#short steamy romance

[dominimoonbeam]

Ruby and the Wolf

I write romantic books, maybe you want to try them?

It's Sunday and I'm doing that self promo thing I told myself I would do! (The new Sci Fi Romance, Stargazing Underground, is coming out in the next month too!)

The ebook of this steamy short story is available on Smashwords and Amazon, and listed on Goodreads!

Ruby and the Wolf

When Ruby decided to take up jogging, she never expected to rescue a wolf from a couple of bloodsuckers in the woods or to end up on the run with the hottest man she’s ever met. Liang’s never been interested in humans before, but when this one saves his life, he can’t exactly leave her behind. There’s no turning back and things soon heat up on their road trip to safety. This story contains—explicit sex, violence, blood, and profane language.

If you like my writing, particularly Bite to Bruise, you'll hopefully enjoy this one too!

[phoenixnewton]

Loop Mornings

Enoch O’Connor x Reader Fluff

Miss Peregrines Home for Peculair Children

My eyes fluttered open as the sound of familiar birds sang their morning calls in the garden. I woke the same way every day. The same minute, of the same day, of the same year. September 3rd 1943. As always I closed my eyes again, attempting to fall back into a deep slumber.

I shivered as a breeze came through the window and snuggled deeper into the duvet and the strong arms that encompassed me. Enoch must have forgotten to close the window the night before after we'd spent the evening on the balcony. I felt my face heat up at the memory. Despite having been together for the past twenty years in the loop, the thought of the broody boy set my cheeks aflame and my stomach to flutter in nervous excitement.

As if he knew I was thinking about him, I felt Enoch shift beside me. He mumbled something illegible and pulled my body closer to him. I let out a breathless laugh and let myself be pressed against his chest. At last, I let my eyes open fully as I listened to his steady heartbeat in his chest. My fingers drew out intricate patterns with a featherlight touch on his chest, being as careful as I could not to wake him. Although, knowing Enoch he was probably already awake and just pretending. He did that a lot, especially in quiet loop mornings like this, just feigning sleep to make the moment last longer.

Despite being virtually adults, and both the oldest wards under her care, Miss Peregrine still disapproved of us sharing a bed. So, moments like this were rare and short-lived.

Enoch stroked a hand down my back softly. His hands were calloused from all the manual work he did constructing his homunculi, but I felt his roughened caress comforting. As his hand made its way down my bare spine I was reminded suddenly that I was naked, which meant he certainly was too. “G’Morning, darling.” He said in a husky voice that was rough from sleep. I felt a shiver go through me at the deep rumble of it.

I tilted my head back and placed a soft, lingering kiss on his jaw in reply. I saw his Adam's apple bob as he swallowed when my lips carried on a trail downwards along the column of his neck. “Morning handsome,” I murmured against his hot skin.

Enoch groaned and pulled me on top of him so fast it made my head spin. I giggled quietly, aware that we couldn't be too loud. The walls in this house were ridiculously thin. I ran my hands down his defined chest teasingly as he gripped my hips tightly.

“How long have we got?” He asked me slightly breathless when my hands drifted lower, tracing the deep v-line on his hips.

I grinned devilishly, “Long enough.” And with that, Enoch captured my lips in a searing kiss full of lust and love.

Loop mornings were repetitive-literally, and there was no way to deny that. But it didn't mean they couldn't be fun. And as long as I had Enoch, I could spend every morning like this. Full of searing kisses, soft caresses and gasped breaths. Forever.

[darkfantasywriter]

Reader x StepBrother

Title: Shadow of Desire

The hallway was empty, the house quiet save for the hum of the late evening. You knew he was close. He was always close.

You turned the corner, hoping to escape to your room before he found you, but it was too late. Ethan stood there, leaning against the wall, arms crossed. His eyes locked onto yours the moment you stepped into view, and the room felt smaller, the air thicker with something you couldn’t quite name.

He smirked, his gaze dark and dangerous, like he could see through every layer of your carefully built walls.

"You’re avoiding me again," he said, voice low, almost amused, though there was an edge beneath it.

Your heart pounded in your chest, a mix of fear and something else—something you didn’t want to name.

"I’m not avoiding anyone," you lied, trying to move past him. But his arm shot out, blocking your way, fingers brushing your wrist, sending a jolt through you.

