Velvet Seasons Novels & Stories

"This is how I'm going to die, and I never even got to tell Wynter that I loved him." It might have been silly teenage love, but it felt as if it could stand the test of time. She used to dream of the day when their curse would be broken - when they no longer spent three quarters of their lives asleep, only waking during their specific season. How she longed to experience a season other than spring, she knew Wynter had felt the same way about the winter season.

The way he watched me like he already owned me. My orgasm crashed into me without warning. My walls clenched hard around my fingers as I cried out, a sharp, broken sound. I bit my lip to muffle it, thighs shaking violently. I gripped the pole for dear life as waves of pleasure rolled through me, my juices dripping down my hand. I was still trembling, fingers buried deep inside my spasming pussy, when his deep, velvety voice cut through the haze like a command from the devil himself. “Did I say you can cum, Selvaggia?”

I said defensively. "I know," Greta said, her expression softening. "But that doesn’t change what it means. Be vigilant, child. The Alpha is not a man to be trifled with. We were all once in your shoes, he is obsessive, you do not want to entertain him till it gets to that point." As she walked away, her words lingered, wrapping around my thoughts like a vice. I didn’t know what Alpha Felix’s intentions were, but one thing was clear: I was walking a dangerous path, and there was no turning back.

I couldn't get the previous night out of my head. Axel was the only man capable of making me feel that way. Now, sitting on my couch at home, I felt hollow. I had turned off my phone because I knew Greta would call; the entire city knew that day was the wedding of the great Alex Valenti. I, however, wanted to stop existing just for that one day. I felt foolish for ever thinking I could play Axel's game. In the end, I had lost. I wouldn't have admitted it a few days ago, but now I couldn't lie to myself anymore. I was falling in love.

She told her at the first Tuesday meeting of January, which produced from Cristina the expression of someone who has already factored this into a plan she did not disclose. "The Seville client," Cristina said. "I was going to suggest we take them in March. I'll push it to June. The timing works better anyway — their summer season is the more relevant context for the positioning work." "I'm not planning to stop working," Valentina said. "I know," Cristina said. "But some things have a natural season and it's better to work with the season than against it. The Seville client can wait six weeks. You can't." This was, Valentina decided, the correct response from a partner.

Finally, they arrived at their floor and the doors opened. They walked the short corridor to their respective doors. Vespera had reached her door but then she stopped and turned. Ezekiel had his key card out but noticing that the figure wasn't moving, he looked at her. "Is everything alright?" were his first words to her for the evening. Vespera smiled and walked back to meet him. "Yes, everything is alright. There is an industry event happening on Friday." She informed him. "The Vine Entertainment showcase. I have two seats."

The slick, wet sounds of our scissoring filled the bedroom as we chased our pleasure together. I was getting close again, my clit throbbing against hers with every desperate grind. Sebastian couldn’t stay seated any longer. He stood up, his cock rock hard, and went to the drawer again. He came back with the butt plug and the slim pink vibrator. “Both of you,” he said in a deep, commanding voice. “Bend over the side of the bed.” Elena and I exchanged a heated look before obeying. We got on our knees and leaned over the edge of the mattress, side by side, our asses up and pussies exposed. My heart was racing with anticipation.

Cold Tea Maraleona's POV The porcelain cup in my hand was quite beautiful to look at. It had a unique that resembled a lighting strike, but right now, i saw it as something different. The cracks represented the cracks in me, and the way I held it so tightly and wholly in my hands was the way I was trying to hold myself together. It was thin, fragile and radiated a warmth that the winter winds was trying to combat. Outside the frosted windows of The Velvet Lark, the city was a blur of grey slush and falling white, a world being erased by the snow. It was a never ending winter in this part of the world.

A vessel for their love, their lust, their desperate need to claim me. The world dissolved. There was only sensation. Caelum’s guttural groan as he hit the back of my throat. Elias’s whispered chant, a spell of pleasure that made my inner walls clench. Lucien’s cool hand stroked my spine as he began to move, his thrusts a counterpoint to Elias’s, a perfect, devastating rhythm that had me seeing stars.

That night, Elara dreamed of red velvet curtains closing around her, soft but heavy, beautiful but suffocating. She woke before dawn, heart racing. Somewhere in the house, a door opened. Somewhere in the city, someone else was watching. And somewhere between power and promise, the Velvet Oath tightened its grip—slowly, quietly, the way the most dangerous things always do.