Triassic Cuddle Novels & Stories

We both burn in the fire of burning love, embracing unstoppable passion. In that tight embrace, I felt as if we were one, even though we were such different beings. On that night, in the mysterious forest, the love between the tribrid and the werewolf was passionately created. Gabriel and I have bound our love in the mate sign drawn on our necks. We are sure that no one will dare try to take away our tight hug from each other. It didn't matter how strong the temptation seemed, because our every touch was electric, and the passion of our love never subsided.

The sheer anticipation of the slaughter, the raw male dominance radiating from the three trillizos, and the proximity of my final vengeance created a sudden, suffocating wave of desire. Asher didn't wait for permission. He stepped into my space, his large, calloused hand gripping the back of my neck with a sudden, bruising force that tilted my head back. "Just in case we don't get a chance to celebrate later, doll," he growled low in his throat, before smashing his lips onto mine in a feral, desperate kiss that tasted like rain, iron, and pure possessiveness.

My magic might be gone, but my resolve, my fierce protectiveness, was stronger than ever. The pack members, now more relaxed, slowly began to file in to see the room, their eyes wide with interest and admiration. They admired the soft, handcrafted details—the delicate mobile, the tiny clothes, the plush blankets. They paused at the sturdy wooden crib, crafted from dark, rich wood, noting the intricate, triple-marked insignia—the interwoven symbols of the Triplet Alphas—carved meticulously into its headboard. And above it, a simple, elegant nameplate that read: Little Star. A placeholder. A dream. A beacon of hope.

Clyde’s load coming out of me made me feel empty enough to seek another alpha’s pheromones. I kept kissing him. He tightened his grip on my waist and tightened my body against his. I felt his bulge inside his trousers and kept kissing him. Uriel kissed me back and pulled away from me. He cupped my face as we both looked at each other under the shower, its water glistening down our white bodies. His hand traced my nose and rubbed against my face as he heaved a long sigh. “Raava.” He mumbled and kept rubbing my cheeks. “Can I…”

“I always knew you’d be mine.” --- Author's Note: Hey friends! I hope that you enjoyed this collection of stories about of our favorite characters. It was a lot of fun to be able to explore them a little more. Here is some information about current and upcoming projects: 1. This is the end of the Trio of Mates series, but don't despair! We'll be starting on the Trios Legacy series, which will be about 8 books about the children of the trios. The first one will be about Zak, Charlie, and Brandond's pups, called Hide and Seek. All of the books will be named after children's games because it's about the children of the trios. This book will come out the week of Christmas.

I kneel down and run my hand over his back, rubbing my fingers over his floppy ears. "Aww, is this the little cutie I have been hearing all about?" Tarra coos as she joins me, sitting on her knees to pet him. Her fingers rub on his opposite ear before they move to the collar, lifting the tag. Her eyes widen and she places her hand over her mouth as she lets out a small gasp. "Oh my gosh, Cassandra! What the fuck, seriously? Is that really his name?"

She hurriedly turned back and before leaving , she again snuggled close to Oz and hugged him once . Oz had developed a soft spot for Trinity because he was also a baby unicorn. Trinity was the first one to accompany it. With her tiny feet , she hurried back and giggled merrily spotting her father. Ester opened his arms widely to have this little angel in his arms. She ran and snuggled in his chest.

Xenox stood at the head of the chamber with the priestess hovered near the table, eyes darting between us like she expected someone to explode at any second. “What the hell was that?” he demanded, slamming his palm against the stone table. “Tell me this is some mistake.” The priestess flinched. “The goddess does not make mistakes. This is just… rare,” she began carefully. “Rare doesn’t cover it,” Xenox said. “Try impossible.” Her shoulders sagged. “Not impossible.” “Then explain this,” I said, meeting her eyes sharply. “Ancient texts speak of something called a Triadic Bond,” she said quietly. “Three souls bound by the Moon Goddess instead of two.”

She brings her hands up to tangle in my hair. The Jeep’s steaming hot. Trish clutches Teddy’s left breast and wraps her lips around her nipple. She sucks on it roughly. Arousal shoots into my cock. Trish let’s go of her nipple. She pulls both breasts apart and then, she pushes them together. Her fingers pinch her nipples, pulling and squeezing hard. Teddy moves her hips from side to side. She bounces on top of me. Grinds her hips. Each movement hits differently. We’re both crying out loud with each thrust. My head hits the back of my seat.