Tasting Nora Novels & Stories

Sally exclaimed, clapping her hands over her chest dramatically. “He sure is,” Nora mumbled. She was feeling the effect of several glasses of booze that she had had earlier and was feeling no pain at all. “Come on, show some enthusiasm. Come to think of it, I’m not really sure if he is actually staring at me or you.” “Who cares?” “You should. If …”

she trailed off when heard a new voice from the doorway. “Are you all fighting?” our attention darted to Nora who was standing there in her PJs. “No!” Mom and I spoke together. “Yes!” Stella and Ruby also had uttered along with us. Ignoring our conflicting responses, Nora shook her head and plopped beside Ruby, “Why you people are not drinking tea?” she picked a cup and started taking small sips. “Did I say something wrong,” she raised a challenging eyebrow and filled her fist with lots of cashews, “or if it’s something private, I can leave.”

Anastasia smiled before saying, “I think you are a soothsayer but am not ready to say. Only saying it makes me feel awful.” “No problem! Hey? I heard from Kayla last night that you had an interview today?” Anastasia nodded. “Well here. Have some pancakes and hurry up, you cannot be late for your interview,” Nora quickly passed a plate with few pancakes on across the kitchen island. “Thanks a lot.” Anastasia took a stool and sat next to the island and began to dig in. “They taste amazing. I never knew you were such a good cook.” Nora blushed hard and it was difficult for Anastasia to believe how she had judged Nora upon first glance. She believed people like Nora with punkish and sometimes go

I shrugged my shoulders. "And your neck?" He spoke in a calculated voice. "Better than ever." I mocked him. How could he, expect that he could grab my neck and the answer would be I am fine. I think he's out of his mind. "I tried to apologize... and your sister-in-law got mad." Ignoring him, I focused on the wine in my hand. I remembered the 5 stages of wine tasting... colour, swirl, smell, taste, and savour. Colour... Check...It is blue-black

I asked, forcing a small smile. “You bet.” Nora started the car, engine rumbling like a contented wolf. “Got us a table at that place you used to love. Wait till you see it.” We soon arrived at the restaurant. It glowed with warm light and scent of roasted meat and herbs. Nora talked, teased, ordered my favorite dishes without asking. She tried—gods, she tried—to pull me back into the world of the living. But every so often, like claws scraping bone, two names surfaced in my mind.

"You're a toy, Nora. Once he gets tired of you, he'll toss you back to the wolves just like Kashton did." Valencia handed a glass toward her. "Drink. You're shaking. It’s just cider. Even a 'Blood Moon reject' can handle a bit of sugar." Nora hesitated, her throat feeling like it was filled with sand. She took the glass, her fingers trembling as she took a small sip. It was sweet, but there was a weird, bitter aftertaste that made her tongue feel numb.

"Two espressos. Strong ones." Nora's nails tapped the tablecloth. She was trying to look composed and mostly failing. "So," she said, after a moment. "Done slumming it with the cook?" He looked at her. She fought a shiver. He watched her do it and said nothing. The espressos arrived. She picked hers up with both hands and drank it in one swallow, which told him more about her state than anything else had. He pushed the envelope across the table.

I pivot around, and see Nora leaning against the doorframe, holding two giant brown paper coffee cups, looking at me with that signature smirk that tells me she’s been watching me daydream for a solid five minutes. I smile, shaking my head. “Were you standing out there spying on me?” “Spying? Please.” She strolls into the shop, stepping over a roll of bubble wrap. “I was observing my investment.” “That's just a fancy word for spying, Nora.” “100%. Absolutely.” She glides over and shoves one of the steaming cups into my hands. I take a deep sip, almost weeping with gratitude. “Okay, you're late, but the dark roast redeems you.”

“Actually, tonight’s…” Nora began rattling off ideas before I could finish talking. “How about rosemary lamb? Or that spicy stew we had last winter? Wait, maybe not stew again. Maybe I could make pasta or a casserole? Oh, and I really want to try baking an elderflower cake.” She was so excited that I started to laugh. When she eventually paused, I said, “Let’s not try anything new tonight, Nora. Arya’s will be cooking tonight.” Her jaw dropped. “Arya? The deputy chief warrior Arya? The one who drugged Alpha?”

She was mine. She climbed onto the bed and straddled my face. Her thighs on either side of my head. Her pussy was already glistening with how much she wanted this. "Eat me," she said, not asked. I pulled her down and my tongue found her immediately. She tasted like everything good. Like desire and honey and something uniquely Mila that made me feel like I could come just from this. I licked her slowly, deliberately, taking my time with her. My tongue circled her clit while she made these soft sounds that made my entire body vibrate.