Wet Night Novels & Stories

ANDY’S POV I barely slept a wink last night and I seriously hate the fact I couldn’t because I tried so much to just close my eyes but my own words kept hunting me. Maybe I was too harsh on Angela last night and I realized that like few hours into the night. I run my hand through my hair as I swing my feet off the bed and walk into the living room. I did not have dinner yesterday because of what happened and I was feeling so hungry right now. I step into the kitchen to fix something for myself, and settle for some leftover pizza, literally wolfing it down in seconds

Counter tease, bed tangle hours of desperate fucks, tension's fire consuming. By dawn, spent and cum-wrapped, he whispered against my neck, "Anytime now, Lila. Crush unlocked."

He knew that when the sun dipped below the horizon and night fell, she would head for that water. ​Ethan would not stop in his quest for the book Scarlett held, and Alex would do whatever it took to keep her safe... even if it meant breaking the laws of the pack. ​As night fell, a profound silence blanketed the camp while everyone slept. With careful steps and knowing glances, Scarlett and Leslie slipped out of their tents, heading toward the lake under the starry sky. They didn't realize that, from a distance, a large wolf was following them through the shadows. It was Ethan, who had decided to watch Scarlett from his lupine form, his eyes fixed on his target.

Chuckled! “ Well, Yes, Wife… I know who you are. You would remember too if you slowed down on the drinks like I said yesterday.” sexy responded. “Would you like to sit while I give you a recap that might jog your memory on our adventures the night before?” he asked. I sat down and kept my mouth shut before I further embarrassed myself. Ethan’s POV

“But I’m not letting you sleep without coming on my tongue at least once more tonight.” Ava whimpered as he slid down her body again, settling between her thighs with renewed hunger. The night was far from over. And the storm had only just begun.

“You ever gonna tell me why a guy like you spends every night chasing a bartender instead of some polished socialite who matches your bank account?” Kai Lennox asked, voice low and teasing as he straddled Damien’s lap on the wide leather couch in the penthouse living room. It was well after midnight on Night Twelve, the city lights twinkling far below the rain-streaked windows like distant stars. Kai was naked, thighs spread wide over Damien’s hips, his phoenix tattoo still glistening with a faint sheen of sweat from their first round against the entryway wall.

The explosion of ecstasy hit them like a tidal wave. Overwhelming and intoxicating as she fell back onto the bed, breathless and fatigued, but he wasn't done yet. With a firm grip. He grabbed her waist and pulled her closer. their nakedness rubbing against each other, his breath hit against her ear. "The night's still young," he murmured, the deep, husky voice resonating in her mind like a siren's call. The hours slipped away as they lost themselves in each other; the moon hung high in the sky, casting a slivering glow over them, a witness to their fervent explorations; gasps and moans filled the room.

🌹Damien 🌹 The night was deep and clear, the full moon casting a silver glow over the estate. I found myself on the terrace, away from the stifling formality of the day—a quiet refuge where the noise of duty was replaced by the gentle rustle of leaves and the soft chirping of crickets. The cool night air wrapped around me, and for a rare moment, I allowed myself to breathe freely.

The banquet ended past midnight. Luke sat in the front passenger seat of his Rolls-Royce, pressing his index finger against his temple. He had long, artist's fingers. The glow of the streetlights cast just the right shadow over his face, making his nose bridge more prominent. He looked like a sculpture straight out of a museum. "It's late now. The curfew would already be in effect by the time you return to your dorm."