It’s a war.

I suddenly got a call from the police, telling me I was involved in an abandoned baby case. My best buddy was holding me up as we rushed to the scene when Shirley Dunn, the girl who had asked me for directions last week, suddenly pointed straight at me. "That's her. I saw her this morning, holding her stomach, going into the restroom! Now the baby's been born, and her belly's flat!" I was completely stunned. Before I could react, she shoved the newborn straight into my arms. "This is your own flesh and blood! How could you abandon him?" The officer's expression was equally severe. "Miss, I understand that becoming a mother at 20 can be scary, but abandoning a baby is a crime. If you didn't want to raise a child, you shouldn't have had one." More and more college students gathered around, their stares stabbing into me like needles. Cold sweat soaked my back. My best friend suddenly burst out laughing. "Congrats, man! You're a dad now!"

At the Mercer family's annual dinner, I accidentally wore a couture gown that belonged to Lucian's late wife. The eight-year-old boy I had raised myself, in front of every key member of the Family, threw a glass of expensive red wine all over my pure white dress. He just stood there, his cold, condescending expression a mirror of his father's. "Don't think you can become the mistress of this house just by dressing like my Mamma." "I swear, when I'm old enough to take over the family business, I'll make you disappear for good!" The cold liquid soaked through the fabric, clinging to my skin. But I felt nothing. My heart had frozen solid the moment I signed my life away eight years ago. I looked at the child I had raised as my own for eight years. There was no anger. The faintest smile touched my lips. I leaned down and whispered in his ear, "You won't have to wait that long, my little lion. I'm leaving, and it will be very soon."

She has wet dreams of him every night. But she never expected him to walk into her library. Every night, Elowen dreams of a world where she truly belongs, Eldoria. And her wolf-man, the mesmerizing figure that worshipped her body with his touch, leaving her to wake up breathless, soaked in cold sweat and dripping in warm sweetness between her thighs. Then he appears in the flesh. Khylon. Tall, cold, powerful, and watching like he owns her. He says they’re fated. Chosen by the Moon Goddess. But he’s not just a man, he’s the Alpha of a hidden realm of wolf shifters (Eldoria), and Elowen is the key to his throne, his Luna. With only weeks left in the lunar cycle, Khylon must make her fall for him and awaken the wolf inside her before his rival claims the crown. She doesn’t know who she really is, her powers confuse her, and dreams bleed to close to reality. Khylon swore he wouldn’t force her. But her scent drives him insane. And once she learns what she is, she might not want to be saved. She’s his little wolf. And she’s about to make this Alpha fall.

“Spread for us, Aurora,” he ordered, his palm cracking down on my right cheek in a sharp spank that made me yelp, the sting blooming into heat. I widened my stance, trembling, my pussy exposed and dripping. Kai stepped up behind me, his hands gripping my hips, thumbs digging into the soft flesh as he inspected me. “Look at her, Alpha…so wet already. This omega's been dreaming of our cocks.” His fingers trailed down, parting my folds roughly, two digits plunging into my soaked entrance without warning. ~ This is filthy, unfiltered, and raw, a collection of steamy werewolf tales designed to make you writhe. Inside, you'll find women bending, moaning, begging, and breaking under the hands and teeth of alphas and betas. From forest dens to moonlit bedrooms, tied up, teased, claimed in every way, and marked with claws and teeth these stories pull no punches. Warning: Dominant alphas, possessive betas, age-gap, mate-bonding, BD'SM, biting, spanking, rough, unprotected, no-safe-word sex, and women who crave submission, marking, and domination. If you’re ready to be claimed, marked, and ravished under the full moon, turn the page. Your alphas are waiting.

Liora: I trusted them. My Stepmother, my sister and even the man I married. But trust was my biggest mistake. One night my blood soaked the floor and my stepmother's words echoed like a curse "No one wants you here!" Before ending my life brutally with a machete. But fate wasn't done with me. I woke up years earlier, on the very day I sealed my doom by marrying the wrong man. With the past now in my grasp, I am no longer the naive girl they betrayed. I am now the little dotted wife of the most dangerous man to exist and with his power and mine together I shall bring them to their knees. Damien: Liora chose him. Not me.She walked away from everything we could’ve had and straight into the arms of a pathetic fool. I begged her not to marry Ethan. She told me she’d rather die. But now something’s changed. She’s wittier, colder and carries secrets behind those soft blue eyes. She asked me to marry her out of nowhere. A marriage of convenience, she said. Just a year. But I will be damned if I ever let her go.

After giving my son, Cameron Spencer, one of my corneas, he had a memory distortion and confused me for his father's childhood sweetheart, Joanna Lister. Such dreadful news caused me to be in so much pain that I refused to wake up. However, during the time that I was semiconscious, I heard my son and my husband's conversation. "Dad, does this mean Joanna will keep me company in the future?" "Yes, it does. You've put on a great act, son!" My attending surgeon couldn't stand their heartlessness and said, "Mr. Spencer, your son’s eyes are fine, but you lied to Mrs. Spencer in order for her to donate her cornea for Ms. Lister. If Mrs. Spencer finds out, I'm afraid..." "There's nothing to be afraid of. She loves Cameron and me so much and she's an orphan as well. There's nowhere she could go after leaving us. Joanna's all alone in this city and she's almost gone blind. We can't waste any more time!" I lay on the bed as my hopeless tears soaked the pillow. All they cared about was Joanna. But what they didn't know was that I was dying due to the operation.

His mouth claimed hers with a hunger he’d clearly been holding back for years, tongue sliding deep, slow, possessive. Large hands mapped her body like he’d memorized it from stolen glances—cupping her breasts through her thin top, thumbs circling her nipples until they ached and peaked. “You’ve been driving me crazy,” he rasped against her throat, teeth grazing the sensitive skin. “Every time you walked through that door in those little sundresses…” He backed her against the wall, one thigh pressing firmly between hers so she could grind down on the hard ridge of him. Melanie whimpered, already soaked, hips rolling shamelessly. Marcus groaned approval, fingers slipping beneath her skirt to find her drenched panties. “Fuck, sweetheart,” he breathed, stroking her clit through the lace in slow, deliberate circles. “So wet for me already. Been thinking about this?” “Yes—God, yes,” she gasped, nails digging into his shoulders. ********** She knew it was wrong, craving her best friend’s father, but it was a sin she was willing to indulge in... damn the consequences, even if that includes a heartbreak.

Some legacies welcome you home. Others sharpen a knife the moment you walk through the door. Hannah never asked to be a Black. But blood doesn't negotiate. Found after years of being lost, she barely had time to breathe before the truth came crashing in — the family she'd longed for didn't want her. Her siblings made sure she felt every inch of that. But nothing cut deeper than the discovery that only one of them could marry Lucas Bristo, heir to the Bristo empire. And her sister would kill to make sure it wasn't Hannah. The cruelest joke? Lucas — arrogant, insufferably charming, with eyes that pin her in place and a touch that sets her chest on fire — was never supposed to matter. Now he's the one thing she can't let go of. While Hannah fights for the love she never planned and the birthright that was always hers, her adopted sister and blood brother are already conspiring — their alliance soaked in secrets and something far more sinister. They want her gone. But Hannah Black didn't survive being lost just to be destroyed after being found.