Tusk Love Novels & Stories

Even now, 700 years later, the remembrance of their love warmed his heart and he could only hope that he and his mate would share something similar. While he was not over taken with sentiment, he did love his parents and he wanted that strong of a bond with his mate. Every male in the clutch did. When his kind mated, it was for life. There was no others. The bond would not allow it. Tine was jarred back to reality by Ashton's sister speaking to him. "There you are, Lord Tine. I have been looking for you all night. I thought perhaps you might like.....some companionship." She said in a simpering voice as she shamelessly rubbed herself against him. While she thought she was being inviting, Tin

Strange. Alice and him never kiss. Alice always says. “Kissing on the mouth is much more intimate than kissing Rosie down there on her lips. Really. Save your kissing is for your forever woman or man. And you know that we are not in the forever game. We are just mating. Like lions. We awaken the beast in each other. Cool with him. He also doesn’t want to kiss a mouth that caressed and treated more jewellery of fellow beasts, than he had fingers and toes to count them on.

All erect and arching proudly over my belly, she took it in her hand, trailing her fingers over the turgid flesh. In the state of masculine arousal, Tina loved every inch of my cock; she loved the taste, the veined texture, and the warm throb of the hard flesh. Sliding her tongue up the shaft, she pressed the crown into her lips, and gave it a soft, wet kiss, before looking into my eyes, "That's a nice anther! Anybody ever tell you that you've got a nice anther?" I laughed, "No...no, I think you're the first."

Isabella continued to sift through the contents of the envelope, her heart sank with each new discovery. Photographs, scattered like broken fragments of a shattered mirror, she picked up the one that stood out the most, lo and behold, her loving husband in the company of a mysterious woman, she couldn't make out her face because of the nose mask she had on, their faces alight with laughter and affection, with a smiling child sitting in-between them, great example of a happy family.

Ferris Kingston nodded at his father in understanding and wondered how he will be patient with that temptress who makes him lose control just by her mere presence. Bottle after bottle of vodka, Noah Lucas chugged 3 bottles just to calm his crying heart. His hazel was now going to get married. The heart break was too much too handle. Tears rolled down his eyes as he remembered her heart piercing words, “Yes...I love him....” Those three word from her mouth for another man made his heart shatter in million pieces. He didn’t hate hazel for loving other man because it was his fault that he didn’t approached her earlier but he intensely hated the man who dared to steal his love from him.

I said, “My lover is a vampire after all. I’ve had plenty of opportunity.” “’Twas no aphrodisiac, my love. What you experienced was the art of love making… real love making,” he cooed. “Can I help it if I drive you wild?” “Oof!” I grumbled and stomped behind the screen to clean myself up as best I could.

I bit my lip as he squeezed my right boob, pulling at my nipple hard enough to make me scream. "Let them out", he pulled my lip out of my teeth with his tongue. His brown orbs almost looked black and they had no mercy in them. I cried out as he hit on the G-spot again and again. "Right here?", He asked trusting in as I nodded desperately. "Yeah?", He moved really fast as I squeezed him. "Fuck are you on a pill?", I shook my head no. "Ugh", he groaned "I need to come in you".

And the garden seemed to breathe. --- Inside, Tristan was already waiting at the long oak table, the remnants of sleeplessness still in his eyes. He looked up as she entered, and his gaze dropped immediately to the smear of dirt on her knees. “You heard her too?” he asked. “No.” She dropped the locket on the table. “I found her.” Tristan didn’t flinch, but the muscle in his jaw twitched. “You know what it is,” she said. “Don’t lie.” He didn’t answer.

The Connel from Vienna was gone. “I loved you,” she whispered. He met her eyes. “You know your problem? That word you keep using- ‘love’, I'm certain you don't know the meaning. You've never felt what it's like to be loved so how do you know how to love?” Tori felt shattered. “They'll escort you out.” Connel said, leaving the guest lounge. His shoulder squared like a man who had certainly cleaned the house. Tori was gone. But peace was a lie.

the look of disgust he gave her is what made a lone tear run down her cheeks. Did he really despise her so much? So much that he would rather have someone else as the luna rather than his mate? She had heard stories about how wolves who have found their mates cannot live normal lives. They are forever bound to their mates and the death of a mate leads to the suffering and death of the partner. She had witnessed how strong her parents bond had been and how they had loved each other, the same kind of relationship she had always wanted. Then she looked at the man before her and made a decision.