Steamy Enemies To Lovers Novels & Stories

I hissed angrily, advancing in his direction, hating that he kept me hanging when I thought I would get all the answers tonight. “I already did,” he said, controlling his voice. “This will be the last night we’ll see each other, Brielle.” “What?” I murmured, confused at him. I blinked at him, thinking about what I had done wrong. “Why?” It was stupid of me to ask, but I had to know. “I can’t fall in love with an enemy,” he said, staring at me intently. “Let’s just say we belong to different Orders which weren’t exactly in order.”

"Where did you learn to do all that stuff?" "What?" He had the nerve to laugh and reach for me. I evaded his arms and smacked them away. "Oh no you don't, answer me. How many lovers have you had?" "Too many to count, do you know how old I am?" I gave his answer some thought but I had some ideas of my own on the subject. "That's not fair, you've had so many and I've had a grand total of one. I think I need to even the score... Hey!" I'd barely got the last word out before I found myself flat on my back with a very angry vampyre glaring down at me.

It was so strong and nice to the extent I couldn't stop myself from getting close to it. I moved closer and closer, as the scent also became stronger. At that moment, the left door flew open, revealing a very familiar figure, my enemy. As soon as I laid my eyes on him, my mind drifted back to the horrible scene of how he ruined me. Jayden Morningstar, the son of our Alpha. My breath hitched, my heart hammering against my ribs as if it would leap out of my chest any moment soon. I stared at him, as my hands ran cold.

* At that moment, he couldn’t agree more. Stellan pressed on, confused. "Wait, didn’t you and Lena always hate each other? They say the enemy of my enemy is my friend. I thought we could be... half friends." Stellan’s gaze lingered on Alaric’s face, searching for a hint of agreement. "You’re mistaken," Alaric said sharply. "Just because I disagree with someone doesn’t mean I would use underhanded tactics against her or wish her harm. Especially not a woman. That’s nothing to be proud of."

My fingers brushed against his bare forearm, intending only to steady him, but the second my skin made contact with his, a violent, blinding wave of heat slammed through both of us. The mark on my neck flared with a scorching, electric surge that made me gasp. Dominic's breath hitched violently. His large hand came up, his calloused fingers wrapping around my wrist—not to pull away, but to hold me there, his thumb resting right over my racing pulse. The silver in his eyes flared to molten gold as he growled, a possessive hunger that made my knees tremble beneath my gown. He still didn't let go. He slowly lifted his other hand, his knuckles tracing a slow path up my collarbone, his thumb comi

For a few minutes he just lingered there by my door, hesitant, even though I’d basically dismissed him. He then dropped the silence and finally spoke. ‘I also wanted to let you know I have another proposal for you. I was thinking that after the feast this evening it would be the perfect opportunity to introduce you to a fellow wolf from the pack Starry Banes? Their pack resides not too far from ours, just at the bottom of the mountains. He’s a charming young gentlemen and his name is Milano. I’m certain you’ll like this one!’ He said, some what excitedly.

If she didn’t find the person she was looking for, she would apologize to the person in the private room and say that she had entered the wrong room. Calvin caught up with her and saw her knocking on every room. He grabbed her arm.. “Are you crazy? Do you know what kind of people hang out here? Tell me what’s going on!” XXX Enemies on a Narrow Road In a private room in the same location, Daniel was sitting on the dark purple leather sofa, exuding a cold yet charming sense of nobility. His handsome face looked indifferent. Each of his business partners in the private room had one or two female companions sitting next to them, but Daniel sat alone in the corner.

The other hovered near her hair, trembling with restraint. She hooked her fingers into his waistband and tugged the boxers down. His cock sprang free, thick, flushed, already leaking at the tip. She gave him a look that was nothing short of worshipful. "Jesus," he breathed as she wrapped her hand around him, her fingers unable to close fully around his girth. He twitched in her grip, hot and heavy, the veins standing out along his shaft. She leaned in and dragged her tongue along the underside, from base to tip, savoring the musky taste of him. When she reached the head, she swirled her tongue slowly around it, lapping up the slick bead of pre-cum.

“You can rot in here… or drown in a ditch. I do not care. But those two men? I need them to suffer.” She pauses, drinking in our fear like wine. “They are steel hiding in New York… like cowards.” She leans in, voice dropping to a vicious whisper. “Your seester did not take ze bait. Instead of rescuing you, she’s off playing Italian mafia whore… with Damian.” A cruel smirk curves her lips. “But don’t vurry… ve find her soon.” “So instead… we got your Grandpapa. Lucky us.” Her smile drips venom. “Now… my contact, she delivers me Matthew and Damian. And in exchange? I give her you… Sareena… and Meesus Cattaneo.”

But now, I adopted my enemy's style of fighting, not to mention I recently got my Lycan. It is what made it possible for me to sneak in the enemy camp and count all the warriors, even killing one of them when I got the chance. I can hide my scent and move as stealthily as a cat, despite my giant size. And when that useless coward of an enemy arranged to meet with me to try and persuade me to retreat, I happily agreed for two reasons. The first is I wanted to present him with the head of his best friend, as I came to find out the man I killed was. The second is I wanted to have my mate with me, close by while I figure out what to do considering the dilemma I was put in by the goddess.