Ambessa Medarda X Reader Novels & Stories

Meredith asks, kissing my shoulder and moving to my matemark. My voice is breathy, my arousal spiking, mi rabo hardening. Meredith notices and presses her curvy body into me. “My beta, our oracle, and my sister.” Hakeem moves on the bed so that he is behind me, rubbing himself on my ass.

Before I could open my mouth to answer, a sleek, cold voice interrupted. “That’s because Altherio has severed all ties with MedixGen.” The room turned toward the entrance. There she stood—Esmeraya. Ryan’s bitch in stilettos. She wore a scarlet pantsuit and a smirk sharp enough to slit throats. “What the hell is she doing here?” I muttered under my breath, standing. Esmeraya walked in like she owned the place. “You see,” she began, addressing the room, “you’re being sold a fantasy. A man disappears for seven years, then walks in with grand promises? No plan? No explanation for where he’s been?”

I squeezed my eyes shut for a second, forcing myself to read about binding spells, but all I could picture was bending her over this desk and pounding into her until she screamed. The door burst open without warning, slamming against the wall so hard it made the bookshelves rattle. I jumped up, my heart pounding, and there she was—Aradia in Ember's naked body, still dripping with cum from our last round, her skin glistening in the dim light. Her eyes burned with that unnatural hunger, and she didn't even try to cover up, just stood there with her legs slightly apart, letting me see how puffy and red her pussy lips were from the rough fucking I'd given her. Drops of my seed trailed down her i

He looked less intimidating and well, more gentle. She ran to Alexander without hesitation. Meanwhile, I stayed where I was and watched them in silence. Then Charlotte’s gaze shifted to me. Her smile grew curious. “And who is she?” she asked. Before I could respond, Zac walked beside her. “Charlotte, this is Emma Webber. The Moon Healer.” Her eyes widened at once. “The Moon Healer? I mean, the hero of Medcare Pharma?” “Yep, she’s the one,” Zac answered. I was unsure of what else to say so I gave her a nod and a light smile instead. Charlotte’s excitement was clear.

Ana chuckled and looked at Amar embarrassed. "You want me to wear this?" asked Ana pointing at lingerie black. Amar was nervous at once and smiled shyly. He nodded and asked Ana to wear it tonight. Currently, Ana is still very hungry and wants to finish her steak. But Amar wants Ana right now. Distracting her mind, Amar opened the comics and novels that Ana bought. In fact, Ana likes fantasy-themed reading. “Wow, very interesting. It turns out that you like reading fantasy stories like this huh. "

I smile at them, feeling self concious in my outfit. "Emmaline, oh my God." Augustine gasps, walking to me, I try not to glance at Gabe. "You look so grown." Carly says, and I smile. "Hello." A foreign voice says, walking closer to me. "What brings you here, Emmaline, I am Esemerada, Gabe's Fiancee." She says, and I say nothing, connecting the dots, she is his arranged mate, how splendid.

“Esma.” Reed whispered in my ear, I nuzzled into his chest. I was leaning against his chest, my eyes were closed, his hands wrapped around me. I felt ecstasy, joy, relieve. “Hey, we have to return to the hotel, you have to attend the meeting, right?” he whispered. I groaned. Jeez, let me sleep, just for a few minutes.

Xander groans, nearly dropping the eggs onto the counter before stepping forwards and taking her face in his hands. He kisses her, his lips devouring hers, and I feel Zahra’s body literally heat beneath my hands. I kiss slowly down the side of her neck as my own body responds. Fucking hell. I like watching them. Is that wrong? 'Get used to it. I think there’s going to be a lot of watching,' Medus says, purring loudly. To my horror, the sound starts resonating through my chest, and I know they can both feel it. Atlas starts purring too, and the vibrations seem to affect Zahra even more.

From my peripheral, I can see him place his arm along the back of the couch, his fingers fidgeting with my hair. "I am Lady Esmeralda," the short, middle-aged woman tells the group, "welcome to my shop. What can I do for you?" "It's our friend's birthday," Charity explains, pointing to me, "she would like to get a life reading." Esmeralda's gray eyes study me for a split second before a large smile overcomes her face, Damon's tension rolling off him, suffocating me. "Of course, dearie," she says, reaching out to help me from the chair but stops when Damon growls at her. Esmeralda chuckles heartily at his response before returning to the room behind the curtain while I stare after her.

She turned away before anyone could answer, her steps calm, graceful, as if she’d won something invisible. Kellan exhaled sharply. “She’s not afraid anymore.” Gamma nodded. “No. And that’s the problem.” … That evening, Ember visited the clinic again. Madeline was awake but pale, her lips dry, her eyes unfocused. “Madeline,” Ember whispered, kneeling beside her. “It’s me.” Madeline blinked slowly, then smiled weakly. “You’re always here.” “Where else would I be?” Ember said softly, adjusting the blanket again. Madeline’s fingers found her wrist. “She’s close.”