Arthur Morgan X Male Reader Novels & Stories

Till I left this pack. I compose myself and tried to keep my heart rate in a slow pace, as I continue our discussion. “This human girl, are you attracted to her?” I asked trying to seem as though I didn’t get his question. Arthur keeps a calm face and shrugs. He doesn’t like it when I keep asking him questions in any of our discussion. He just wants a straight answer. “She’s quite the beauty of course. I do find her to be attractive, and my wolf gets stirred up whenever he sees her.”

“Hell yes, it was a lot to take in. But I took it; I took all of it.” Wow. “What happened to you being happily celibate? Didn’t you say that you didn’t need a man; that you were better off without one?” She waved a hand in the air dismissively. “That’s old news.” “Morgan, you do understand that he’s a werewolf, right? He can shapeshift into a humongous wolf!” “By the way he handled me last night, he could shapeshift into an aardvark for all I care. I’m keeping him, and his magic dick.”

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 flipped them, pressing Allistair against the square designed fountain, pounding into him from behind, knot swelling again. “You’ll take it,” Morgan snarled, rutting hard. “Every drop. Every knot. Until you can’t walk.” Allistair wailed, his voice cracking, but his body clung greedily to the wolf’s cock. He came untouched, his stomach painting with release as Morgan groaned and filled him once more. But then the blue faded. The warmth of Morgan dimmed. Samael’s body stiffened, and his eyes bled crimson. The pupils vanished. The air turned suffocating, charged with blood and fire.

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.”

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.

he went to his room and started having shower the water passing from his perfectly toned body after freshup he sat on his chair without shirt and speaking in call this man is none other than MARCELLO AURTHUR the king of black panther mafia the ruthless, merciless, sex addict, womanizer, dominant these all are names given by world to him he have countless girls beside him and countless enemies around him waiting for a chance to kill him soon a girl entered into room along with another man these both are only friends of him lucy and Xion xion said "man why can't you cover your body" Aurthur replied "I don't think I have a imperfect body to hide" lucy chuckled xion went near Aurthur and whisper