Unlawful Temptations Novels & Stories

The dual sensations overwhelmed me: her warm mouth claiming my chest, his relentless tongue fucking my pussy, lips sucking my folds until they swelled under his attention. “That's it,” Elowen murmured against my skin, her voice a sultry command that vibrated through me. “Cum for your Alpha.” The words shattered the last thread of control. A deep groan tore from my throat as the orgasm slammed into me, raw and unstoppable. My body seized, pussy spasming wildly against Thorne's face, juices flooding his mouth as he drank me down with greedy swallows.

But as sleep claims me, his face swims in the darkness—green eyes, scarred hands, voice like sin. Restless dreams follow. A figure in black, approaching through mist. Hands reaching, not to bless, but to claim. I wake gasping, sheets damp with sweat, the ache deeper now. Obsession? No, just curiosity. Temptation? Perhaps. But power... whose? His, or the one stirring in me? The bell tolls midnight. I kneel by my bed, whispering Hail Marys. Full of grace. But grace feels far away tonight, replaced by something darker, intimate, charging the air like thunder waiting to break.

Jace’s head tipped back, lips parted in a silent cry, every inch of him trembling. Embarrassment bled into hunger, into raw, aching need. He should stop this before anyone walks in on them. He knew he should. But God. ..it felt too good. Too intoxicating. His thighs trembled, his fingers clutched at Aiden’s shoulders, and every ounce of his restraint cracked. He was going to lose himself right here. In the goddamn restroom. ~~~

Julian Blackwood didn't *obsess*. Obsession was for weaker men—men who let feelings dictate their actions, who lost sight of the goal. He'd worked years to build a life based on discipline, icy ambition, and detachment. But no matter how many contracts he signed, how many deals he brokered, how many faceless women he took to bed and forgot by morning. Lena Carter haunted him. It was ridiculous. He hardly knows her.

My body trembled as every second ticked away. He popped the last button but he still had my bra to contend with. He wasn't rushing a single thing. His deliberately slow seduction was a torture to my mind and body. Take the friggin' bra off! Please... My eyes begged him to continue but the smirk on his face suggested he wasn't going to make it easy on me. Fuck! My body trembled as his hand reached behind. You need two hands...there's no possible way one hand could- He unclasped my bra with a single hand leaving me breathless. He was like a fucking sex god. Who unclaspes a four hook bra with one hand? No one! Only a sex god could accomplish such an impossible feet.

“Aah.” I moan in relief as his hands go to my wet pussy. “Honey, we shouldn't be doing this,” he said abruptly, stopping and attempting to walk away, but I quickly grabbed him by the shoulder and pulled him back. “I want this, Mac. Don’t you love me?” “It’s wrong, Bea. I want you, but it just doesn’t feel right.”

“Oh god… we really shouldn’t. What if someone walks by and hears us?” He pushed a second thick finger inside her, curling both against that sensitive spot while his thumb rubbed slow circles on her swollen clit. “Then they’ll learn how needy their star student really is. Spread your legs wider for me. Take the lesson like a good girl.” She obeyed, thighs trembling. His fingers moved faster, making wet, filthy sounds that filled the quiet room. “Feel that, Lila? That’s real forbidden lust. Not fake words in an essay my fingers fucking your tight student pussy right here where I grade all your work.”

Wanting something, but because of my f*cking fear, I let everything slip away from me! Just like what I did that night. I was a party teen, a wild yet innocent one, but despite that, I was a good child to my parents. My father was a hard working man, all for the thought of giving me and my mother a good life we deserve. They do love each other, but f*ck temptation when my mother looked for comfort with someone else, something that despite my father's love, he failed to give her.

Because I knew what simmered underneath their fake stoicism and cracking restraint… was the same thing that hid beneath mine: A pathetic desire to abandon everything to the heat of lust. But all that went out the window when he started dating Valia, vice captain of the volleyball team. Long flawless legs padded by thick thighs that screamed anything but innocence. She wasn't a slut, but by no means was she innocent. The desperate, broken whimpers leaking through our paper-thin walls made that crystal clear. She was exactly the kind of temptation I had to have my hands on before leaving. “Fuck—” The headboard slammed again. Another thrust. Another muffled curse.