Vannamelon X Jax Novels & Stories

My world went black. Waylon POV “Are you ready yet?” Jasmine’s annoying voice pierced my ears making me internally groan. I had to keep appearances up since she opened her big ass mouth. However, she might come useful as our plan starts to play out. “I might just kill her myself.” Axel mind-linked me. I was smiling at his comment went Jasmine came around the corner. She thought my smile was for her. “Looking good!” She tried to slip her arms around me but I was able to move quickly around her.

Her Vampiric Power was ‘Invisibility’. Joy’s crimson face turned away to hide the blush but not in time as all the sextuplets grinned at her as they watched her shy away and grumble something under her breath in the lines of, “I will kill that nerdy, dirty bastard for telling on me.” “No way !” Jax whined while kicking ass from behind the witches while Kai caught those kicked butts before torturing them to death using his Vampiric Power of ‘Pain Illusion’. “Why is the most attractive species out of you all fvcktards mateless ?” Jax further wailed.

A beautiful moment of dreamy mayhem. "I could write about you forever," Alex stammered, his words reminiscent of our earlier conversation. His thrusts began to falter ever so slightly as we both chased the remnants of our climaxes. The x-rated sounds of skin slapping skin bounced off the outer walls of his chateau, continuing to fill both my ears and those who lived even a mile away. His wicked groans accompanying my stolen moans reflected the notes of an irreligious hymn everything about our twilight rendezvous screamed sin.

JAXON’S ROOM Jaxon sat at his vanity, combing his hair into a sleek low bum since his hair is long, He smirked at his reflection, remembering the messages he’d sent Leonard last night. “God, I’m such a troublemaker,” he muttered, applying gloss to his lips. A knock. “Come in.” Vincent stepped inside, eyes lingering for a second before he looked away. “You’ve got a Louis Vuitton shoot at noon,” he announced. “Really?” Jaxon asked, surprised. Vincent nodded and left quickly. Jaxon’s phone rang. He smirked at the caller ID. He answered. “Hello, pretty,” Bruce said, voice bright.

I clear my throat, “-everyone.” Blue again. Jax furrows and I could tell he is addressing his wolf. Leaning closer to me, worrying his bottom lip with his even teeth, while I feast on his cleft chin. “Red sounds smart.” My wolf blushes with Jax’s words about her and we all ignore Blue.

Your turn, trouble. She laughed under her breath — quiet enough that the old man didn’t look up from his newspaper. Ella: Black with oat milk, no sugar. Judge away, gym rat. His reply came in under thirty seconds. Jax: Oat milk warrior. Respect. I’m a cold brew black kinda guy. We might survive each other. What’s your name? Ella: Ella. Yours? Jax: Jax. Nice to meet you, Ella with the dangerous smile in your pics.

The neon sign outside “THE FULL MOON” bar flickered with a buzzing sound that usually meant a bulb was about to explode, but inside the air was a scent of cheap whiskey, expensive cigar smoke, and the musky pheromones of filthy restless werewolves. “My name is ROXY” I stood backstage, leaning against a peeling locker watching Jax, adjust his glittery thong in the mirror. Jax was my best friend. “Just a little here, and yup that’s it” He chuckled while dusting gold shimmers onto his pecs.

It looked like in order to give him I had to bear horrible pain. Suddenly I feel him come all into my mouth. I gulp down the salty cum. And it feels tasty. I clean off his cock with my tongue. I got up and he did too then his hands closed around my wrist as he looked into my eyes. "We can do this. It's just harmless fun. No one will come to know about this. It will be a secret between us. Please, Lauren." I shook my head. "I'm your fucking surrogate, Jaxon. Try to understand. We can't do this." I tried to reason out.

Ann moaned deliciously, her body shivering with the sensation of Jake's wet and soft tongue. Jax sat across from Ann and started shaking Mr. P in front of her with sensual movements. Ann watched him while licking her sexy red lips. "Would you like to give it a try and make me happy, Ann?" Jax asked in a low voice that sounded very sexy. Ann nodded with a face full of lust. "Lick it, Ann," Jax ordered. Ann complied. She stuck out her tongue and licked the tip of Mr. P's belongs to Jax. The man moaned in pleasure as Ann's tongue licked his. Then, he stepped closer and let Ann's mouth devour his Mr. P and licked it with her tongue.

Tonight I was going to make him feel exactly what I’ve been feeling. My best friend Lena had found the perfect weapon: Jax. 6’5”, deep olive skin, eight-pack abs, thick muscular arms, and a cocky smirk that screamed “I will ruin your marriage.” We booked him specifically for the one Saturday Mark was home. When the doorbell rang, my pussy was already wet with revenge. Lena let him in. Jax walked into my living room shirtless, grey sweatpants hanging dangerously low on his hips. Every muscle was carved and oiled. The heavy outline of his thick cock swung between his legs like a challenge.