Wickedly Yours Novels & Stories

Sweat slicked their skin as the room filled with the wet sounds of their bodies and the heavy mix of cedarwood and tangerine scents. "Damn, you feel incredible," Kyle growled, rhythm faltering. "So tight and hot… you’re gonna make me cum so hard, omega." "I want that," Simon panted, meeting every thrust. "Lose control for me. Mark me as yours, Kyle. Please." The word “yours” made Kyle’s eyes flash red. "Say it again. Tell me who owns you." "You do," Simon sobbed, the pleasure making him overwhelmed. "Only you, Kyle. Always you. I’m yours."

I smiled—shaky, ruined, completely addicted. “Yes, sir.” He leaned in, kissed my forehead—almost tender. “Good girl.” Because spoiled princesses don’t need trust funds. They need a ruthless CEO to own them. And Alexander Voss… owns me now. Completely.

I questioned angrily, my tone rising as I finished, crossing my hands over my buxom chest in what I hoped was an air of indignant disbelief. I couldn't believe the cheek of it! “Oh, spare me the theatrics, Reynolds, I know your kind, and I've seen how you look at the Lycan, that lustful gleam in your eye.” The Wicked witch of the mountains chortled and my jaw just about hit the floor like a dustpan ready to collect rubbish. “You're crazy!” I gasped, my chest heaving from the effort as my heart hammered between my breasts when it looked like the hag was going to approach me.

The fact I was about to live out my long yearned fantasy… or the fact that it was with strangers that didn’t bother with names. I was naked. A sharp breath sliced the air…from who? I wasn’t sure “You’re so sexy,”Mr Cinnamon whispered in my ear. He smelt like cinnamon,hence the name. Cinnamon, green eyes, brown hair…strangers yet I had a feeling I would never forget these strangers for the rest of my life. Every doubt I might have harbored vanished the second I felt cinnamon’s fingers graze my folds. “And you’re so wet..” his breath was heavier

My precious little minx. I lick my way from one end of her to the other. And then I follow the same trail with kisses - light, teasing touches of my lips. She writhes in frustration, the wicked little thing. I want to devour every bit of her. When I'm here, everything feels right again. "Let's forget the wedding," I rasp against her. "Hm?"

Aria Vance never wanted a new family. After her mother marries a billionaire businessman Richard Hayes, eighteen-year-old Aria is forced to leave behind the life she knew and move into the enormous Hayes estate. But there is only one problem. Richard already has a son, Jaxon Hayes. And Jaxon immediately hates Aria. To him, Aria and her mother are outsiders who have invaded his home, his family, and potentially his inheritance. He makes Aria’s first year at Crestwood College miserable, constantly reminding her that she doesn't belong. But Aria has one secret, Blake Reed, Crestwood’s golden-boy hockey captain. She's admired him from afar for months but lacks the confidence to approach h

And gave me a look filled with Venom. " Why don't you take a look, Alpha Blackwood? You'd be surprised at what you find" he had an amused smile on his face as he added " Your wicked ways have been brought to light", he sneered. Wicked ways? Very funny!! I snatched the card from his hand and ripped it open. It reads:

He gently wipe it using his finger and after that he licked it while looking at her. “Yeah, it's really taste good.” Draven smirked at the woman infront of him that still can't react from what he did.

Let's bygones be bygones. "She was the one who can't forget!" Jon added as he pointed his finger at Maye. "But you started it!" Maye butted in as she pushed Jon so hard. "Why won't you just admit it? You still like us!" Rick teasingly said. "There isn't anything to like anymore, you dimwits!" Maye again loudly stated. The three were pissed off by what Maye said. As Jon glared at Maye, he pushed her hard enough to make her fall to the ground.

"The scent doesn't lie, Charlotte. I came here to drag this stray out by her throat. She thinks she can bewitch my Alpha and claim my throne? I’ll strip her of her dignity before the whole territory. We’ve hunted together before; trust my instincts. Whether you join the cull or watch from the sidelines is your choice." Invigorated by her own malice, Madison activated her scrying-orb to begin a live-stream. She had recently carved out a reputation as a "Lunar Influencer" among the lesser packs, and within sixty seconds, tens of thousands of wolves tuned in. The header of her stream was bloodthirsty: “Exposing the Omega harlot trying to steal the Lawson bloodline. Watch her crumble!” Even thos