"Really?" His voice was deceptively soft. "Because it feels like you are."

His grip tightened—not enough to hurt, just enough to make you stop. Your pulse quickened, your breath coming out in shaky bursts as he leaned in, his lips just inches from your ear.

"You can’t run from me forever," he whispered, his breath hot against your skin. "I’m not going anywhere."

You shivered, both at the promise and the threat hidden in his words. He was possessive, more than he had any right to be, but there was something about the way he looked at you, like he owned you, that made it impossible to pull away.

"You’re mine," Ethan continued, voice darkening. "Whether you admit it or not."

Your heart raced, torn between the overwhelming urge to flee and the twisted thrill that ran through you every time he was near. His presence was suffocating, but part of you craved it—craved him.

"You don’t get to decide that," you finally managed, though your voice trembled. His eyes flashed with something dangerous, his smile widening like he knew a secret you were too afraid to face.

"Don’t I?" His fingers traced a line up your arm, his touch possessive, commanding. "You know as well as I do that there’s no one else who knows you like I do. No one else who could want you like this."

You swallowed hard, caught between the burning heat of his gaze and the overwhelming sense of inevitability that washed over you.

There was no denying it anymore—Ethan wasn’t just in your life. He had taken root in your mind, in your heart, and no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t shake him.

And maybe you didn’t want to.

[alakewrites]

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[dominimoonbeam]

Ruby and the Wolf

The paperback is available!

I shared this steamy steamy novella from the House of Teeth universe last year as an ebook. At the time I was thinking of publishing the short stories as just ebooks but I can't not make a paperback too.

After some formatting, Ruby and the Wolf is now available!

The wolf limped over to her, his eyes so pale a yellow that they were nearly white. She could swear he was watching her—really watching her. And then his shoulders jerked and his bones cracked. She held her breath, thinking now was the moment her mind had finally decided to unravel. He changed, right in front of her, all that darkness turning into smoke rolling off of him like steam, until he wasn’t a wolf at all. He was a man. A large, naked man. Scars and tattoos cut lines across his lean body. The tattoos seemed to start at his left ankle and make their way up and across him, to the other side of his neck and down his right arm to the back of his knuckles. His eyes were still pale yellow, gleaming out from wet, black hair just long enough to be a mess he had to push back from his face. He came closer still, blood on his lips and smeared down his chest. For the first time in her life, Ruby did the sensible thing, and passed the fuck out.

[juleshazeromance]

Star Cove (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/story/333361040-star-cove?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_myworks&wp_uname=omegamz94 Jyn is used to working away her summers at Bar Doux, day after day. But now that the owner's nephew has come to work with her, she's finding her days a little more...interesting. And just wait till you hear things from his point of view.

[heremegrawr]

Day Dreams (a steamy short story)

Here's a short story I've been working on. It's currently posted on Dreame. If you like it, please read the rest on there so I can get some followers!

Aster has Dreams - big dreams, weird dreams, and telling dreams of the future. Her Dreams can reveal truths, or direct her into the necessary course of action. While in love with Zack and Rand, a new partner has recently come into the picture. Will following her Dreams bring about disastrous consequences?

Chapter 1: The Lovers

Eric and I are eating dinner. I know he’s angry at me, but I have good reason to keep my distance from him. This wedge between us — I’m scared and devastated that I’ve lost my chance to be together.

I know I need to do something to reconnect — to draw him back in. He gets up to leave and my brain is scrambling to think of something before he completely walks away. I hurriedly push my chair back and rush over, swallowing my last bite of dinner while I’m still wracking my brain with what the hell I’m going to say.

“Wait!” I exclaimed, reaching out to him, attempting to close the distance. Eric pauses and turns back to me, slowly revealing the guarded and puzzled look on his face.

“What do you need, Aster?” he cautiously asks, arms crossing over his chest. I note his defensive stance.

“I…need…your help,” I stutter out, failing to find a convincing argument or phrase to cover up my need to distract him from leaving. Embarrassed, I glare down at the floor searching for my answers. Movement flits into my peripheral vision and I glance up, but Eric has planted himself — maybe stopped himself from closing that gap. His annoyed smirk brings the embarrassment flush to my cheeks.

