Wow A Steamy Romance Novel Novels & Stories

Ch-1 --------------------- [Father discovers that his neglected wife has found solace with her hunky son; while he is given cold shoulder, son is treated to cornucopia of delights.] [ALERT: one of the delights is eating a meal served on his mother's perfect body; some might object to this type of erotic dining, especially the location of dipping sauce; please turn to another story; thank you] *

He placed a finger on my nose as I laughed. “So what are we reading?” He asked. “It’s a book.” I said mischievously. “I can see that. What’s it about?” “It’s nothing important.” I said hurriedly. I wasn’t about to tell him I was reading an erotic novel. “Hmm. This cover seems interesting. I didn’t know you were into dark romance, darling.” I squealed as I shut the book. He chuckled, then brought me to his lap. “What do you say to us creating our own steamy scene right here?”

“I can smell how wet you are. Let me touch you. Just once. Please.” My resistance cracked. I turned my head and our lips met—soft at first, then desperate. He tasted like whiskey and sin. His hand slid into my hair, gripping just hard enough to make me gasp into his mouth. I kissed him back fiercely, tongues tangling, years of stolen glances and late-night fantasies pouring out. “Cas,” I moaned against his lips. “This is so wrong.” “Feels fucking right to me.” He pulled me onto his lap, my dress bunching around my waist. His cock pressed hard against my soaked panties through his jeans. I rocked against him instinctively, grinding slow.

I grabbed my purse and headed out the door, turning back for my book on the kitchen counter; reading books will forever be my first love. At The Tasty Place Diner I found what might be my new inspiration. He was tall, almost roughed, not too soft. I don’t know what to make of what happened. “Mr. Blackwood,” he had signed my book; who was he? He was light skinned. I usually like men a shade closer to purple. His chest was broad, too broad. Usually my men are slimmer. He had lazy eyes that looked intense just when he needed them to be. Bedroom McDreamy eyes... And he smiled like a humming bird, glorious and slick.

The wet heat of her mouth clashed with mine, a desperate tangled mess of lips and teeth. We held onto each other like drowning people while the wood of the desk vibrated beneath our bare backs. The scent of the room was thick, heavy with the sharp, musk smell of two dominant wolves completely taking over the space.

He was very handsome and had muscles, the part that made me wet my pants. How I love those chests and his face. I couldn't wait to see what he got down there. I feel hot in my body already. I was on fire, I wonder if I could move my legs anymore. My body already got engulfed in the heat. I felt like cumming already by just imagining his thing in my pvssy. I licked my lower lip in seduction. He changed into the spot wear that always made my head turn in circles. “Please come and f*ck me, Ryan,” I whispered, with one of my fingers drawing down my lips.

Wearing nothing underneath, I stepped forward, taking the offered hand. Sarah drew me in, the water and steam wrapping me in warmth. My lover's face wore a soft, beautiful smile and I let my eyes run over the length of her body. My God, she was beautiful. She pulled me close, and my lips found hers. We pressed together, the length of her legs sliding against mine, my hands running over her wet skin. The sparse hair of her mound tickled against my thigh, and the swell of her hip pressed into my sex. The wetness there was from a completely different source, and I slid easily against her. Our breasts molded together, and Sarah's mouth moved to my neck.

“What’s wrong?” “Why didn’t you come find me? I was waiting for you.” “I’m sorry, Rose. I’m sorry.” “I was waiting for you.” I woke up drenched in sweat, my heart beating fiercely against my rib cage. My arms and legs were tangled and twisted around the bedsheets, a result of the wet dream I’d just had. Oh God! That was crazy. Why did I dream of Lorenzo as my lover? And on top of that, we kissed and had sex.

“It looks like milk. Smells like milk. Tastes like milk. It has to be milk. You have smelled a lactating omega before, have not you?” He inhaled a shaky breath, his eyes flicking between mine. “Is that what you meant by me smelling different?” “Oh, no, Elias. You do not smell like a lactating omega. You are covered in the purest, filthiest, sexiest scent of…” I pressed my nose against the crook of his neck, sniffing. “An omega at the height of their heat. But it is different, see? Fuck, you smell so good here.” I stuck my tongue out, licking a streak up the side of his neck, humming in time with his soft moan. “You still smell like you. You still smell like an alpha. Like an alpha during the

Chapter 4 The first thing I noticed was the heat. A thick, suffocating warmth pressed against my back, the slow rise and fall of Orion's chest syncing with the lazy thrum of his heartbeat. His arm was a heavy, possessive weight draped over Elara's waist, fingers curled just beneath the swell of her breast, as if even in sleep, he couldn't resist claiming her. The smell was musky and sweet, filling the room, tangled with the strong scent of sex; it clung to the sheets, the air, everything.