The Third Wheel Strikes Back Novels & Stories

A wave of pleasure washed over me, overwhelming my mind. With an innocent expression on her face, she asked, "Mr. Turner, you feel so hard down here. Can I have a look?" Was this young woman truly ignorant? Or was it all an act? How could she not know what was under my shorts? I truly wanted to whip it out and stuff it in her mouth, but with Kerrigan and Carl in the next room, I had no choice but to move Shanine's hand away. As I did that, she suddenly changed her tone and whispered, "Mr. Turner, if you don't fulfil my request, I'll let others know that you've been stealing my stockings."

Gael, Hakeem, and I had passed out after four hours of non-stop mating. I was sandwiched between my two men, my head resting on Hakeem’s chest and Gael’s leg and arm thrown over both of us as he snuggled into my back. I felt as if I had just fallen asleep when flashes and fragments of dreams began to play through my mind. They were disjointed, speeding through my mind almost too fast to catch. There is Charlie holding two pups in her arms, the pack being attacked on the western front, Arya fallen to her knees sobbing in the middle of a battlefield, funeral pyres, me looking down at my pregnant stomach with Gael and Hakeem smiling down at me, whoops of victory and wails of defeat. As the

My right hand was still clenched into a fist, the fading warmth of that golden mark seeping from my palm. Then the Third Lord rose. He'd set his cigar on the edge of a crystal ashtray. The ash had grown long. Unshaken. He moved slowly as he stood. So slowly he might have been a weary old man rising from his favorite chair. But the moment he was on his feet, everyone shrank back half an inch. The air behind him tightened. A wire, twisted to its absolute limit. Not yet snapped, but already keening. He pulled a silver whistle from the inner pocket of his jacket. Didn't blow it. Just touched it to his lips.