He scoffs, “What could I be able to help you with? Aren’t the other two more capable for you? You didn’t even pick me…” the end of his sentence ends in a grimace as he starts to turn away again. No — he needs to know!

“I chose you!” I blurt out while taking a couple more steps into this cavern between us. Eric pauses, not quite turning back but listening. My outstretched hand is mere inches from touching his back. My fingers ache to caress the soft flannel of his shirt. I start again, softly, “I did, I chose you. I don’t know what the others told you, but I want you. I pick you.” My vision wells and wobbles at the vulnerable confession. Tears flood my vision as I refuse to blink and set them free. I slowly reel my hand back as a couple fat tears escape, trailing the sadness at what Eric must have felt from whatever rejection was reported to him.

“It’s clear you were hurt, and I’m so sorry. That was never my intension. I just hope you can accept how I feel about you, and also what that would mean for our situation.” I can’t bear to look at his face, his reaction to my proclamation. I don’t dare let him see my hope. I desperately need his acceptance.

My vision is boring a hole in the floor when his boots fill the space. A gruff hand tenderly nudges my chin up, directing me to look at him. Hope and fear line Eric’s eyes, his peppered brow is furrowed in concern. “Do you really?” We are heartbeats away from each other. He whispers hesitantly, “Did you really pick me?” His warm breath dances across my cheeks, cooling the drying streams of tears forged there. “I do. I want you,” I say with quiet urgency. My arms strain at my sides from willing them to stay when I want so badly to be wrapped around him.

I frantically search his eyes for answers. Both calloused hands suddenly surround my jaw, fingers pressing into my neck as he pulls me toward his lips. Our kiss is soft and full of wonting, his gruff hands full of the desire and urgency that have filled the room.

His tongue flicks my lips, requesting entry. I open my lips to him, deepening the kiss and expanding the flood gates of desire. My hands wrap around his strong torso, attempting to reach through his shirt to feel the hard body beneath. A moan escapes my throat, and Eric becomes demanding. Suddenly, we’re shuffling and I’m slammed between a wall and the wall that is Eric. Heat builds in my core as he moves his hips closer to mine, attempting to burn through our clothes through friction. My hands wander, searching for a gap that I can touch — I need to touch his skin. Eric is cupping and massaging my breast, the sensation simultaneously stimulating and relaxing.

My hand finds the gap I’ve been looking for, just below his shirt. I move under and feel the waist of his briefs, my fingers grasp at his supple skin on his lower back. My nails slightly graze him and he releases a pleading moan. His moan wakes me from my stupor of desire.

Eyes still closed, I place my free hand on his chest gently, my other hand not ready to break all contact yet. “I hope this promise is enough for now. I hope you know how much I would choose you and always will choose you.” Eric rests his forehead against mine, our noses touching and our panting breaths mingling. “I will do this for you,” he breathes, “because I choose you.”

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My heart is racing from the elation of the confirmation of Eric, and from the rush of tardiness. I know Zack appreciates timeliness, and while I’m not a scheduled person I try to accommodate him when I can. I brusquely swing open the door to the lab. Zack is facing away from me at the center lab table, focused on whatever he’s doing.

I can hear the playful smirk in his voice, “You’re late.” I roll my eyes in response, “What’s new? I got distracted,” I would never lie to any of my partners but I don’t have to flagrantly flaunt them to each other. I still am measuring the extent of everyone’s boundaries.

The smirk is surely on his face when he turns to me, glasses gleaming playfully in the stark lab lighting. Completely confident and at ease. This is why I chose him, I knew he would be able to accommodate sharing because he is so confident in himself and us. And I can never betray that confidence and trust. I smile broadly back at him as my heartbeat slows to a steady, strong thrum. The beat of endurance.

Leaning back against the lab table, Zack opens his arms as I approach, indicating he’s not working with anything dangerous and I can touch him with his gear on. I fling my arms around his neck as he encircles his arms around my waist. “What are we doing tonight, Professor?” I ask with a wiley smile on my lips.

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The apartment is dark when I enter, just a couple small lamps still on for slight visibility in the dark. The crystals hanging discreetly in the window clink against each other lazily as I shut the door. I softly plop my keys in a dish by the door, and leave my shoes and bag as well. I quietly pad to the kitchen for a glass of water before heading to the bathroom to strip down for bed.

