Spicy Bryce And Hunt Fanart の小説・ストーリー

"I ... uh ... um ..." Bryce stammered. "Did you enjoy watching me suck on my rubber friend, here? Did you jerk off when I fucked it up my wet cunt-hole?" "I ... ah ..." "Would you like to taste my pussy, Bryce?" "What? I, um ... no. I ... well, I ..." he mumbled, unable to even string a coherent sentence together. "No?" she said mockingly. "You set up a spy-cam to watch me fuck, and you don't even want to taste my pussy-juice? Am I not sexy enough for you?"

Bryce's voice trailed off when his eyes landed on the painting that lay on the desk. He stood up and walked towards it. Picking it up, he said, "Damien, look. This is the painting I talked about. He spent so much on it because it reminded him of a–" "Bryce shut up!" Blake quickly interrupted. "And what's that smell on you? Do you still smoke?" He asked, trying to change the topic. "I don't smell and I stopped smoking. Not after that fire. Even if I smoked, I still won't sell because I'd use a cologne." Bryce retorted, dipping his hands in the front pockets of his pants as he walked back to his seat.

Zuri chirps in. “The painting! It’s a dancing bride.” I turn to her, my blood pumping wildly through my veins. “I don’t know why, but Bhyron is obsessed with some faceless, dancing image of a bride. He has a tattoo of her on his back, he named his club after her, and now… this painting.” Zuri leans forward, her features lighting up in excitement. “Then there’s definitely more to this painting. I think something is hidden behind it…” “Like a secret room!”

Bryce reminded me of Harrison. Harrison was a playful kid then and always initiated play between us. He would like us to play with anything we were doing. Once, it was paint we used to decorate each other. I did not see Harrison when I came to this castle, but Bryce was just like him. They were similar in unusual ways. I was grateful for what Bryce and I were doing. I laughed so much because I cannot remember the last time I laughed this hard. My life has always been filled with vampires and my hatred for them. It has gotten worse since I came to this castle. There was no reason to laugh.

(Brielle’s POV) I parted my lips, welcoming his tongue, hoping that when it touched mine, it would bring a surging reaction inside me, but nothing melted… nothing exploded. But I could say that Bryce was not only a skilled hunter but also an expert kisser. As Bryce wrapped his arms around my waist, closing the gap in our bodies, I lifted my arms, clinging like a vine to his neck, closing my eyes, and kissing him back with the hope of pushing away the pain of remembering Cole, not wanting me in his life, and

I locked eyes with Damien. “The Vampire and The Hunter.” I said. He smiled at me. “How ironic.” He replied as he ran his fingers across the mark. It sent a tingling feeling shooting through my chest. “It’s so beautiful.” I said. “It suits us perfectly.” Damien replied. “I’m going to take a bath and try and get some of my strength back.” I said. Damien nodded.

The second his fingers wrapped around my skin, a violent spark shot through both of us. I gasped softly. Lucas cursed under his breath. “Mate heat,” he growled quietly, almost to himself. I blinked. “Mate… what?” His golden eyes lifted to mine, heavy with warning and hunger all at once. And suddenly, the warmth burning inside her didn’t feel confusing anymore. It felt dangerous. Lucas didn't let go of my wrist at all nor did he pull me closer. I knew he was trying to restrain himself. “Jessica,” he called my name like a warning, low and controlled.

“You have no idea what you do to me, Kimberly. Mrs. Harrington… fuck, I love saying that.” Kimberly móaned softly into his mouth, fingers tangling in his hair. “I love hearing it. But if you keep this up, we’re going to scandalize the guests.” “Let them watch,” Bryce rasped, nipping at her lower lip before pulling back with visible restraint. His eyes were dark, pupils blown. “Later tonight, I’m not stopping until you’re screaming my name and dripping down my little boss again.” The promise sent heat pooling between her thighs.

He trailed off, his eyes darkening slightly. The conversation paused as I glanced at Bryon. He is very easygoing, and with a perpetual smirk that made it hard to take him seriously sometimes. But now, my gaze caught on the large phoenix tattoo that stretched across the left side of his chest. Wow I blinked. I haven’t seen Bryon shirtless before, but he didn’t seem like the type to have a tattoo, let alone one so big. It was a large phoenix, and the drawing was detailed, its wings stretched as if mid-flight with orange flames licking at its tail feathers.

I didn't know when it happened, but the Kai I trained with… he was gone a long time ago. When I arrived, the forest was silent at death. No birds. No wind. Just the whisper of ash moving and the sound of death's breath. The cabin was no longer home. It was a mess. Blood stained the floor, seeped onto the porch, and flowed down the wooden stairs. Claw marks tore into the walls. Bodies—torn, sliced, dead—lay in contorted poses, their throats torn, their chests slashed open. I kicked over one of the bodies—Bryce, I saw. A young dog who had laughed too loudly and eaten too heartily. His eyes were open.