Arthur Morgan X Male Reader Novels & Stories

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

WRITER’S POV Dashing into the hideout, Arthur growled loudly which showed he wanted to be all alone. His men who were training there all vamoosed. The thought of having a human mate made his blood boiled. Events of the last time he went hunting when a human hunter nearly killed him made it even worse for him to accept his fate which he only saw as terrible. He put a call across to his beta, Dennis and before the next thirty minutes Dennis had arrived. He called Jeremy too. They are the only ones he could confide in that moment. He needed someone to tell him he was having a nightmare…anything just to end this terrible fate of his.

I never called her my girlfriend, but my entanglement with her had been other than a one-night stand. Morgan had listened to me explain that without condemning me for it. What kind of fucking asshole would I be if I expected her past to disappear simply because Bruce and I didn't like it? "I vote for disappearing Ryan." I closed my eyes. "We're not killing Ryan." "I didn't say kill." "You're a terrible liar." He went quiet. Exactly. Besides, I couldn't exactly blame Ryan—or any other male—for being attracted to Morgan. She was the most beautiful she-wolf I had ever seen.

He even acted that he lost some of his memories just to distance himself from Ralph for a while but he could not because he still liked him. Morgan wished that this feelings of him would just go away. He does not want to fall for this man. He was a vampire and a werewolf hybrid while he is a human. "Hey, you can do this. Just cling to me. Let's act like lovers," Ralph whispered to him. Morgan was shocked, he could not believe what he heard. He just continued to stare at Ralph like he was crazy. "Hello," a cold voice whispered from behind him. Morgan turned his head and saw a brown-haired vampire.

He pointed at the romance book Sky was reading before dragging her into my room. "A friend," Arthur stood up angrily. "Isn't she your secretary?" he snapped. I don't have to explain myself to you, Arthur. It's my life.—I snapped, then his gaze shifted behind me. I turned around, finding Sky standing there, I'd told her to stay in the fucking room. "Hey, I'm going for a run." She looked at Arthur's hand and saw her underwear. Sky had changed into workout clothes. Arthur shook his head. "I'm Arthur" he introduced himself, "Arthur Jenkin, Xander's brother," he said, and her eyes widened.

"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.

Aria was about to give up when she heard Morgan call from the other side of the room. She looked over to where his voice came from and rounded various shelves of books. In his hand was a large brown book with gold leaf that had mostly faded. The book was torn at the binding and some pages were slipping loose. Morgan set it down on a nearby table and opened it. On the first page Aria could see was a drawing of a human with what looked like dragonfly wings. What is this? “A book about mystical creatures.” He turned the page, “I’ve never seen this before.”

“So, wait, you’re staying with Aris?” “Yeah,” I murmur, trying to keep my voice low even though I might be the first person to take an interest in this section of the archives in like a thousand years. I balance the heavy books, standing on my toes to peer over the shorter shelves toward the lamplight that seems like it’s leagues away. “It wasn’t my decision.” “Tell me again about this Morgan chick. She sounds awful.” “She’s… gorgeous. Tall and lean, you know, like the models in your fashion magazines.”

Then, with his thumbs, opened her sex to his gaze. Trembling, Morgan had never felt more vulnerable—or aroused. She dripped, arched to him, held her breath, waited. Jack could have no doubt that she responded to his demands, to the way he forced her legs apart, then stared at her sex as if he intended to eat it like a ripe peach.

He started day dreaming about her in the Throne room where everyone left him. 'But shes friends with that wretched boy' Morgan thought, 'Impossible. I shall make her mine!' He closed his fist. Morgan stood up from the couch then paused remembering a small detail about the Earth Triber lady that he had noticed: she had the eyes of a Pnevma. 'Shes a host...?' Morgan thought. Morgan went outside where he found his father sparing with his ward Aries. Aquarius sat on a rock watching his twin brother train with the king.