Wicked Ways Book Novels & Stories

The unicorn had buried its horn into a tree and was backing its ass onto the cock of the howling wolf behind it. "Werewolf porn, this shit is funny." Lowering the book, he saw that Tink's eyes had gone from innocent to predatory. Her tail twitched back and forth, and one of her hands had slid beneath her skirt, her fingers doing lazy circles beneath the thin fabric of her dress. He dropped the book, the pages flipping open to an image of a peasant with her arms tied behind her back getting spit-roasted by a pair of werewolves.

An icy horror permeates me, “She knew?” “She had to have known,” Rachel throws her head back and laughs. “After all, the first thing she handed me was a forbidden book about genies. I was nine years old. I learn how to hide from them all. You’re wrong about one thing. I’m not a phony. I am intelligent because I forced myself to be. My kind has no place in this world and I taught myself everything. I excelled at everything because I had to survive, to become strong. I always considered this place home till I left. And that’s when I realized. Mistfall Wilderness Camp will never accept me as who I am. But there are others who will, who have. And they are the people who now have my loyalty!”

“What are you waiting for? Take what you’ve wanted. Use me like the filthy slut I am for you.” I flipped her onto her back on the couch, her dress pushed up to her waist. Her panties were black lace, soaked. I dragged them down her legs slowly, watching her pussy come into view, pink, wet, perfectly waxed. I love clean waxed pussy. The scent hit me: pure sex. Fuck, I buried my face between her thighs without warning. She cried out, fingers tangling in my hair. “Oh fuck…yes lick my pussy, baby. Taste how wet I am for you.”

I provoked. His lips slowly curled up, revealing a sinister smile as he gently closed his laptop, put it aside, and threw his phone to the ground. He stretched his hand and grabbed my legs, pulling me toward him. He pounced on me, his eyes dark and dreadful. He was like a wolf who had caught his disobedient prey... He grabbed my breast, pressed down, and bit my lower lip. The pain made me shiver. He licked my lip, blood showing on his tongue, which I was certain was mine. He caught my lips and kissed hard, his tongue ravaging my mouth. But the kiss was forceful and quick___ like a punishment.

He was talking about us being in a relationship. Wicked, the biggest man whore in the Black Aces was talking like he wanted to be in a relationship with me. **** We had nasty shower sex the next morning. Or at least I assumed it was nasty. It sure was a workout. If Wicked hadn’t kept his hands firmly on me I was pretty sure I would have fallen and cracked my head open. But he didn’t let go. And I didn’t fall. What I did have were several mind-numbing orgasms. And I wanted more of them. I always had been a bit greedy. Being with Wicked was bringing that side out in me.

Shadows of Surrender Chapter 4: Echoes of Possession The days blurred into a intoxicating rhythm of pleasure, power, and unexpected tenderness. By the end of the second week, the penthouse no longer felt like a luxurious cage but like a world built just for the four of us. I moved through it with a confidence I hadn’t known before, my body attuned to their every glance and touch. The Blackwood brothers had unraveled me completely, and in the process, they had revealed parts of themselves I never expected to see.

"half-naked." I blushed at his boldness. "Yes! It's the one-" Quickly, I turned the book around to read it's title so that I could clearly show him I was really looking for my book and almost immediately, I threw the book on farthest corner of the room, wiping my hands frantically on my wet top, as if just the title had managed to rob me of all my innocence, and engulfed me in its sultry world. Seventeen ways to have him inside you.

Damn the vixen made me forget about my dinner with a pack leader. If Chazz hadn't come looking for me I would have taken the little thing right then and there. Gosh she was a sight to take in. Her white blouse clung to her beautiful caramel skin revealing her black bra. Her little breast were stiff when my chest was pressed down on her. Her dark raven hair frame her face perfectly even though it was wet. Her pink lips were soft and pouty. And those eyes! Shit! She had the most beautiful pair of green eyes I've ever seen. Holy shit. She was driving me wild. I haven't felt such a heavy attraction towards any female before. It's the bond! Even so it was damn strong and damn powerful. My shaft w

mouth-watering. She so wanted to hold it, feel its temperature against her cheek, sniff it, lick it and even better...suck it. Before that encounter in SilverCayne forest, she had accidentally bought an erotic book from a roadside merchant. Instead of throwing it away after seeing the first page, she had been so curious that she decided to check out one or two more pages and then...she had ended up checking out all of them.