She heard a low growl rumble in his throat and turned her head, shooting him a teasing smile before quickly testing the water again with her toe. It was perfect. She slipped in up to her shoulders before turning towards him and grinning. "Are you gonna join me Mr. Alpha?" She paddled backwards slowly away from him, her eyes wide and innocent as she waited for him to join her. She didn't have to wait long. In a matter of moments he was beside her, and he'd pulled her against his chest, his thick arms wrapped around her waist as his forehead pressed against hers. "Is this what you wanted? You little tease." She could feel his thick cock pressed against her, still hard as a rock as she wrapped her legs around his waist. "I'm not sure this counts as teasing anymore. Not when I want you every bit as much as you want me." Bending forward she brought her lips to the place on his neck where she had marked him, kissing it gently at first, and then flicking her tongue over the spot to taste the salty sweetness of his skin. "Fuck Fin. I'm done with waiting." She bit down lightly on the spot. Not hard enough to break the skin again, but hard enough to tell him exactly what she wanted. He let out a low moan, his grip on her waist tightening ever so slightly. "Fuck Baby, are you sure? I know we're already in trouble, but this will be in direct defiance of an order we were given by the Council." --------- Alice was almost certain that she didn't have a mate. She thought that he had been killed when her parents died, along with so many other pack members, during an attack by rogues. But everything changes on one of the worst days of her life, when she discovers that not only has be wrong about not having a mate, she's been wrong about who she can trust, and what happened on the night that her parents died. ------- ⚠️THIS STORY HAS EXPLICIT SCENES AND MATURE CONTENT. IT IS NOT ADVISED FOR THOSE YOUNGER THAN 18⚠️

"Why, Alpha?" he had sat down right next to her when he arrived, and now she leaned closer to him so that their lips were only inches apart. He could smell the sweet scent of strawberries and cream that drove him out of his mind whenever she was near. "Why can't someone else have me. To marry. To fuck. To have a dozen babies with. If you've decided you don't want me. Why does it matter what happens to me?" She bit her lower lip slightly as she stared into his eyes. Silas was about to say something, he really believed that he was, but instead he brought his mouth crashing down against her plump, willing red lips, his tongue desperately seeking entrance to her mouth, while one hand tangled in her thick, dark hair and the other gripped her waist tightly. Giving Dahlia up, even for some imagined good, was entirely hopeless. He had spent a week pretending like he didn't need her and now that the illusion was gone and he knew he couldn't wait another moment to have her. "Dahlia, I want to fuck you right here. I need to feel every inch of you and I can't wait another moment." The warm hum of his skin against hers, which felt like pure electricity on his end, was heightened ten fold as they both gave in entirely to the bond. She lay back on her cloak, her legs parting, as she pulled him down on top of her, still fully clothed. She could feel his huge cock through his breeches and she remembered how enormous and thick it had been when she'd caught a glimpse of it before he had shifted into his wolf that night. Just the thought of him pushing his way inside her tight, virgin pussy made her throb with desire. ------ ⚠️THIS STORY HAS EXPLICIT SCENES AND MATURE CONTENT. IT IS NOT ADVISED FOR THOSE YOUNGER THAN 18⚠️

✥ The Mob Boss & His Therapist ✥ [part one/ unedited] BEING EDITED FOR FURTHER PUBLISHING Rafael Rossi, a glass like fragile Italian mob boss, who has sworn to never let anyone on his demons that have only resulted him post traumatic stress disorder. He had one promise, to make those bleed who have made him bleed and his biggest motive being to never let anyone on the pain he has been carrying in his heart that has been bleeding for stitches till this day. He had grown out of love with the concept of love which had him only suffer. Little did the heartless mob boss know he would find someone who knew him more than he knew himself. Ravenna Romano, a kind & loving therapist, who had made a mission to help others escape their pain and make them fall in love with the idea of love once again. Losing her baby brother, Beau, at a young age had given her the curse of a bleeding heart which after a long toll, she learned pain can be only subsided by love. She knew darkness can only be taken away by the light of hope. Hope of a new fresh start. But she did not know that she would be helping the heartless Italian realise that his heart was waiting to be healed. Little did she know that she was going to be the therapist of Rafael Rossi. But would she be able to be his remedy when she choose the sweetest words to heal his brittle heart when he choose the most poisonous actions to break it. ﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎ "Mr.Rossi I really need you to open up to me for our sessions to work." She said in her sweet innocent voice as he felt himself rage at her pointless efforts on healing something that doesn't exist. "How about you start by opening up to me?" He asked while his eyes traveled down her ripe body. "Mr.Rossi, I don't understand." The caring heart of the therapist spoke as she felt his greedy gaze upon her untouched shrine . "Open up your legs Ms.Romano."

