Sydney Sweeney Ao3 Novels & Stories

Aiden tilted his head and my throat went dry when he said, “Then why did I hear your voice moaning my name when you orgasmed with your fingers inside your pussy?” You can read Twisted Therapist on various online book platforms. This story is about Hayden’s best friend Aiden and his sister Ivy Knight. It has brother’s best friend trope, age gap, mild ddlg theme, very forbidden and a total steamfeast! If you want, you can join Mahi Mistry's F******k Group or Page: Author Mahi Mistry and also follow her on I*******m @authormahimistry to keep up with the recent updates regarding her books! You can access all the books + bonus content on her P*****n Page Mahi Mistry.

Liam feeds his cock into my hand, then guides it to my mouth. I suck him deep, cheeks hollow, while Ethan slid two fingers inside me, curling hard. The sounds we made were obscene. Wet mouths, broken gasps, the fire’s low crackle. “Ahhh…I'm…gonna cum” Ava screams as Liam inserts his fingers into her pussy. Liam was next, his thighs clamping my head, as his cum pulses down my throat. “Shit…..that was sexy” he smirked. Ethan rose, rolling on a condom with shaking hands, and sank into me in one slow thrust.

She pulled away a little, staring at me with surprise in her eyes. For a second I was worried I had said something off or sounded stupid. Then I heard her say: “Who are you and what did you do to Aiden?” I couldn’t hold back the laugh. She giggled as I laughed. Sydney was right, maybe getting close to Avery and working towards being better was a good thing. I like this new excitement I’ve found. Speaking of Sydney, there’s something off, if my suspicions are true, I might have to kill Stephan, a second death would be good.

She adds with a small smile, and I chuckle. “Seems like I’m walking on thin ice here,” I say and we both look at the elders having a discussion with each other, not bothered by our conversation. Bronze is engaged with them, giving his input while I just sit beside him and play candy crush on my phone. The woman nods. “The elders don’t like anything they do not understand. You, being a celestial wolf, are something they don’t understand, so they neglect it.” She looks at me again. “I’m Sydney.”

Jethro shook the small syringe in front of Gemma's face. "What is that?" Gemma shook her head honestly, not knowing what it was and unaware that it was meant for her. Jethro laughed when he saw Gemma's innocent expression and the desire burning in her eyes. He was obsessed with the syringe and said, "This is a new aphrodisiac that has just been developed and hasn't been released on the market yet. This drug is very expensive. But don't worry, it will make you feel comfortable without any side effects."

She seems intent on something. Just as the sound around me reaches astronomical levels, a searing pain rips through my neck, and my wolf howls as my body convolts. Sydney has sank her fangs into my neck, marking me as hers. ******** THIRD PERSON POV As Finley spills into the room dragging a blanket covered, Sarah, Tabitha spots Sydney forcing herself on a disgusted-looking Stanley. His face is twisted with anger, disbelief, and repulsion as the redhead tries to touch her lips to his. As Stanley locks eyes with his mate, Tabitha realizes Sydney's true goal.

*** The monster roared, spraying the mannish woman’s insides with its frothy seed. Sydney wailed in agony, felt the burning spread within her. The Reverend crumpled to the floor naked, spent. He kneeled before her wide-open legs as if in worship. Syd began to crawl away, sliding down the three-step riser painfully, dragging herself on elbows and knees under Christ’s woeful gaze. Something trickled between her thighs and Sydney’s inquisitive fingers came away with bright blood upon them. She sobbed as she clambered along on her belly.

The teasing may have been killing her but it had her dripping. "Quade," she whined as I brought my claw to her inner thigh. "Patience Sydney," I warned. She watched me intently, hissing when the claw broke the thin veil of skin, an incision of about three centimeters being made. The metallic scent of blood filled the room as the sticky crimson-colored liquid dripped down her thigh. Retracting my claws, I caught the droplets of blood with my tongue, lapping every drop. The copper taste filled my mouth and I sighed. It was pleasurable knowing that Sydney seemed pretty into it as well, eyes rolling back and teeth sinking into her bottom lip as she struggled against the silk belt binding her.

I wrap my arms around his neck, closing my eyes as I bury my face in the crook of his neck and breathe in that heavy, wooded scent that turns my body molten. Mine. I shove the thought away before it can get me into any more trouble than I am now. “Better?” he whispers into my hair. His voice is low and full of smoke, raspier than usual. Needier and heavy with desire. I want to tell him not to stop. To keep touching me. To touch me lower. Much lower. But that ache between my thighs sends warning bells ricocheting through my skull. Sydney pulls his hand from the folds of my robe and reaches into the shower, turning the water on full blast.

His brown eyes looked like fresh honey and his red hair resembled curls that were lit with flames. "Sleep is a rarity these days," Sydney answered before turning to Thorne, Penelope, and me, "this is my brother Sylvain," she then pointed to each of us respectively and said our names, "Thorne, he's a hellhound. This is Penelope, the witch. And Lilith, vampire Queen." Sylvain's ginger eyebrows scrunched and those whirlpool honey eyes of his landed on Julian, "I thought you said your mate's a werewolf. Did you reject her?"