The Mech Touch Exlor Novels & Stories

Victor suddenly spotted something interesting. One of the mechs descending from the sky actually had a Funnel mounted on its shoulder. "Now this is getting interesting."

"That's specific enough. She must have marked it somehow, or trusted Matt to remember exactly where." They approached the altar carefully, both of them studying the worn stone floor for any sign of disturbance, any hint of a hidden space beneath the ancient tiles. Roberto knelt slowly, running his hands along the seams where floor met altar, and Alicia watched him work with quiet, patient attention, feeling the weight of nearly thirty years of silence pressing down on the small, sacred space around them. "Here," Roberto said finally, his voice tight with discovery. "This tile moves. Just slightly, but it moves."

He wears a leather tunic. He is sprightly, hopping out of the carriage and landing on the ground. I find myself staring at him. He heads straight for our Alpha and the two embrace, slapping each other's backs. "It's good to see you," Alpha Maxwell says. He has the energy of a pup, I think, rather than a distinguished grandfather like Alpha Nico. "You, too," Alpha Nico responds. "May I introduce my mate, Luna Tatiana." The Luna steps forwards and shakes hands with the visiting Alpha.

His hand slipped boldly into my pants, fingers wrapping around my cock, despite everything — the shame, the fear, the soreness — I hardened instantly under his touch. I hated how easily my body betrayed me,damn it Why does his touch feel so good?. Jayden pulled back just enough to speak, his voice calm and dangerously intimate against my ear. “My good boy… I want to fuck you so bad, so hard that the only thing you can think about is me, the only name on your lips will be mine.” I turned my face to the side, trying to hide how flushed I had become. Deep down, a forbidden thrill ran through me at his words,I wasn’t supposed to like this,i wasn’t supposed to want it.

Every part of me aches with something. What happened? How long had I been unconscious that my body felt so sore and aching? My eyes fluttered. Two times. Three times. It flutters into a series of fast movements until I can open them again and adjust to the lighting of the place. A face is too close to mine. Alpha Klaude looks devilishly crooked while grinning at me in his naked form with only his rugged-looking pants on. He licked his lips as I froze in place, anticipating what he would do next as he looks at me with a cruel intention in his eyes. Alpha Klaude grazes his thumb over my dry lips and I unintentionally moan in response.

The noise stopped in my head but one question popped up, why did the girl sit behind me where there were so many vacant chairs inside? The question faded when I realized that was not my concern. So, I went back to reading until such time I finished doing my research. When I was done, I gathered all the books I took, I even fixed my jacket. When I was about to bring them back to the shelves, I stood up and carried them when accidently, the girl and I bumped to each other. So, technically, he touched me, I touched her. Due to excessive fear combined with surprise, I froze like I was under a spell wherein I was motionless. I could not even breathe; the fact that we touched each other, for sure,

My eyes misted up as I touched the tattoos on his athletic chest. His touch grew slower, almost cautious. His lips moved gently along my neck, sending me a warm rush. Each peck from him was so intense, making my breathing heavier, clearly audible in our quiet room, accompanied only by the sound of my racing heart. My hands moved uncontrollably, exploring the surface of his hard, muscular chest. My fingers traced the contours of the tattoos etched into his skin. The tattoo was so familiar to me that I could touch it without even opening my eyes.

I needed to be taken. My eyes scanned the room, landing on the small, velvet-lined box on my bedside table. Inside lay a collection of toys, gifts from a previous Luna, a woman who understood the unique torment of an Alpha’s wife. My still slick fingers, reached for the box, fumbling with the latch. It clicked open, revealing a vibrant array of silicone and glass. My gaze settled on a long, thick dildo, veined and realistic, designed to mimic a powerful cock. It felt heavy in my hand, cool and smooth against my skin.

"I'm Mirela. Sit by me." Kai raised a brow. "She sits where I say." Mirela laughed. "And where do you say, boss?" He flicked his gaze to the empty chair beside Mirela. "There." I bit back a grin and slid into the seat. The meeting unfolded in tidy layers. They talked about aerodynamics, sustainable materials, and a prototype with a body panel that sang when you knocked it no, not sang, but the sound had a pitch like a bowl, soft and perfect. I tried to be discreet about my fascination until Kai leaned behind my chair, his hand grazing the backrest.

When his fingers dipped into my underwear, I grit my teeth. “You’re so wet, Nova,” he said softly, lips and nose pressed into my neck. Damian was the one touching me, but he sounded just as affected as I was. His finger slipped past my clit, finding my hole where he spread my arousal around. I peered down, seeing his tattooed hand disappearing into my lacy underwear. I smirked—I liked how that looked. The tip of his finger dipped into my hole, feeling me just for a second and I heard him groan.