Novel & Cerita 7 Minutes Fanfic Eren

he panted, barely able to contain his feelings. “I haven’t even started,” said Erin with a wicked smile. She slowly dropped down to her knees and took him in her mouth. Danshak’s reaction was priceless, fuelling her to do more and bring him the kind of pleasure he had never dreamed of in his entire medieval life. They were in a difficult time in history and there were no guarantees that they would make it out of this war alive, so they might as well have a memorable time together before all hell broke loose again. Who knows? This might be their first and last chance to consummate their marriage.

the other warriors called out excitedly. Before I knew it, I was being thrust into a dark closet with Adrian, our laughs dissipating beneath the sound of the muffled music. Jackets and shirts pressed onto me from all sides, and the familiar scent of Eric’s cologne filled my nostrils, drowning out all other scents. This was Eric’s bedroom closet, but that hardly mattered right now; what mattered was the game. Seven minutes in heaven was a game I had heard of, but had never played; normally, winners of each round would pair up and would have to spend seven minutes in a closet together. What happened in the closet was up to them, but it usually involved a lot of making out.

Before I could snap in frustration, Eren was at my side, gripping my arm, steadying me. “Easy” he murmured. “You’ve been out for weeks. Your body needs time.” Weeks. I exhaled sharply, pushing past the discomfort. Time had already been stolen from me. I would not waste another second. Tell me what I’ve missed” I order, my voice rough, hoarse. Eren hesitated. I could feel the tension in whatever he was about to say. “Speak” I command, regaining my edge. He exhaled through his nose, choosing his words carefully.

I finished. I’d done everything I could to sidestep the talk about the wet dream because as hot as it had been, I was also trying really hard to forget about it and there was no way I could if Eren kept talking about it. “You’ve waited for more than three years,” I continued after the long silence that settled between us like doom, “what’s a few months more?” “Really?” Eren’s head tilted as he moved closer to me— slow, certain— his footsteps hung heavy in the air as he moved, each step he took sounded like a ticking bomb about to go off, his eyes pinning me like a nail.

I glanced around the room and found Erika in the corner of the room. I landed on the ground and grasped her in my arms. Being startled, she began to flail. But she was too weak to do anything. She opened her eyes and looked at me with confusion. You’re safe now. I mind-linked her and kissed her on her lips. There was joy in her eyes. She recognized me. The next second, she closed her eyes and fell asleep again. I jumped up to the roof. No one was noticing. The guards were in a mess. Even their Alpha was at loss for what to do. Yes, I was right. Angel might not be a good warrior, but she was really good at causing trouble.

He stares at the older and cold-looking Ronan outside the silver bars, then turns back to look at me with disbelief written all over his eyes. I just nod in response. He clenches his fists tightly. Soon, a furious roar escapes his throat. "He's not worthy of being your mate! I'll kill anyone who wants to hurt you, regardless of who they are!" As opposed to the 28-year-old Ronan, the 18-year-old version of him loves me more than anything else in the world. Naturally, he will definitely stick to the promises he has made to me. ... When Ronan Thorne came back, he was reeking of the overly sweet scent of his secretary, Evelyn Stone.

He was about to admit something he had never confessed to anyone. “I’m jealous of what Eren and Anne-Marie have.” Normally, Asher would rather die than admit he was jealous of Eren. His whole life, he didn’t want to lose to Eren, but when it came to love, he knew he couldn’t win. "Eren's love for Anne-Marie dates back to his childhood. Before her legs became like that, and it never changed. Eren didn’t back down at all when Anne-Marie’s condition changed; he stayed and helped her live, helped her accept reality, and made sure she knew she was still loved no matter what.”

That left only Theodore. I touched the letters. My hand jerked back as if I'd been burned. The tears came anyway. I turned my back to him. I wiped my face. I took a breath. I shifted. My claw dug into the bark. I dragged it through our names until they were gone. When I was done, I shifted back. I turned around. I forced a smile. "Theodore. Stop chasing me. Please. You found your fated mate. Isn't that enough?" "You thought waiting for me would move me? I already have a mate. Our pup is almost seven."

I hum, tottering toward the door. When I swing it open, I’m greeted not by Peter, but by Eren, leaning casually against the doorframe. His green eyes are eyeing me with mischief. "Hey." He smirks, and I feel a swarm of butterflies erupt in my stomach. The fact that he's wearing a white shirt with a black leather jacket and ripped jeans, doesn't help but amplify his effortlessly dangerous charm.. As always, this Alpha looks dangerously handsome. My face began to catch heat when I realized what I was putting on right now. I was in a thin tank top and was in very short shorts that leaves little to the imagination.

That Thorne was treating me like a real partner even if it looked fake to me. The meal felt too long and too short all at once. When we finally rose, Thorne’s hand settled at the small of my back, guiding me from the hall. I could feel the weight of every stare, Cain’s calculation, Maddie’s jealousy, the pack’s curiosity and mine. Later, in my chambers, I had just begun to unpin my hair when Eren slipped inside. Her face was pale, her eyes wide. “My Queen,” she breathed, closing the door quickly. “I have to tell you something.”