Novel & Cerita Wicked Fanfiction Watching The Musical

“Sensual but mysterious. I want to make Derek drool.” “He’s going to drool anyway.” “He is. But I want him to drool more.” She selected a song. “Wicked Game” by Chris Isaak began to play. “This one. Classic. Timeless. Perfect for a dance that says ‘I want you, but you’re not going to have me easily.’” “Good choice.” “And you?” I thought about Mortyss. About the control training. About the promise I had made to master my energy while dancing.

My eyes shift, though, just as I come to the end of the song. And my heart goes cold as I see Orion…chatting. He stands turned towards the wicked blonde who has worked to be so cruel to me these past two weeks, his drink still held casually in his hand. And he…he chats with her. Amiably, quite lost in the middle of a casual conversation, as if the music that I’ve been playing is nothing more than something to fill the silence at his cocktail party. My song comes to an abrupt end as my fingers clang against the keys, as my wolf yelps and then falls – falls through worlds, the vivid musical hallucination abruptly ending, her paws banging hard into the rough dirt of my soul.

Trigger warning: violence POV Willa I chuckled as the room went dark and I heard AJR's Bang! scream through the speakers. I looked over to West who just shrugged. I knew that he and Puck were behind this music choice. Blaise just shook his head and Lydia giggled. I held my breath as we watched through our night vision goggles as our crew knocked out the few loyal men our 'family' had managed to sneak in. The music was intentional so the others couldn't hear what was happening. They wouldn't know that they were surrounded until it was too late. Too bad for them. Really, I thought that a bunch of mafia leaders would be smarter.

She increased the volume, and the music boomed with a seductive energy. Quinn walked back to me, standing in front of the curtains, which were blowing gently in the breeze. The music matched the rhythm of my heartbeat, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation. -------------- Soon she started to move her body to the rhythm of the music, her hips swaying seductively as she let the beat take control. I watched in awe, my eyes glued to her as she danced with reckless abandon. The whiskey seemed to have loosened her up, and she was letting go of all her self-control.

I extend a hand, and Fallon accepts my advances. I don’t have much of a lap left, but it doesn’t matter. She stares up at Kaleb like she’s never seen anything quite like him before, and he eventually glances down at her, too. She grins at him and giggles, clapping her hands and squirming when he gives the smallest smile I think I’ve ever seen. Then, she settles, her attention stolen by the music beginning to play–violin music. It’s prerecorded, and I know without a shadow of a doubt, it’s Marianna playing.

when I stand, turn, and drop to my knees again, and lick him clean, slow, thorough, savoring the taste of us mixed. His cock twitches, already trying to rise again, but I stand and step back. He reaches blindly; I’m already gone. Footsteps silent, body dripping, heart pounding like a war drum, I walk out past the dormant cameras that recorded absolutely nothing. One night down. Seven to go. And I have never been wetter in my life. 11:47 p.m. The theater is roaring. Standing ovation for the closing night of the hottest musical in a decade. House lights still low, curtain calls still going, applause thundering like a storm.

But she had on some kind of little dance outfit that made Quinn want to walk around and punch every single guy in the room so they couldn’t look at her. The music started and Emerson slowly began moving with it. Holy shit. She was made for this. It was like she was one with the music .. and he didn’t even know what the fuck that meant. But it seemed like she WAS the music .. and the music was doing the dancing to her. She owned every single inch of the room. Everyone had stopped to watch her. “This is that song about the girl being thirsty..” Sawyer whispered to him. Quinn frowned. “She even picks Pepsi over Coke it’s soooo stupid ..” he said.

"Oh my fucking god, Scar." "Good girl," he whispers, licking me top to bottom, pad of his tongue flat against my pussy. "Oh, fuck, you taste good." I hold his hair as he grabs my ass. I open my legs for him, spreading as my back leans against the wall. I stare down at him, at his gorgeous, muscular back, at his incredible face as he licks me, sucking gently, nibbling on my clit before sliding his tongue inside. My back spasms. "God damn it," I moan, half laughing, eyes rolling back as bliss slams into my skull. "I'm going to fucking come."

' She hummed around him, the vibrations making him thrust harder. A woman in the crowd, a redhead with freckles, watched with wide eyes. She bit her lip, her hand slipping under her own skirt. But most were men, stroking themselves through their pants. The musicians nearby stopped playing, staring instead. The festival's happy vibe turned tense, charged with lust.

She was straddling him, her legs on either sides of his body as she rocked him to the heat of the slow, sensual music. A small smirk took over my face and I turned back to the show, where the couple I was watching previously were now in a 69 position, and I just watched them critically, not a single expression on my face. I was certain that Owen would call me pathetic if he were to see me now. All I could think of as I watched this couple was her. Her pink pussy, how intoxicating it felt and smelt. How soft her body was, how fucking responsive she was.