I’m elated with how the day has gone, but suddenly the exhaustion is slowly creeping in. I need a shower. Or four.

I turn the shower on to warm the water while I methodically drop my clothes to the floor. I take a quick glance in the large mirror as it starts to fog up before heading into the shower. I let my dark hair down and shake out the events of the day. Stepping into the shower I let the water wash over me, cleansing my skin and warming my bones. I lean my forehead against the cool wall as the heat and steam build in the stall and close my eyes.

I hear the soft creak of the shower door opening and feel the fleeting rush of cold air. I sleepily open my eyes a crack and turn my head while a smile builds on my lips. “I’m sorry if I woke you,” my voice has turned deep and sensuous in my exhaustion and the steam, “I was trying to be sneaky until I crawled into bed.” Rand immediately grabs my hips and leans his hips into me. I rest my hands on his hands and make small circles with my thumb.

“I was up, just reading,” Rand replies shortly. I turn immediately at his tone.

“I hope you weren’t waiting up for me…I told you I had to meet both McSteamy and Zack tonight,” my brows furrow with concern causing the corners of my mouth to tug downward. Rand replies with a small smile, “I wanted to wait for you, I knew you had a busy day.” I relax a little, “Ok, well, you know I don’t like to keep you waiting unnecessarily.” My fingers start tracing the rivers of water upward on his torso.

A small fire sparks in Rand’s eyes. “Would you like to practice some necessary waiting to end your night?” My heart starts to pound in anticipation. A wicked smile plays on my lips as I softly pinch one of Rand’s nipples. He pinches one of my nipples back, with a little more fervor, and then the other. Rand’s smile mirrors mine as he says, “Turn back around and bend over so we can get you nice and clean for your lesson.”

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Everything is washed in a gray light. There's definitely a floor, but there's no distinction between the ground and any possible walls. There is no horizon, and no other beings here with me.

I turn and see a pinpoint of white in the gray landscape. I observe it for an hour, or a minute, or a moment. Do I start moving toward it or does it come to me? Like a desert oasis, a gathering appears and draws near. A party? I realize I'm dressed in a flowing, silk dress. Light as gossamer, black and blue as the universe, and shimmering with the thoughts of a million stars. I look up to watch the party. This is a celebration, a happy occasion. I instinctively smile at all the joy surrounding me.

I see my Lovers, my partners, my happiness. They each have such immense amounts of life and love on their faces. This is a place of calm and peace. I enjoy the party for days, minutes, or years. A goblet is in my hand. Something old and well-worn, but clearly handled with great care. A toast is to be made? I raise my goblet in acknowledgement, and only three other party-dwellers do the same. Immediately, the Three lock eye contact with me. I'm frozen in my position, and everyone else disappears. I should be worried, but I feel fine. This is to be expected. The Three upend their goblets, never breaking eye contact with me.

My eyes fly open. A Dream. I turn my head slowly. I'm still in bed, Rand sleeping soundly next to me. The crystals hanging in the mobile above the bed softly patter against each other, as though a hand was brushed through them. I scrunch my eyes as a soft shiver runs down my spine. My elation over the day is drained away at the realization. The Three of Cups has been revealed.

[biggerwishesofficial]

House Hunt

I’ve been thinking about buying a house for months now. Renting had gotten old - paper-thin walls, obnoxious neighbors, and landlords with the warmth of a glacier. I wanted something that was mine, something I could build into a home. So, I finally caved and asked my best friend, Greg, for a recommendation.

He'd just bought a place a few months ago, so I figured he might know a good realtor. What I didn’t expect was for him to give me her name with a sly grin.

"She’s amazing," he said. "Real Amazon."

I blinked. "Amazon? Like... she used to work at Amazon?"

Greg chuckled, shaking his head. "Not exactly, man. You’ll see."

That didn’t explain much, but I trusted Greg. He wouldn’t steer me wrong, at least not when it came to big things like this.

I was still scratching my head when I parked outside the real estate office and checked my phone for the name again. “Alexis North.” Simple enough. I was expecting someone efficient, maybe a former tech worker or someone from the corporate world.

I walked inside, scanning the small, modern office space, and then I saw the office with her name tag on the door.

