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.

he whispered finally. Everything and everyone went still. “Tell me more. What about the wine?” I asked. Nate swallowed. “Sweet.” His face twisted. “But the taste was wrong... Wrong sweet… Like… like coins.” He gagged at the memory, turning his head and breathing shallowly until it eased. Kira’s voice cut through my mind, sharp and sure. ‘Metal.’ Sorenna reached for a basin of water, dipped a piece of cloth in it, and dabbed his mouth.

The taste of metal filled my mouth as darkness crept in. I blacked out.

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.

Come I wanna bend you over Bend you until you feel it inside uhh… Screaming my name is what you gonna do… I will make you scream uh uh As I pour some sugar into your pussy Screaming sugar, sugar..,, This feeeling his forbidden but i want to eat more of your pussy. * I sang as I record myself …. I love you sugar… i mumbled after recording before posting…. All my fans went crazy hearing me sing,… …. That was it.,.. they gat to meet an angelic baddie.:..

she breathed, then swallowed me straight down her throat in one smooth motion. “Fuuuuck,” I groaned, my hand instinctively tangling in her platinum hair. The wet heat of her throat was incredible. She bobbed fast and sloppy, gagging herself on my cock while spit ran down my shaft. Sugar kept grinding on my lap and kissing me, moaning into my mouth every time Candy took me deeper. They switched without warning. Sugar took over sucking me, her tongue piercing rubbing along the underside of my cock in a way that made my toes curl. Candy stood up, stripped off her tiny bikini top, and shoved her fake tits in my face.

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.

Before I can ask him what his words mean, he circles my swollen clit with the end of the candy. “I didn’t mean—” My words get cut off when he rubs it through my wetness, coating it in me. I watch him, way more turned on than I should be, when he sticks the Twizzler in his mouth. His teeth dig into it, tearing a piece of the vine—the part that he just coated in me—and begins to chew. “You’re right. It’s delicious.” He throws the piece of the candy to the side, apparently done with it. “But still not as delicious as my girl.”

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.