The Mech Touch Novels & Stories

“I’m gonna come .” “Yeah, let me feel it,” he growled, slamming into me . I squeezed my eyes shut, took a deep breath, and concentrated on his fingertips gliding over my nub. As the fire inside of me boiled over, my body started to tighten up, and then a wave-like burst of ecstasy swept over me. As my warm, moist fluids poured all over his cock, he moaned. He carefully retracted his hips before making a strong forward push. He continued to thrust into me as I jerked and moaned beneath him. He pulled on my hips, pushed his cock as far into me as he could, and held it there with one more powerful thrust. He tightened his grip on my hips while groaning loudly. His cock pulsed inside me as he er

Gale-force winds and torrential rain battered the flight deck, but inside the drop bay, the atmosphere was suffocatingly tense. Three mechs stood at the edge of the open bay doors. Two were the new Mark VII "Vanguard" Twin Mechs, their sleek, aerodynamic chassis pulsing with a ghostly cyan nanolaminate glow. Behind them stood Jack in his heavily upgraded Mark VI Defender mech, looking like a walking fortress.

She was alone at the top floor of the hidden facility. The door creaked open. A man stepped inside, trailing bloody footprints behind him and holding a katana. His face was calm. “There you are,” he said, exhaling with relief. He dropped the katana and reached out to touch the woman’s cheek, but stopped. Blood still covered his hands. He picked up a tissue from the nearby table and began wiping them clean. “Hilda would get mad if I touched her with blood on my hands,” he said with a soft smile.

Her upper body lunged forward, grabbing her throat as she took in another sharp breathe of air. A bright, white light greeted her panicked eyes, and she quickly closed them. An annoying beeping noise sounded to her right. The noise was familiar, just like an alarm clock. Harlow lifted her other hand, trying to shut it off as the noise of its beeping seemed to get louder; however, she felt a tug from the back of her hand to reach the machine. She put her hand back where it was.

"You owe me that. After everything, you've put me through. At the very least you owe me the truth." "You're right, Cooper. It's time for the truth. They are Rekker and the Shadow Souls. We are the Speculo Sentry. You are the chosen, a Miracuman. Each exists because of the other, all entwined." Her mother spoke quickly and to the point. There was no time for gentle truths anymore. Cooper turned to her mother full on, eyes flashing with anger. "This is such bullshit!"

After saying that, Vera also teased: "It's just your girlfriend is too bold!" Vera told Harris to blush. He pursed his lips and shook his head, refusing to communicate with her. Suddenly, the whole office was strangely silent. Harris saw a strange man appear in front of the office door. Harris seemed to be magically making his body stiff, and for a second, he was facing the opponent's eyes. Blue eyes again!

It can give you comfort without knowing you are slowly losing your breath to die. Beta Jacob whistles while staring at me. “Do you need help?” he arrogantly asked. I sharply stare at his face, wanting to erase every possible reason for him to smirk like that. “What? I know I am hot, Elle Rose but you can’t stare at me like that.” “Like what?” I replied, cheering myself as I successfully grabbed the dagger and brought it to my hands. He leaned over the doorway. Beta Jacob is muscular and lean. He and his alpha are both muscular and lean, actually. “Like you are hungry for my touch, Elle Rose. You are looking at me as if you wanted to spread your legs for me.”

I told him I was just about to link him, and he ordered me to put the Luna in the car to get something to eat and head home. As I turn the SUV out onto the road, I glance in the rear-view mirror and notice Kelp is looking rather green. I glance at Alpha, and he is playing with his phone. Linking the gamma, I ask, "Hey, what's up? You're not looking too good." He looks at the little girl sitting next to him holding on to her wolf. Then I hear, "Mark, we have a problem." Again, I glance toward the Alpha, " What?" The Luna, she's moon touched."

He smirks, tracing his thumb along my lips. I shudder when his smooth palm makes contact with my thigh, sliding up. "W….what are you doing?" My lips tremble as the question slips out. The way my skin burns at his touch is strange and the burning sensation that feels within me causes more confusion. Why am I vulnerable to his touch? "I can smell the rejection all over you." He sniffs as he kisses my nape and a moan leaves my mouth before I can control it. The heat intensifies and my wolf's thuds are relentless.

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