My brain momentarily shut down.

She wasn’t just tall - she was towering, at least seven feet, with long, fiery red hair cascading down her back like molten copper. Her eyes were an otherworldly green, sharp and alive, like two emerald flames set in porcelain skin. And the outfit? A tailored blouse that dipped low enough to show just the right amount of cleavage. It was… distracting. Very distracting, but in a good way.

I could practically hear Greg laughing in my head. He knew what he was doing when he set me up with her.

I hadn't noticed her walking towards me this whole time. “You must be Michael.” Her voice was smooth, confident, with a slight tilt of amusement.

I blinked, regaining enough sense to extend my hand. “Y-yeah. You’re Alexis?”

She smiled, shaking my hand with a grip that felt both gentle and strong, her fingers warm and steady. “The one and only.”

I was still in awe of her sheer presence, but I managed to hold it together as she grabbed her tablet and led me out to her car, a sleek black SUV that looked like it was built for giants like her. The interior smelled faintly of leather and her perfume, a subtle scent that made my pulse quicken.

“So,” she said as she drove, her voice lilting with amusement, “Greg didn’t tell you much about me, did he?”

“Not really,” I admitted, laughing nervously. “He just said you were… an Amazon. I thought he meant you used to work for the company.”

She glanced over at me, lips curling into a mischievous grin. “Nope. Just an Amazon by birth.”

We both laughed, and it broke the ice, easing the tension I didn’t realize I was holding. As we started touring homes, Alexis was professional, but the playful banter between us built naturally, like we’d known each other for ages. We joked about bad wallpaper choices, the tiny closets that couldn’t possibly hold her wardrobe, and even pretended we were a couple, debating which room would be the best for “our” future dog.

The more houses we toured, the more comfortable I became with her. Alexis had this effortless charm - equal parts flirtatious and light-hearted - that made the day fly by. At one point, in a particularly cramped kitchen, she “accidentally” bumped into me, her body brushing against mine.

“Whoops,” she said, winking.

By the time we reached the final house, the tension between us had simmered into something palpable, something almost electric. The house was a cozy little place on the outskirts of town, with hardwood floors and a wraparound porch. The moment we stepped inside, Alexis closed the door behind us and leaned against it, her eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that made my breath catch.

“So, what do you think?” she asked, her voice soft, teasing. “Could you see us living here?”

I raised an eyebrow, stepping closer. “Us?”

Her smile deepened. “You know… hypothetically.”

“Hypothetically, I could see a lot of things,” I murmured, my heart racing as I closed the distance between us.

The air was thick with unspoken desire, and when she looked down at me, her green eyes darkened, daring me to make the first move. But she beat me to it.

Before I could think, her lips were on mine, soft but insistent, and I kissed her back, all logic flying out the window. Her hands tangled in my hair, pulling me closer as the kiss deepened, her body pressing against mine, curves and strength all at once. It was intoxicating.

Just as things were heating up, the sound of keys jingling at the front door shattered the moment.

We froze, wide-eyed.

“The owners!” I whispered, frantically stepping back as Alexis straightened her blouse and wiped her lipstick with the back of her hand.

We barely managed to look halfway professional by the time the door opened, and an older couple stepped in, smiling politely as they saw us. Alexis, to her credit, switched into business mode in an instant, smoothly guiding them through their questions and making small talk as if nothing had happened.

My heart was still pounding as we finally left, waving goodbye to the owners and stepping back into her car. The tension between us had shifted again, from raw desire to barely-contained laughter.

As she drove me home, the silence between us was comfortable, the weight of what had just happened hanging in the air, unspoken but understood. When we pulled up in front of my apartment, Alexis turned to me, a playful smirk tugging at her lips.

“Well,” she said, “that was… fun.”

I grinned, leaning closer. “I’d say so.”

She didn’t waste any more time. Before I could react, she leaned across the console and kissed me again, softer this time, but with just as much heat. When she pulled back, her eyes sparkled in the dim light.

“Call me when you want to do this again,” she whispered.

I nodded, barely able to find my voice. “Definitely.”

As I stepped out of the car, I watched her drive away, still feeling the warmth of her lips on mine, knowing this house-hunting experience had turned into something far more exciting than I could’ve ever expected.

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