Stag And Vixen Novels & Stories

“Enough? We’re vampires, Allan. We *never* get enough of feeding. C’mon, we’ve got to show our King’s woman how this works.” She paused, looking around. "I'll pay for it," she added with a wink, her eyes gleaming with excitement. Before Allan could say another word, Tasha stepped in, grinning. “I’m in.” With a nod, Hustle and Tasha strode to the centre of the ring, and the crowd buzzed with anticipation. An older man—bald, with deep-set eyes that seemed to shimmer with age-old wisdom—stepped between them, holding a dark stone orb in his hands.

won't he scoffs ' fine then' I say. I wrap my right arm to his neck in a tight neck hold causing both of us to fall on the ground, I punch his stomach from the side he lets go of me and I quickly roll away from him to get up he grabs my shoulder trying to pull me back I grab his arm and flip him over my shoulder towards the ground and I go on top of him 'don't under estimate the power of THE Venom Vixen sweet heart' I say, I get off of him and put my hand out to help him get up. We continue walking and we get to JC's car. He droves off and we head towards Saratoga which was about a 45 minute drive 'so you really aren't going to tell me where we are going?' I ask 'you'll see when we get ther

he murmurs as we walk, “they’ve known me for years. They think they know what I am.” Our fingers intertwine easily, practiced, like we’ve been doing it forever. ⸻ An elderly couple greets us at the entrance. “Stavros. Elena,” Vex says smoothly. “May I present my wife.” Elena Papadakis’s eyes sweep over me with sharp interest. “We were surprised to hear you’d finally married, Vex. You must be… extraordinary.” I smile, gripping his arm tighter. “It wasn’t easy tying this one down.” Her brows lift; Stavros’s laugh booms, all false warmth. “He was quite the prize on the market. So many tried and failed.”

We were immediately welcomed with the familiar smell of alcohol and God knows what, I scrunch my nose in disgust and pushed my way past a bunch of drunk teens, trust me it wasn't easy. Sophia squeals and quickly walked up the marble stairs to Daniel's house, which one would consider gorgeous, but mine was bigger, I'm not bragging though. I sighed and sluggishly walked up the stairs behind Sophia and Cassie. I instantly regretted why I agreed to coming as soon as I got in, I could have been home in my bean bag chair eating chocolate from my candy pot while watching my favorite series Teen Wolf. I stepped inside with Sophia following her to the bar, I see a few wolves playing beer pong and som

Once inside, a wave of stale sweat, alcohol and sex hit me and I gagged, my stomach souring. The room was crammed with bodies dancing under the red light. I turned around, squinting, hoping I could spot her in the mass of bodies. I saw her, just beyond the pole dancers, whining her waist on the laps of a man. Sinclair. She looked up and her eyes landed on me. She gasped.

She asked. “ Better. Hopefully.” She replied, not really sure. “ And you?” “ I’m good. What about you?” She asked back. “Same here.” Looks at her hand. “I can see you brought her flowers?” “ Stacy gave it to me. She couldn’t make it here so, she asked me to come over. We met at the gas station.” Cynthia nodded. Returns her gaze back to Sonia. “ Please do take care of her for us.” “I will.” To Be Continued… SEX WITH THE DEVIL

I leaned back against the pole and slowly lifted my skirt, giving my audience a good look at the tight plaid thong that barely covered my soaked pussy. Then, I did a small twerk, making my ass to bounce in the air. My eyes remained pinned on Mark’s smug face as I resisted the urge to close up the distance between us and throw a goddam punch at him. I hated how this made me feel. I hated how it turned me on. That had always been the sick truth of Vixen. It wasn’t just the attention. It wasn’t just the control. It was the humiliation. It was knowing I was being degraded and still getting wet from it.

"So how did it actually go? The meeting? You've been pretty quiet about it." I fiddled with a charger cord, buying a second. "He called me Vixen. Within five minutes of meeting me." I laughed but it came out sharper than I intended. "Because apparently I hunt stories like a fox. That's his read on me after five minutes." I rolled my eyes. "He is so weird, Ty." Tyler raised an eyebrow. "That's… actually kind of accurate." I crossed my arms. "Ty." "And the contract signing?" He asked.

Vixen snarls and snaps at him. Stag- Baby, please. Vixen- Don’t 'Baby' me, you traitor. Is that pup yours? Stag- Duke and I did not put that pup in her. You have my promise. Vixen- How many times did he cheat on Gabby since you woke up? Stag- Thirty-six. Vixen- You never stopped him? …….. Vixen- That tells me everything I need to know. Get away from me.

My vision was a bit pitiful, but the scents that came off of them gave me a better idea of who exactly had decided to jump me. Tyler was the first scent that hit me, which instantly made me growl. I smelled a mixture of jaguar and lion after that. More jaguar than lion. They began to close in on me, causing me to jump back. I kept blinking 'til my vision was clearer, though it was doing nothing for the headache that was starting to grow. I examined the clear figures in front of me and noticed that not a single one was unarmed. Bats, pipes, and crowbars were gripped tightly as I stood and got into a fighting position. I ignored the three lions, one of which being Nico's Beta, and the one unkn