Your Mess Is Mine Ao3 Novels & Stories

“And you knew that prior to saying I Do!” “May I ask what made you fall for him?” Shit, the last thing I wanted to think about was my past with that ass! I pushed the glasses further up, hoping it would really stop anymore tears. “Other than those big blue eyes or golden blonde locks?” “You read the fan fiction?” “I’ve read a couple. It’s hilarious to me. I get out a kick of how many ways they kill me off. Or rather, killed me off.”

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I told them. "Well…" Dean touched me and gave me my phone. Alpha Adrian paused when he saw I was distracted. "Give me a minute," I murmured. I just got a text from a private number. "You can't take what is mine!!" That was the only message sent to me. I frowned. Grant! He was the only one that could send such a message. Did he think that Kat was his second chance mate? I sighed. My wolf whined. He was missing his mate. So am I. I was also exhausted. It was late already.

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Bella “No, this can’t be, he’s mine, Father!” I screamed, shoving the table aside, the glass and cutlery clattering to the floor. My eyes were locked on the headline: “Future Alpha of Silver Crest Pack with His Mate.” And there he was—Osborne—hand in hand with a woman. Not just any woman, but someone so beneath me she wasn’t even worthy of walking the same ground I walked on.

“You are such a perfect little mess for me. Look at you. Trembling. Dripping. Breathless. My favorite obsession, laid out like a gift. You want me to ruin you again, don’t you? Say it, my greedy little bitch. Tell me how much this cock means to your needy, soaking cunt. Good girl. That is it. My filthy goddess.” His lips brushed my neck as his tongue dragged across my skin. I moaned in response, blindfolded and cuffed to the bed, completely at his mercy.

Except maybe Damien. By the time she pulled into a parking space in front of her apartment, Abbey was angry. Angry at herself for letting Damien have this affect on her, and angry at him for, well, being so damned sexy and such a womanizer at the same time. She opened her front door and threw her bag on the table beside the phone. The answering machine's red light flashed. She opened her fridge and poured herself a glass of white wine, then padded across the floorboards and pressed the button on the machine. There was a message from Tarken asking her to call him back. She deleted it.

Miles pov “Oh shit..”. I bit my fingers in a panic as I stared at myself in the mirror. It’s just an illusion right? I have… Jesus I’m dead. It has to be an illusion, no one touched me yesterday, definitely not my stepuncle. It must be the drug, making me imagine I was being touched by him. It wasn’t a new thing I have always fantasized about my uncle, I have always cum to the thought of him every fucking time.

I didn’t deserve to even touch such pure flesh. Well, what did it matter? Jordan Messana was going to hell and there would be no angels there for me to fuck. All the angels I got would be here, on God’s beautiful earth. This was all I was getting and it was damn well good enough. “Go lie down on the rug and open your legs,” I commanded harshly