Arthur Morgan X Male Reader Novels & Stories

"I'm so sorry." Because I'd failed already, and I had no idea how to fix this. No idea how to survive this. I just knew that Damien Cross had broken me. And I didn't know if I'd ever be whole again. Morgan POV Matured Audience The world had narrowed to the space between his sheets, to the scent of his skin and the crushing weight of a need so profound I felt like dying. I was on all fours, my body bowed and trembling. The air was cold on my heated skin, but the fire he stoked within me was an inferno.

Suffering due to the same man… Tonight, Malachi Araton will die. Time seemed to pass slowly, although it was probably not even an hour before I saw the man materialise in the centre of the room. He grabbed Morgana, who had been sitting on the floor, yanking her up. My eyes flashed and I knew he’d sense us immediately, hoping that Morgana managed to inject him. When it came to her, it was fucking weird. I could rely on her, like I knew she was my fucking equal, a team. Despite the strong urge to protect her…

He watched the progress bars crawl. "Come on," he hissed, glancing at the clock. He dug deeper, searching for the encryption keys to the security gates. He stumbled upon a folder labeled with a simple, jagged 'A'. He opened it. His breath hitched. The screen filled with surveillance photos. These weren't the polished images of the Alpha he had once loved. Arthur looked like a corpse. He was huddled in a trash filled alleyway, a bottle of cheap rye clutched in a hand that was missing two fingernails. His pack house was gone. His pride was gone. He looked like a dog waiting for the curb.

He was about to fuck his Ex's father, it sounded fucked up but he saw it as his final act of rebellion towards Liam— although there was a lot of similarities between the father and son. For one, his cock was very identical to that of Liam’s. The same pencil straightness when hard, the beautiful birthmark that spotted the tip of his cock. The full balls hanging beneath was literal perfection—at least to Evan, and to top it off he was quite the hunkier and older version of Liam. “Now, your pants.” Daniel whispered, rubbing his cock in slow, deliberate motions. Evan did as he said, sitting frog legged on the bed. Daniel leaned to caress Evan's face, he traced his thumb from his cheeks to his li

Her hair was full and shiny, unlike the Hawkettes who always seemed to be highly flammable with a ton of spray, gel, or mousse. Morgan was a little larger than the girls I usually went out with, but not in a repulsive way. She looked like she’d be able to handle herself in a fight and then turn around and be a big turn-on in the bedroom with the large breasts and nice round ass that I could spank all night. I focused back on the hand-out and tried to control the hard-on I was getting from all the images that had just flashed through my mind. There were tons of lines to be filled out on each of the male and female diagrams. Shit, I knew there were only like one or two parts that were really n

She thought again of what to do. Arthur is a healthy male. She knew he was horny and it was only holding him back. Who wouldn't think about it? She already knew that because Michel told him that one time they had a movie marathon. Arthuro is a sex addict, according to Michel. Michel and Arthuro can't go a day without having sex.

The atmosphere reeked of arrogance and desire. Morgan walked in, wearing a black leather jacket, the collar high, his steps slow and deliberate. Heads turned as he passed. A few women glanced his way, drawn by that familiar mix of danger and charm that only Alphas carried. Tim leaned close. “This place stinks of pride.” Morgan ignored him, scanning the crowd. His wolf stirred beneath the surface, restless. He moved toward the bar, resting a hand on the counter. “Looking for someone,” he said quietly. “Calls himself Easton.”

He didn't know what Sebastian wanted to say, but it seemed important enough for the middle-aged man to come directly to him. "I'm not asking you to stop, Uncle," Albert replied. Albert's words permitted Sebastian to continue. "I don't know if you already know about this, but during training a few days ago, I noticed something unusual about Mr. Morgan. As we know, he managed to defeat Arian. And at that moment, I saw Mr. Morgan's eyes turn red." Sebastian paused for a moment, watching Albert's reaction. "If I may know, is he a descendant of an Alpha?" he asked later.

Trigger Warning: This chapter contains mature content and sexual scenes. Please read at your own risk. Author's POV Morgan held both of Alexa's hands above her head and continued to kiss her with wild passion, pushing his tongue into her mouth and tasting every nook and cranny, sucking and nibbling on her sweet lips that tasted like aged fine wine that he was getting drunk in.