Thor Ao3 Novels & Stories

which triggers Theo's knot. I feel like I've just died and gone to heaven. Every part of my body feels such delicious pain that I can't stand it. I might even come again, especially with the tortured way Theo moans, thrusting his knot inside me and sucking on my blood like he can't get enough. Finally. I have all I wanted. ✨ T H E E N D ✨

But my voice wavered, coming out as a moan, which only seemed to amuse him. Leaning in even closer, Thorian whispered, his lips tantalizingly close to my ear, "Moaning for me already?" He gently nipped at my earlobe, sending an electric jolt through my body, and I couldn't deny the intoxicating attraction that pulsed between us. The thunderstorm outside seemed to mirror the tumultuous emotions surging within the room, setting the stage for what was to come.

I hate being bothered by flies! I kicked him off me--- only to see the tail ends of Kendrick’s wolves hightailing it out of there. Fuck! Thor was on me again, apparently pissed that I ignored him. His teeth sank deep into my flank, ripping away some of the flesh. I howled, as pain short through every fiber in my body, which seemed to amuse the fucker! Asshole! Suddenly, Thor was knocked off me by a huge gray wolf, who easily ripped into Thor like he was made of paper.

I sighed again. "Here we are," Lydia said, drawing me out of my reverie. I looked around and saw that we were a little distance away from the tribe. I could see Thorr working on some animal bones beside a fire. I had noticed the heated looks he had been giving me recently. It was like he was forgetting that I was mated already... and to his alpha. On some lonely nights, I would wonder what it would feel like if I went up to his tent and allowed him to hold me. I would wonder how it would feel if we both gave in to the animal instinct burning inside our bodies. Thea scoffed in my head. She had no part in this fantasy. Sometimes I wondered why Thorr had not found his mate yet.

Devon POV: Slumping on my seat in my office, I sighed deeply. This was the first time in the thousands of years I've lived that I'd think about someone so much. The most annoying thing was that my thoughts weren't occupied by a female, but a male at that! " I'm homophobic, for goodness’ sake!” I yelled and smashed the wine filled glass I was formerly twirling. I ran my fingers through my hair, praying to the goddess that he'd leave my thought, but soon got interrupted when the door was slammed open.

But not only was the binding about to expire—the three slaughter warriors behind him were also rising one after another. “A divine goldsmith—how much alchemical solution can she possibly be carrying?” A dark figure approached slowly. “I’m quite curious, Miss Yina—are you in fact an alchemist? Can you concoct potions while killing your enemies?” Thor stood with his arms folded, the inverted cross on his forearm glaringly conspicuous. The dark holy tome in his hands was open, his black robe rippling in the wind. Among those hulking warriors, he was the leanest in build. But I had no path of retreat.

Aether's Obsession is an explicit 18+ MM sci-fi romance. Contains **graphic sexual content** including: - Detailed oral, anal, fingering, rimming, and penetration scenes - Edging, teasing, marking (bites/bruises), possessive/dominant dynamics - Alien biology (ridges, self-lubrication, heat-like responses) - Size difference, power imbalance, and mild dub-con elements (biological compulsion/heat) Additional mature themes;

The sentences refused to cohere into meaning. She needed the correspondence for the third chapter of her thesis. The third chapter was currently a gap with a heading above it and six increasingly frustrated margin notes below. She was at the library table she'd claimed in the second week on the third floor, east corner, the one with the window that faced the cliffs rather than the courtyard working through the same paragraph she'd been working through for forty minutes when someone set a folder on the table beside her hand. She looked up. Caspian was already moving away.

Just as it appeared the Hunter had her prey pinned, the Vampire shrieked and bucked her off, sending Catherine crashing into the nearby coffin, which fell off its stand and tumbled onto the ground, shaking the entire room. Aaron glanced back to see she was okay and then launched himself at the brunette Vampire. “Oh, you’ve come to me,” she purred. Aaron refused to look into her eyes, which helped, though he could still feel her pulling on his mind. Thinking it might work to his advantage, he smiled at her, and as she pulled him against her chest, he ran his hands up her sides. “Yes,” she whispered. “Touch me, darling. Make me yours.”