Confessions from my Nightmares

Confessions from my Nightmares

  • WpView
    Reads 44
  • WpVote
    Votes 1
  • WpPart
    Parts 12
WpMetadataReadOngoing10m
WpMetadataNoticeLast published Fri, Sep 29, 2017
WpInfo
Poetry
I thought I was in love with you. I thought you were in love with me... but your bloodied fist and my swollen tattered cheek meet in the confessions of my nightmares.
All Rights Reserved
#69
newme
WpChevronRight
Join the largest storytelling communityGet personalized story recommendations, save your favourites to your library, and comment and vote to grow your community.
Illustration

You may also like

  • Feral Hearts
  • The Beta's Unwanted Mate | ✔️ Complete
  • My Other Side
  • Can't Let You Go
  • Shattering the Alpha (Book #1)
  • A Lovable Disaster
  • I was His (IN THE PROCESS OF BEING EDITED)
  • My Possessive and Sexy Alpha Mate (Completed)

'Mate her!' Lukas's beast roared from within. The outburst surprised him. Unlike some situation where his wolf wanted blood from his women now, it's a bit different. He wanted to mate not only to have sex but to own the witch for good, marking her with his scent. "I despise you!" she lowered her voice and inched away from him "You're crazy! But King or not! You don't have the right to kiss me!" "No," he growled, letting his beast flare in his eyes for a second. "But I might consider taming your smart mouth Victoria." She licked her lips and grinned but damn her lips for tasting divine. "Maybe I'll like to see you're cold and lifeless body below me right now King!" she said with a hissed, her perfectly arched brows slowly lifted. "But death is too good for you." That did it. A warning growl rumbled from the back of his throat shit, he was losing his grip here and fast. "I don't think you get it Victoria. This isn't the sort of danger you play with, then walk away thinking you'll be safe." With his speed he was able to yank her back to him, rolling his hips to make his point. His leathers weren't that fitted, but more than tight enough for her to feel the hard bar of his cock pressed up close and personal. "This is the sort of danger that see's you flat on your back, writhing and moaning while a cock impaled so deep inside you, stretching your walls then it'll clenched and cum for me. And you know what's more dangerous? It's my mark Victoria...a mark that should be on your delectable neck." He was deliberately crude, hoping to scare her off. He prayed he did because she had to walk out of here before his wolf could cause a fucking riot. Her lips formed a perfect O and her eyes widened. A breath later, she inhaled and uttered the words that made my wolf howl in determination. "I'll rather sign up with death than make you mark me."

More details
WpActionLinkContent Guidelines