Unbridled Book Novels & Stories

Quickly, I dropped a pen on the floor with a sharp clatter. "Oops," I said smoothly, bending down to pick it up. "Must've knocked something over." Brother Thomas smiled politely, clearly distracted by the noise. I seized the moment, slipping my hand under the desk again. "Stay quiet," I whispered to Noami, "And keep going." The risk made every sensation sharper—sin felt like a dangerous game, and I was all in. Brother Thomas kept speaking about the altar arrangements, oblivious. I nodded where I had to, gave vague answers, all while she kept going—her hands, her mouth, her wicked tongue pulling me closer and closer to the edge.

He placed the book on the table and pointed at the title. "Forbidden Hybrids." He read it out. "I checked a few pages, and it's empty." Luna took the book into her arms. "Let me see." As soon as her hands touched the book, the book opened, revealing the first page. There were words written on it, and she gazed up at Ashford. "I thought you said it was empty." Ashford's brows furrowed with confusion. "It was empty." She opened a few more pages, and there were words written on them. She held it for Ashford to see.

Unclasping my bra, my boobs stared at him begging for attention. Latching his mouth on one and playing with the other, my legs almost gave out because my nipples are sensitive. He held me, sucked on my sensitive nipple and used his fingers to massage the other and I threw my head back in pleasure. His beard tickling my boobs made it even more intense. Never knew I had a beard fetish. Pulling his head away from my chest, I held his face, looking him in the eyes. “Fuck me”

He chuckled, saying, "It's just you…You just don’t have the face to do that job.” She flipped her hair saying, “The face? I think I have the face to do it. I think I’m pretty decent-looking. I mean come on I'm like model material.” He chuckled, saying, “You think you’re decent looking and that you're 'model material' woo you're funny.” She looked at him saying, “I know you’re not talking looking like a whole ENTIRE dusty book.” He laughed saying, “A book?! That’s the first time anyone has called me a dusty book. What a dumb insult.” She said, “Listen, it's the only thing I could come up with, unibrow.” He said, “Unibrow huh? I wouldn’t be talking when my forehead looks like a village could

But today it was accompanied by something alien. Raw, unfiltered possessiveness.

THIS CHAPTER DIVES INTO THE UNEXPECTED-WHERE ANATOMY MIGHT SURPRISE YOU AND BOUNDARIES BLUR. IF YOU'RE NOT READY FOR BOLD, BIZARRE, AND BEAUTIFULLY TWISTED FANTASIES... CONSIDER YOURSELF WARNED. Y/N POV

Chapter 2: A taste of temptation We stood side by side at the kitchen counter working on the dough, and the unspoken tension kept increasing. Every little move I made turned into some kind of forbidden teasing. I had brushed my hip against his thigh when I reached for the flour. I let my arm slide along his while we kneaded the dough. And I even pressed my breasts lightly against his bicep when I leaned in closer. Every touch I did made my pussy throb more. I was already soaked, and my bare folds were slippery and aching under that tiny skirt with no panties on.

I whisper. This time, the tears don’t feel like weakness. They feel like healing. Like something finally beginning. ************************ Unspoken Desires - Book 3…. Coming Soon

I turned toward the far wall, where a section of bookshelf sat slightly ajar—just enough to see light spilling through. And something else. Movement. I shouldn’t have gone closer. I knew that. But curiosity beats out reason. I stepped quietly toward the opening, holding my breath. And I saw him. Mr. Cross. Sitting back in a low leather chair. Shirt unbuttoned. Head tilted back. His hand wrapped around his cock, stroking in slow, desperate rhythm. I blinked, heart pounding wildly. He didn’t see me. Didn’t hear me. I turned away quickly, heat rushing to my cheeks. I backed up, one step, then two, until I could breathe again.

I cry. “You must feel something or you wouldn’t be such a mess. Would you like to talk to me about it?” She asks. “Noah, my stepbrother. He’s hard to handle because we live together. His bedroom is next to mine, but then there is Ryder and…uh…mom…I saw them kissing, but it only made me want to be with both of them more. Then the playboy Alpha…he’s flirting and he’s cute, but he..I can’t imagine entertaining him because I know he must have a fated mate and he’s already such a fuckboy,” I explain through sobs.