[MATURE CONTENT] a rumpelstiltskin retelling #1 in the ODD FAIRYTALES series "Do you enjoy torturing me?" He asked on a groan as his hand travelled from my inner thigh to further upwards, finding me sans panties. "Only-" I breathed raggedly as he began tracing my slit with gentle strokes with not enough pressure to relieve me of the burn charging my core. "- when it suits." "Well," he said, finger dipping inside me, making me cling to his shoulders. "For your trouble, I'm about to fuck you so hard they'll write about us." "Like a fairytale?" I asked on a whisper, amusement dancing in my voice as I stared into his glowing golden eyes. "Be careful," he warned, ducking his head until I felt his hair brush my face. His lips were a millimetre from my ear, his breath making something thrum within me. "The ending will make you scream." I didn't doubt that.

His eyes darken, his pupils dilating almost entirely. His warm hand cups the back of my thigh and pulls me closer, so I am now straddling him completely. I am half afraid his motorbike will topple over onto the grass, but the thought is soon erased from my mind when I feel his hot minty breath on my neck. "I want to take you over and over until your throat is sore from screaming my name." He sinks his teeth softly into the plush skin on my neck. I purse my lips, looking out into the distance to see the beautiful twilight sky. I brush my fingers through his dark hair, tugging at it so I can look straight into his eyes as I roll my hips against his. He smirks. His lips look tempting, but I only smile when one of his hand slithers up to my hip and lifts me up before yanking me back down onto the now visible bulge in his jeans. "Touch me, Kings," I whisper. "I am, doll-face." He kisses my jaw tenderly. Teasingly. I frown, taking his hand that rests on my hip and placing it on my aching heat. A surge of wetness rushes out of me. "I meant here," I say breathlessly, my eyes threatening to flutter close. - Leah Stone is only a few months away from graduating high school. As she pushes through her last year at Riverdale High, she is convinced she will graduate with no trouble. That is until Hunter Kings, Leah's longtime crush and the town's bad boy barges into her life and rouses her awake from her 18 years daydream to show her what she really missed out on in her teenage years. Midnight dinner, wild motorbike rides and endless inappropriate innuendos are only some of the things that Leah Stone will undergo on her journey with the town's bad boy. But what will happen when they finally graduate? Only time will tell. // #1 romantic #1 explicit #2 maturecontent

"sir, I can't do this" I whimper as I look up meeting his hazel eyes "What makes you say that?" he asks as he sits down in the chair beside me. The pencil I was holding falls out of my hands as I stare at the paper in front of me. Words have never looked so scary to me. They started to get blurry and the b that I wrote at the top of the paper looked more like a d. "It's just I can't concentrate bec--" - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Jayce Morgans , always portrayed as the schools "bad boy" truth be told he's never done anything bad in his school life. He may have back talked a teacher or punched a student but that was it. No one ever took the time to get to know him he had one close friend, Hanna, the only other people who talked with him were his parents and his six younger siblings and three older ones. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - "sir" I say as I back up against the wall "we can't do this" "Who said we can't?" He asks as his hands grab mine pinning them above my head "It's just not pro--" a strangled moan leaves my lips as he bites my neck. "What was that?" he smirks "you rat bastard" ~ ♡ ~ BoyxBoy ○ [WARNING]: will contain sexual content between two men. ○ {NOTE} : this story will be a short story, so around the 20 - 23 (maybe a couple more) chapters and that is it! ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

"We aren't a thing...I just love your body" He bluntly says as his dark eyes gaze at mine. "I'm okay with that...Daddy" His eyes spark up as the words spilled out my mouth.."Say that again.." He groans with a smirk. ⚠️ CAUTION ⚠️ i'm still editing this book.

This book will be a collection of smuts and dirty whispers from some of the avengers to you. This book will include: •Loki •Thor •Doctor Strange •Iron-Man/ Tony Stark •Spider-Man/ Peter Parker •Winter Soldier/ Bucky Barnes •Captain America/ Steve Rogers •Black Widow/ Natasha Romanoff (I do not own any of these characters, they are from Marvel)

Hi, I'm Rena. Love me or hate me you will respect me. I am not your ordinary woman. Not by far. I am bad ass, take no shit, Harley riding , puppy saving, Mc President. My club is my life or part of it. Step into my story and let me show you how I dole out justice the Forseti way. As the author of this book I'm going to warn you there is a lot of things that could be triggers for some. There is sexual assault against adults and children, strong language and lots of bad assery. Please take this into consideration when reading this one.

COMPLETED! For all those who saw Endgame and had their heart ripped out, this is for you. Imagines of Natasha Romanoff. Fluff. Angst. Gif. Smut. (No longer taking smut requests as of 12/18/19) (GxG , G!p)