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Burning Heat

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. _____ 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?

Josephine_Ivy1 · Fantasia
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146 Chs

Beathny

Life hasn't been exactly 'it' for me. It is rather safe to call me the black sheep of the family.

I told everyone when I was younger that I wanted to be a doctor, but as puberty hit, I changed my mind and wanted to be an engineer. When the time to apply for college came, I chose architecture. I just wanted to be like one of my siblings. Our eldest was a doctor the next was an engineer and my immediate elder brother was an architect.

Asher made architecture look cool and nice. In my own defense I just didn't have passion for school. I was always that kid that the family goes, "Please go to school and make a living for yourself." 

"Mother please! I am trying my best in school."With an eye roll, I would always reply. I hated school.

"Look at your siblings working so hard to make something for themselves," she would state clearly as she combed my hair and applied a gel.