Trixie Belden Fanfic นิยาย & เรื่องราว

She wagged her eyebrows like she’d just offered me a winning lottery ticket. Dexter snorted from the bed, crumbs scattering onto his shirt. “Sounds like a walking cliché,” he muttered. “Shut up, Dex,” Trixie shot back, tossing a pillow at him. He caught it with one hand, grinning. “He’s not a cliché. He’s cultured. And Cameroon would love him if he gave him a chance.” I finally looked up, raising an eyebrow. “Trixie, I’m sure your cousin is great, but I have zero interest in blind dates, setups, or whatever this is supposed to be.”

If those two had only known what happened to her last night, they may be shivering right now. Because they still don't have customers and it is too rare for someone to cross over, they cleaned the shop first. "Isn't she Captain Zyd's fiancee? God! She is absolutely stunning." Trixie, who was drooling over Zyd's fiancée on television, caught her eye. Yes, she saw that woman before in the park. Her curves are in the perfect places, and she is a stunning woman. Anyway, she's like a goddess. She then looked away and didn't give a damn.

She nodded quickly at me. "I sure did. I told him where we'd be headed and he said if anything happens, let him know. He's got friends in Pines Port who are always willing to lend a hand or 3. I need to text Trixie also. I won't be hanging out tonight apparently." I nodded at her response and she turned facing forward, pulling out her phone. Trixie is a mutual friend of ours. Male by day, female by night. He has a taste for women's cloths, but damn, he certainly has style and we adored him for it.

His voice was sweet and calm as he held my waist and kept wiggling his fingers inside me, making me scream as he went faster inside me. “Hah! Aaaa…Uriel, please…don’t stop.” “Damn it.” He murmured. “Fuck it.” He popped his fingers out of me. I felt a warm liquid slip down my thighs. I panted and turned to Uriel, kissed him on his lips and wrapped my arms around his neck. I don’t know why I did it, but I think an Omega needs a warm body. Clyde’s load coming out of me made me feel empty enough to seek another alpha’s pheromones.

So instead, I nodded with a smile. "I am sure he will. Who can resist you?" "Absolutely no one," she grinned. "So, I guess we are hybrids then," I said casually, in a bid to move the conversation from Umma and Baba. It hurt to listen to all that when I could have been here to witness it all. To be a part of her life. When I would've dealt with every piece of shit that had hurt Lisa. But I wasn't here. And dammit does it hurt! "Tribrids. We are tribrids. Umma is a hybrid. A dragon witch."