The Mech Touch Exlor Novels & Stories

I touched her bare back and she moaned, kissing me on the neck. She ran her fingers in my hair, sending my spirits soaring in the sky. As though she was not getting enough of me, she slid her hands under my shirt and touched my bare chest, running her hand on my abs and upward my chest and I groaned. Knight fought for release, he wanted to be released so that he could meet his mate. His destined mate. His Gift from the moon goddess. "Alpha, Where are you?" I heard Matteo's voice in my head.

Could he not watch where he was going? Ignoring him, she bent to retrieve the contents of her purse scattered on the floor. “Here let me help with that” The man said, bending to pick up a pen, just about the same time Yvonne was going to reach for it and their fingers touched. Yvonne froze, her hand suspended midair. At his touch, a slam of shock, almost like electricity, hit her so hard she trembled at the impact, and her wolf howled loudly in her head in joy.

She looked over at the brave male right beside her to find him toying with a relic of telekinesis. "What in the world are you doing?" she asked him angrily. "Learning how to use magical relic. Since I can't do spells on my own I am going to need this," he said innocently to her. Yulvar couldn't believe her eyes. She was just realizing how shameless the hybrid was. He even dared to slide his hand and touch her skin. "I have something else to attend to, let my right-hand man know your decisions," she said to them and stood up and left the room.

"It's almost as if I'm connecting with a kindred mind instead of a soulless machine." He discarded the notion as soon as it popped up. Mechs couldn't think, let alone influence his thoughts. The spec sheet clearly stated the mech hosted no AIs in its memory banks. The neural interface also passed the MTA's stringent tests, so his observations were not clouded by contamination. Caruthers threw away all superfluous thoughts and finished up the booting process. He then took his mech out of the container. Each step thundered the ground, enough that Marcella found herself forced back. The mech turned around and took up the mace and shield hanging on a rack. The heavy tower shield felt solid to hi

The boy paused. Then stepped aside. Inside, the space was colder, lit with wall-mounted panels salvaged from old solar rigs. Machinery cluttered the corners—half-built drones, stripped weapons, cooling vents that leaked steam and oil. She emerged from the shadows like a spider. Madam Glitch looked like someone who had survived five different lives and didn’t like any of them. One arm was entirely mechanical, long fingers clicking against each other. Her face was lined, unreadable. A jagged coil ran from her left temple into a metal collar around her neck.“You brought something,” she said flatly.

Before Zoe left, she gave me a long look and warned, "My car will still be parked here tonight. You'd better not try to pry open my car door and steal my memory card." I immediately sensed her implication. The following night, I successfully pried open her car door and obtained the memory card. Actually, I knew she was always going to give me the memory card, one way or another. I'd been watching Zoe's car for a long time, knowing that she liked parking her car by the roadside. She'd also installed a dashcam and kept it recording 24/7 to prevent any accidents. I also knew she had a daughter. After Cora burned me with the curling iron, I crawled forward with all my might, making sure I was wi

She signaled to her bodyguards with a flick of her wrist. "Lock down this street; it's payback time. "Who was it that kicked me in the stomach? Who zapped me with a stun gun? Who insulted my dad, calling him a fishball vendor? Show yourself! Nobody's walking away from this." She glared at Alora and the bodyguards. "Heard you snagged a Roman ceremonial bowl at the auction last month? How about we see if your chopped-off limbs can fit in it?" Alora's legs buckled with fear, and she scrambled, clinging to Eric's clothes.

Because it meant Micah had no excuse. The first touch was barely a brush. Roman dragged his fingers over Micah’s cock like he wasn’t even trying to please him. Just observing. Testing. Like a scientist learning what twitch meant pain, and what tremble meant want. Micah hissed through his teeth. “Too much?” “Fuck you.” Roman smiled. “We’re getting there.” Another stroke, slow, so slow, Micah wanted to scream. It wasn’t even pleasure yet, it was just heat and pressure and the unbearable knowledge that he was being watched. Studied. Controlled. His toes curled where his ankles were tied apart.

“That feels so good…” He pulled back just enough to look at me, eyes dark. “You are so beautiful when you moan my name like that.” His hands slid under my sweater, palms warm against my skin. “Can I touch you, Stella? I need to feel you.” “Yes,” I whispered. “Please touch me.” He kissed me again, deep and possessive, while his hands explored. He cupped my breasts through my bra, thumbs brushing over my nipples until they hardened. “I want to taste these,” he said, voice rough. “Is that okay?”

He's spoken with many people but not this Xenia. She chuckled. "Boy, don't be scared." she patted his shoulder. "I-I'm not," "You spoke to me one time but not face to face." "Er?" he looked bewildered now. He'd never chatted with her on the phone. He didn't even have her number! What was she playing at? "Username Weston101, member of Tihatz squad, their main jungler and proficient in using assassins. Your main is Gusion. Second liked assassin is Ling. Am I correct, Weston?" Xenia beamed creepily at him while he jolted.