Twisted Metal 1 Sweet Tooth Novels & Stories

The peppermint scent of the Stag must be there. I take a step forward, my muscles coiled to spring, but I freeze. The wind shifts, just a fraction. It carries a metallic tang—a sharp, bitter vibration on the back of my tongue. It’s the same taste as the "Pulse" that erased my life. Silver.

The blood rushes out, warm and metallic in my mouth. The taste is incredible, smooth and rich like a fine wine. I drink deep, savoring the flavor. Baldhead screams in pain and fear, but to me, it's like music. His voice rises and falls like an opera singer, but all I hear is a sweet song that makes me hungrier.

My tongue twirls on his upper one before he captures my tongue, sucking on it messily and passionately. We continue to kiss deeply, unable to break away from each other. I didn’t care, I wasn’t even able to get enough of my mate, I want more because he keeps dripping with want for me, it’s like a drug. It makes me feel so good, it’s so addictive and mind blowing. “Sugar…” I break our kisses and tower over him, sucking on every inch of his skin until a purple mark forms before moving onto the other. Mason writhes under me, drooling in ecstasy. He starts to feel my dick, squeezing the hell out of it.

He was busy arguing with a god that doesn’t show up to deals like his. When he bit me the second time—lower, near the collarbone, a savage drag and shake like a dog with a rope—the world went white and returned differently. Sound dulled. Edges sharpened. I tasted metal and something bitter-sweet I didn’t have a word for. The bite throbbed and throbbed, a tide that didn’t care what it drowned. I thought of Remy’s hand at the back of my neck, the way his yes felt, the way his no had made me safer, and I forced myself to breathe like Todd taught me, in through my nose, out through my mouth, like a swimmer who knows the shore is real even when the horizon lies.

Her brain short-circuited. Dolcezza. Sweetness. Of course, the mafia kingpin spoke like sin wrapped in silk. Sienna cleared her throat, forcing her voice to stay steady. “Actually, I was just wondering how many zeroes it takes to get everyone to pretend they enjoy being here.” For a split second, there was silence. Then—he chuckled. It was a dark, rich sound—not quite warm, but not cold either. Like he was amused despite himself. “More than you can count,” he said, the corner of his mouth twitching.

“Let’s finish it this time.” I try to pull my head from her hands, jerk her fingers from my face, bite down on them but I can only lie down like a potato as she pries my jaw open and dumps a familiar tasting substance in my mouth. It reminds me of another time when I was chained and at her mercy and the metallic tang tells me I’ve been poisoned with silver again. It burns, all the way down with a horribly familiar taste, moving down to burn my insides. She snaps my jaw closed and straightens. “Goodbye Celine.” She says.

She stands up from the bed, glaring at Lauren. Lauren knew what was coming for her, so she shifted back a little bit. “Don't you dare move,” Melissa mumbled. She stretched her body and held Lauren's hair. Lauren yelps in pain, and Melissa tightens her grip on her hair. “I am sorry, I won't do it again,” Lauren pleaded. Melissa chuckled and let go of her hair. She wanted to cause more pain to Lauren but she changed her mind trying not to ruin the nails she had done the previous day.

𝘿𝘼𝙉𝙏𝙀 Her sweet and addictive taste is thick on my tongue as I keep lapping her juices. She keeps twisting, howbeit weakly, under me. Her thighs clamp around my head, but I don’t stop until her body starts shaking uncontrollably again. She lets out another cry, louder this time, the kind of sound that tightens every muscle in my body. My cock jerks painfully in my briefs, already straining to tear free.

Nice to see I'm setting trends but at least give me credit for it. Three years in, and she was still stuck at the bottom because of her petty behavior. Tobias's room was unlocked when I knocked, suggesting he might be waiting for me. I opened the door quietly, momentarily stunned as my blue eyes met his piercing grey ones. He was breathtakingly gorgeous. I could have blamed it on the liquor, but he was a well-crafted specimen: neatly trimmed beard, dark curly hair, chiseled jawline, and long lashes fluttering at me as I quickly switched to work mode.

We both leaned in at the same time and took a bite. The moment the hot sauce hit my tongue, I grinned. It was exactly as good as I remembered — sweet, tangy, with that perfect little kick. But Nyla’s reaction was even better. Her eyes widened dramatically, and she let out a little surprised moan as she chewed faster, fanning her mouth with her free hand. “Wow, it’s actually really nice!” she said, nodding enthusiastically, still chewing. “Even with chips! The sweetness hits first, then that little kick… it’s like my mouth is dancing!”