Touched By Kallure Novels & Stories

Kitten nodded again. Marta turned to Rob, "As you can see...," she began, as Red spread Kitten's labia. "She's as aroused as you are. There is an aerosolized herb in this and Kitten's suite. It increases arousal when breathed for prolonged periods. Kitten, show your mentor your pretty tail." Kitten turned and bent forward showing her butt plug with the attached tail. She wiggled her ass to demonstrate it.

**“YOU HAVE CLAIMED WHAT WAS NEVER YOURS.” It lifted a clawed hand and in it bloomed a seed of black fire. A curse. An end. Aria didn’t move. She whispered, “Come then.” Kael shouted her name. The fire flared. And the Deepborn struck.

Not anymore. “Stop it!” My scream cracked, fire bursting from my skin in a searing halo. Flames licked across the walls, chasing the shadows, filling the chamber with heat so thick the stone sweated. “Do you even hear yourselves? You’re going to tear each other apart before the Gauntlet even gets the chance!” Caelum’s claws dug into the stone at his sides, the wolf in him straining to tear Elias’s throat open. “He touched you.” His voice broke, a guttural, raw sound. “He touched what’s mine.”

His hands stayed at his sides, but his eyes burned into me like touch. I lifted his hand and placed it on my waist. He exhaled, slow and controlled. “I don’t mix business with pleasure,” I whispered. He leaned down, his mouth at my ear. “Good thing I’m not here for pleasure.” Then he let his hand slide away. The ache inside me throbbed like a fresh bruise. I stepped back, cheeks flushed, arousal soaking the inside of my thighs. I returned to the painting, the air charged now with something molten.

My toes curled as his fingers slipped underneath and pushed them down to grant him better access. The phantom brush of Mattia’s hands still lingered, his dirty fingers and their possessive intent, and it made me sick that someone else would dare touch me there when the only ones who had permission were myself and my future husband. I needed the love of my life to erase that monster’s touch. I lifted my hips to scoot down my clothes, pulling the covers down just a little. I didn’t want to see anything. I just wanted to feel. Unlike when Mattia was touching me, my core was pulsing with heat as Killian’s fingers brushed feather-light along the tender flesh of my inner thigh. I visualized them l

“Korran sends his regards… and his new allies.” Karter’s heart sank. “Goddess help us.” ****** Callie and Damon were losing ground fast. Korran had adapted to her fire and was now countering with shadow tendrils that drained life force on contact. Autumn lay crumpled against the dome, barely conscious, watching her mate become the monster she had helped create. Tears streamed down her face. “I’m sorry… I’m so sorry…” Callie noticed. In a split-second decision, she blasted a hole through the dome and grabbed Autumn, throwing her toward Damon.

"The mountains don't forget how to kill." Kaelor’s touch was different now. Ever since the fight in the pits, the static was gone, replaced by a deep, resonant hum that made Aradaa’s blood feel like warm honey. He turned in Kaelor’s arms, his hands sliding up the King’s scarred chest.

But I remained as rooted. His rough fingertip carefully touched my cheek, exactly where a drops of condensation water mixed with the dirt of the raid. He did not Drop it. His skin was glowing hot as if he had fever, and in his touch shot an electrifying creep through my whole body. “Jada”, he razed. He literally cost the name on his tongue. Suddenly a grumpy, ear-powdering sums broke through the almost peaceful silence. Kael pulled his hand back as if he burned himself. His eyes widened, and

I held the phone on my hand forcefully that the casing broke in my hand. Like an ancient buddy, rage crept into my chest and sat next to the pain. I whispered to nobody, "You think this is over." I stood, ignoring the searing pain in my chest, pulling the IV out with a grunt, blood trickling down my arm. Matteo rushed back in. “Nico! what the hell are you doing?You’re still recovering.” “I’m done recovering,” I growled. “They touched what’s mine. They put their hands on her. Which means no mercy from me.”

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.