Velvet X Jaune Novels & Stories

Feel betrayed already? Either man or woman, your lover might let you down one day The bass in Velvet Room pulsed like a heartbeat made of neon and regret. Bodies moved against each other under violet light, drinks poured over glittering rims and the hum of scandal traveled faster than any song played by the DJ.

▪️EMMA▪️ Once I rounded up everyone Colette wanted to go on a run. We all agreed to and her friends that haven't shifted yet we're gonna ride on others backs. Valentine was gonna ride on Walker's, ever since we got back they instantly clicked and started talking, Valentine and her Wolf are attracted to him even if they don't know he is there mate. The same way it was with me and Grayson. And her friend Nick is riding on Shayne's back since she offered being nice.

Joana moaned again, totally involved by the smell of our sex in the air. Hallucinated by that woman, I kept distributing strong hickeys on her soft and slippery skin, going up to her ear and biting her lobe. In every thrust of my cock, Joana gasped, and I felt more and more ready for that descent to the well of pleasures. In every noise that our penetration created, I felt even hotter and with desires to take her to the abyss with me. The sweat ended up making me lose some of the strength in my knee, so I had to improvise a position that didn't make me have to leave Joana.

Laura caught my eye in the mirror. “You’re right. I’m not going to just lie down and smell nice.” “Well, I would love to.” We both laughed at the same time. An hour later soft curtains parted into a warm amber room that smelled like salt and something expensive. Two massage tables sat side by side. The therapists worked in silence while Laura and I reached across the little table between us, champagne flutes still in our hands. By the time we made it to the jacuzzi the lighting had gone deep blue. Candles floated. Steam rose. Laura sank in first, glass raised like a trophy. I slid in beside her.

But she remembered the rabbit’s heartbeat, the way the forest had sung in her blood, the hunger that hadn’t belonged to her. “I…” Her voice faltered. “I don’t want this.” “No one does,” Rowan said simply. “But wanting doesn’t change the bloodline.” “The bloodline?” Rowan straightened, expression shadowed. He moved to a shelf, pulling down an old leather-bound book. The cover was cracked, its edges worn smooth with use. He laid it on the table, opening it to a page marked by a ribbon of faded red cloth. The illustration made Evelyn’s stomach twist. A man—human—stood beneath a crescent moon, his body splitting apart, fur and claws erupting from his skin. Around him, others knelt, bound in chai

LILA’S POV** The bass from the music vibrated through my bones as Jax led me through the private entrance of Velvet Chains. The club was nothing like I’d imagined. Dim red and gold lighting, black velvet drapes, the faint scent of leather, musk, and something darker — pure sex. Soft moans and the sharp crack of leather against skin drifted from hidden rooms. Elegant people in masks and expensive clothing moved through the space like predators, some collared, some holding leashes, some simply watching.

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.

His hips ground against mine as he whispered my name over and over, a mantra only he knew this intimately. Vetur flared, energy zinging through me. My power was back. It reached for him and his fire answered. In a daze, I watched as they mingled and became one. Pure white and glacial blue intertwined with burning red, vibrant yellow, and glowing orange. It was majestic. My Vetur and his fire.

Xyla Quest smiled without saying anything. Instead, she simply shook her head. Xavier York instantly lowered his voice. “Oh? Why so?” “My intuition…” Xyla said softly. “Intuition?” Xavier looked confused. “Yes…” Xyla said. “But I think your intuition isn’t accurate… This contains 100% jade. Be it the horsetail pine on the outside, or the cut surface, they’re all conveying the same message…” Xavier said softly. This time, he really felt that Xyla’s intuition was wrong…

Curvy Fate in Velvet Chains Chapter 21: The Sister The car sped through the rain-slicked streets. City lights blurred past the windows in streaks of neon and gold. I sat in the passenger seat still wearing the red dress from the gala. The silk clung to my skin damp from the rain and the chaos we had left behind. My heart pounded so hard I could feel it in my throat. Elena drove with focused intensity. Her hands gripped the wheel tightly. She was beautiful in a sharp dangerous way. High cheekbones. Dark hair pulled back severely. Eyes that had seen too much and survived it all. She was Victor’s weapon. Raised in the shadows. Trained to obey. And she was my half-sister. A stranger who had just