Tiffany Aching Series 소설 & 이야기

ANDY The crash of glass outside froze us both. Tiffany stood there bent over my kitchen counter, my shirt rucked up around her waist, cum still dripping down her inner thighs in slow, thick trails. Her pussy looked wrecked, red and puffy, lips parted and glistening. She straightened quick, eyes darting toward the back door, but her hand stayed between her legs, rubbing our mess into her skin like she couldn't help it. "Damien," she whispered, voice shaky but edged with heat. "He's losing it."

I said. "Common man, opportunities like this are rare." "I've gotta go," I said slowly backing away. "Fine with that dude," He said and raised his hands. Pretty sure some of those bitches got STDs. Then I saw Allen and Ciara seated behind the bar counter and laughing. "Allen, you seen Tiffany?" "Nah," Allen replied. "Yeah, saw her down the hallway some moments ago," Ciara said. "Wasn't asking you." I snapped. "A thank you would have been better." She gritted her teeth.

She was back to life, but she looked weak. She glared at me too, forcing a smile on her face. “Angel,” I whispered under my breath. Tears were already forming in my eyes. I wanted to hold her! “Yeah,” she responded in the same manner, attempting to move, only to be reminded she was chained as well. Ace clapped twice and got our attention back to him. “It's your lucky day today. Just have a chat, talk about anything; secrets, feelings, kiss, I don't really care. All you have is…half an hour! Use it wisely!” He concluded and stormed off.

They are all dressed in some sort of lingerie too. I look over the group and see Tiffany looking up at me defiantly. I slowly walk up to her, letting my angry alpha aura pulse around me. She returns to a submissive stance and begins to shake when I get near her. “Tiffany, what exactly are you all doing in here? You have not been invited into my quarters, EVER!”

RACHEL The whole place throbbed with bass, lights flashing like they were trying to blind someone. I’d never liked parties too loud, too sweaty, too many people pretending to have the best night of their lives. But it was Tiara’s birthday, and she’d dragged me here with the same force a tornado uses to lift cars. I was just trying to breathe through the chaos when a hand slid around my waist slowly, and very confidently. My heart jerked as I spun around.

“Tell me something not work-related.” Ainara raised an eyebrow. “Like what?” “Like… are you seeing someone?” Ainara hesitated. “It’s complicated.” Tasha grinned. “That’s the best kind.” They laughed, and for the first time in days, Ainara felt lighter. They talked about college, travel, dream projects, and the weirdest clients they’d ever had. Then Tasha said, “We’re going home the day after tomorrow, right?” “Yup. Project’s on track. We deserve a little shopping.”

In the next second my phone flashed with a message from her. “Clearly I underestimated you. Well done June.” the message read with a smiley emoji. I was confused for a moment before a picture was sent and my entire body froze. In the picture I stood incredibly close to White as he looked at me tenderly like I was something precious and vulnerable that he must protect, he had his arm around my waist, my body pressed up against his. His fingertips grazing my forehead. When I looked in Clara’s direction she was already gone. “Fuck!” I quietly curse under my breath when I realized the shit I’ve put myself into.

While flashing a triumphant smile towards Alycia whose face changed. "Feel that! You think I'd give in so easily, huh? You village girl! Let's see Uncle Anderson later! After all, there are still many other opportunities! The important thing is that my heart is happy, seeing Alycia's pale and flushed face! Hahaha...You couldn't beat me before, and you won't now, Alycia! Don't dream!" Tiffany exclaimed to herself. Tiffany ran out the door of the treatment room, just as she had reached the end of the door, someone entered accidentally and bumped into her.

Addam warned, his voice low and threatening. Tiffany’s eyes flashed with fury. “This is not what we planned. I don’t know what spell she’s cast on you, but just know that I, Tiffany, always get what I want even if it means going through you,” she spat out, grabbing the case and storming out of the bar.

I like how we can comfortably chat with each other. "Doesn't he still hope now?" Tiffany shook her head and go back to looking at the sink. "It's not that extreme compared to before. He already created a tomb for her." Suddenly, I got curious about Tyler's mate and why didn't she come back. "Who's she?" Tiffany looked at me with a grin. "Oh, I'm sure as hell you know who I'm talking about." I gulped and a heavy load formed in my chest as my head started to form someone. Oh, hell no she didn't!