Talia Mar Hot Novels & Stories

Where did she get that smoky hot as fuck voice? "What?" Didn't she realize that I had no brain cells left? "Underneath, unhook me." She pointed between her legs. I pulled the crotch of her little torture device apart with a snap, helping her remove it from her body. When she tried to sit on my cock I knew the time had come and I was scared out of my fucking mind. I couldn't afford to mess this up. The great Talon Avery was for the first time in his life questioning his performance. Everything that came before paled in comparison to this. She's my ever after, the woman of my heart, this has to be more than a fuck to slate my lust. It has to be everything.

“Let’s go inside.” If Taliana had the option of staying in the car for the rest of the day, she would’ve done it without hesitation. Unfortunately, she found herself being dragged across the parking lot toward the school. Marissa released her a few seconds later and then proceeded to shoot her a steely look. “Try not to embarrass yourself today,” Marissa warned. “I’m a cheerleader this year, and the girls on the squad will totally tease me about anything stupid you do.” Taliana had to suppress a laugh at how serious she was. “I’ll try my best.” She swung her gaze to Vanessa. “What about you? Will anything I do to embarrass myself affect you?”

I said. "... you have had your ten, but then the Alpha gets you pregnant again? Abortion, Adoption or keep?" he finished. "Do you ever think the Alpha's brothers are hot?" Mason inquired "Or his sisters. Jesus Christ. Elena and Bella are the mateless ones, right?" Mason said. "There's sweet little Lisa too, but she's only sixteen." "Sixteen is old enough for me," Max said, a disturbing smile creeping onto his face. "You guys are sick," I spat only satisfying them even more.

Marissa revealed. "Cooking for your man?" Stella teased lightly. Marissa chuckled. "No, he's not my man. It's just a gesture of appreciation for how he's been treating me lately. Plus, he's been cooking too. But who knows, maybe he's still with his longtime lover, Diana." "Diana is like the name sounds familiar. You once told me about a Diana with her daughter. Is she the same person?" Stella inquired. "The rape case..." Marissa trailed off, the memory still haunting her.

“That man out there? He is in love with you, and frankly speaking, I have no idea why you’re not doing him.” “I know, right!” Talia blurts out. “He has the face of a fucking actor and the body of Thor!” “Mhm, if I were single, I would be all over that.” “Agreed! I love beautiful men!” “Do you? Because I like being eaten out, but this face is like…too pretty. Like girl—I would be SHY about sitting on that face!” “Maria,” I groan, pressing my palms against my face at how slutty they are being. “Not you too.”

Is he really our mate? ‘Wow! Slow down, girl!’ She giggles. ‘Yes, we are lycan. My name is Tala. And yes, he is our mate. Goddess, he is handsome! We did well on this one. Yum!’ she practically drools in my head, looking at Takoa. I mean, yes, he is really easy on the eyes. His large, massive frame was built of all muscle. Tattoos that peek out from his shirt collar and sleeves. Those almond-shaped eyes with his chiseled features. He is definitely the type of girl's dream about. So why would the moon goddess pick him up for me?

Leroy muttered, and both women giggled again, their hair dancing. “Then there’s Maweli. She mainly keeps to herself.” Trocana’s face grew troubled. “She likes pain… like a lot.” “Which is good because our master can satisfy those urges with her,” Jadona added. Leroy suddenly felt sick. “He likes to inflict pain?” The women glanced at each other. “He likes to play hard,” Trocana finally responded. “But he’s never hurt us.” Another glance. “That is, not unless he was punishing us.”

Lucien’s pov- I buckled my belt back up, watching Maria slide her panties back up and over her now red marked thigh before covering the site from my eyes as she fixed her dress into place. I was rough with her, a little too rough, not holding back as I relentlessly gave her what she had asked for. The visible red marks left upon her hips, ass cheeks and thighs from my grip not only made me swell with proud possessiveness but swallowed me with a rage aimed only towards myself at the fact I had hurt her enough to leave marks upon her beautiful body.

The Beta Commander was a massive giant, a male far too large for any wolf in this valley to miss. “I certainly would have caught his scent line if he was on the floor,” she remarked, her brows drawing together in a deep frown. Today, Talia was flaunting her wealth in a bright yellow halter ruched bodycon tunic, paired with a matching yellow wool sweater and towering yellow platform boots that added inches to her height. Her dark hair was hoisted into her standard messy bun on the absolute top of her head, making her look incredibly tall and imposing. “Well, if your eyes had actually been clear, then you would have caught his frame leaning right into my space,” I murmured, my bare fingers cas

I am probably wet. "He is so hot." "Yes, very hot." Rita and her friends discuss. Yeah, totally! He is fucking hot! I can't agree more with these girls. • My mind says he is a CEO, intelligent, Greek god, probably has hoes under his sleeves. • My heart argues that he is beautiful, we should keep him in a museum. Even his hands are prettier than my face! • My vagina screams, TAKE IT, just take my virginity. Take me right now on stage. For fuck’s sake, just take it.