Josephine_Ivy1

It was supposed to be a simple, innocent hug of a boy offering comfort to his distressed best friend. But somehow, I found myself astride Ash’s thighs, with his arms firmly wrapped around my body and his face squished against the curve of my bare shoulder. I could feel the moment he started to nose at the expanse of my throat, it had only taken a tiny brush of his nose against my skin to make me tremble against him and I instinctively tightened my hold around his broad shoulders as a small whimper slipped out before I could think. 

It must have been a mistake, I said to myself, but then he did it again, and again– his hot breaths fanning against my sensitive scent gland along with each firmer drags of his nose.

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   Andy Draco is a gay, nineteen year old Omega with a little bit of warlock magic in him, who can't seem to choose between friendship and lust.

Andy is best friend and roommate to Alpha Ashton who is straight or at least believes he is. One moment of heat blinded by lust leads to a night that couldn't be erased from both their lives.

With their friendship at stake and Andy's sudden unleashed powers and never before seen enemies, will Ashton come to realize his feelings or will he let the most important person in his life leave his life and the world?

Burning Heat

I over dosed. We had to use the money with us to pay for my hospital bills. I felt like a total disappointment, how could I do that? We had enough problems already why was I trying to add more.

"Catie we used all of the money we had to pay for these bills," John told me with a frown. He was obviously embarrassed to have a sister like me.

"I know, I am so sorry." I was honestly sorry, I can only imagine the panic he might have felt when he saw me like that.

"Did you find me?" I needed to know his state of mind.

"No! Alex did. He called me to come here," he said still not looking at my face.

"Oh!" I should say more but all I manage is an'oh'.

"John?" I needed him to look at me. Ｍｏｔｈｅｒcouldn't know about this.

"Yes?" He refused to look at me still.

"John look at me. I need to see your eyes on me." I had to be very direct and sure he understood me.

"Yes?" His eyes were on me now. I looked like a total mess.

Catherine