X Men Hot Novels & Stories

I know I’m not the only one sagging under the heat and the weight of missing my mate. There’s a quiet, sharp intake of breath beside me. I turn my head and see Xander sitting forward, his hand pressed over his chest. “You okay, man?” I keep my voice low. “Is it Atlas?” He shakes his head, brow furrowed. “I don’t know. I feel weird. Really hot, and my chest is tight.” Before I can say more, Max jolts. He shoots to his feet like someone stuck a live wire in him, then drops straight to his knees with a grunt.

He looks so fucking hot with those glasses. He is going to make me crazy with those killer looks. This man looks hot in everything. He was not dressed in his usual suit, he was wearing his black sweats and a grey t-shirt. This look makes him even more hot and sexy. Those ha- Didn't I tell you no eye-fucking. Umm.. who wouldn’t get carried away by his looks. Okay no repeating your mistakes. Be serious. Mhmm. "Y-you called me Mr. Chaser." What the hell is wrong with my voice?

Alex teased, making me slap his chest. "I could be a single father you know. Who said you'll be a part of the equation?" I retort. "How can you get rid of this hot piece of ass." He said, gesturing to his body. I faked gagging noises to feign disgust. "I'd rather die alone," I replied. "I wonder if you'll make the same noises if I-" I quickly shit him up by slapping my hand over his mouth. "You're disgusting," I said.

His shiny dark brown hair, thick eyebrows and eyelashes, perfect sharp nose, sexy lips and a firm jaw, make women not stop staring at him while chuckling in awe. So, what other things made him win the title as the hottest man in the world besides his handsome face and artistic body? Yes, his eyes. Have you ever heard of Heterochromia? A person who is gifted with two or more different eye colors and Aiden is one of those who suffer from this condition. The left eye is golden amber and the right eye is turquoise, beautiful isn't it? When you look into his eyes, it's as if you're looking at a man in a fantasy world and you too will drift into that fantasy.

Chapter Ten What’s Left After Fire 10:35 P.M. Elsewhere — A highway off the coast Rena Every drove with one hand on the wheel, the other flipping through a set of surveillance photos. Cain. Saxon. A kiss. A kill. A bloodied man strapped to a chair. Her red lips twisted in satisfaction. “Men fall in love,” she said to no one. “And then they fall apart.” She reached into the glove compartment and pulled out a burner phone. Dialed.

“It should be a crime to be this hot and wear such fitting clothes.” God! I already know he is hot. I don’t need her affirmative statements to encourage my nasty thoughts. “Seriously, tell me. What’s stopping you?” “He is a hockey player..” She spits her drink. “WHAT?” “and he is friends with West.” Her mouth goes slack. “Damn!! He is… forbidden…” “Yeah exactly.” She thinks for a while, then gives me an evil smile. I know crap is about to fall out of her mouth. “You could sleep with him… you know! Just to get back at West!”

He shouted her name as he emptied himself into her, the hot jets of his semen pouring into the thin latex shield. At last they were spent. Gus reached up to unclench her fingers from the spindles, then leaned forward onto her, his heart pounding against her back and mingling with her own heartbeat. The only sound in the room was the harsh rasping of their breathing as they struggled to drag air into their lungs.

“Choose me, not him. I’ll teach you so many things… things you didn’t even know you wanted to learn.” Heat crawled up my neck, but I managed to roll my eyes, pretending I wasn’t melting inside. “Fine,” I huffed. “But if a spa turns out to be some weird pasta dish, I’m never forgiving you.” He smirked, leaning closer until his breath tickled my ear. “Trust me, darling… what I have in mind has nothing to do with pasta. And everything to do with you.” We drove to the next building, sleek and tall with glass windows gleaming in the late sun. At the entrance, gold letters shimmered above the doors:

It took a couple of minutes, but I was in the room and flicked the lights on as a man cursed. “What the fuck are you doing?” he sounded angry. The lights came on, illuminating the room as two men — two naked men — jumped to their feet. I stared at the bed. Lying on it, still undressed, was Harper. Passed out. Wow. My gaze moved from her to both men. “Who the fuck are you?” one of them with dark hair stepped up to me, scowling. I didn’t have to say shit before punching him square in the face.

My hand reaches out and my fingers play over his abs until he stands again to shuck his pants. There is not a man on earth sexier than Catch Xavier Moon. From his shortly cropped hair, strong jaw with just a hint of stubble, to his hard chest. It's the complete package when my eyes travel to the valleys and mountains of his abs. He's over six feet of pure sexy man. My man. And I want him. I need to forget. And then I'll plan my revenge against the man who tried to take this from me.