Arthur Morgan X Reader Novels & Stories

"Come on, beg for it." Arthur did not, he would rather drink a dog pee. Begging wouldn't change anything, and he wouldn't indulge these demented women's dark fantasies. "Alright then." Morgana turned her head, addressing her servant. "Dora, prepare the spiked whips and fire them up. Let us begin." <><><><>

said Sarena pleadingly in a hoarse voice. Morgan kissed Sarena again and slowly guided his c*ck to Sarena's core which was ready to welcome his arrival. Sarena moaned loudly into Morgan's mouth when she felt something hard fill her body. "Ah, you're so tight, Baby," Morgan moaned into the crook of Sarena's neck. "This is so delicious. You make me addicted to your body. " Sarena couldn't hear anything. The pleasure she was feeling from Morgan's thrush made her brain dull and ahe couldn't think about anything and only focused on the delicious feeling that was blowing her through the clouds.

Jonathan understood well here. The one who made Deep Arlord lose one side of his vision was Morgan himself, known as Mr, A. "Deep Arlord is working with Asher." Morgan just smiled. "Oh yeah? How about we play? Don't you miss it?" Asked Morgan casually. She rocked her chair swinging casually while closing her eyes. "I think we should loosen up your muscles. See you're starting to bulge, since we got married." She said without opening her eyes and kept her eyes closed.

My fingers were already shaking when I picked it up. I unfolded it. Dear Damian, I have made a choice, and that choice is to be with Ryan. He is the love of my life. I've decided to run away with him because I will not let anyone get in the way of our happiness. Please forgive us. Our love is stronger than our fear. Please go back home. I'm sure you will find a mate who will love you as much as I love him. My vision blurred. No. I, Morgan Miller, of the Crescent Moon Pack, reject you, Damian Khallowells, King of the Eastern Kingdom.

He saw the way I wasn't fighting. I leaned back into Lucian’s chest. Not because I loved him. Not because I was broken. But because I wanted Arthur to see exactly how far he had fallen. I wanted him to see that his 'placeholder' had been claimed by a predator he could never touch. "I belong to the man who holds the keys, Arthur!" I shouted, the wind catching my words and hurling them down at the broken Alpha. Arthur’s knees hit the pavement. He collapsed into a heap of rags and sorrow, his forehead touching the cold iron of the gate.

He is trying to understand her! She sat on his bed and started reading the book that seemed like the one he was reading last, when the doors of his chambers burst open and Arthur entered. “You… are… here…” he spoke as he panted. He was clutching his side and he looked dishevelled. He was wearing rags and his face was smeared with blackened soot, but even in this state, he made Mila’s heart stopped. They both stared at each other for a long moment, absorbing the look, the feel, the scent, the taste their proximity brought for them. Mila felt Grace move in her head, and Arthur felt Bash move. Their wolves were crying for their union, and it was evident on their faces how they felt!

5 | STRANGE THINGS Arther entered to his Blake Light Pack with his footsteps that looked very fast about right now on there. Arther's right palm which was holding on the bag of containing the cakes and breads even looked so much red right now, because Arther had already tightened of his grip on there right now. Arther didn't even pay attention to all of the stares and even of the respectful greetings that had already been given by all of the omegas in his Pack about on there right now.

Morgan was still seated at the table, mulling over his phone. “They went to the library. Max reads to her every other day.” He chuckled. “The Count of Monte Cristo, no less.” “Is that a joke?” “No. But he’s been reading it to her in the original text, so if you don’t know French, don’t bother.” I furrowed my brow. “Auri knows French?” Morgan looked up at me, dead panned. “Sometimes it blows my mind how much you didn’t know about her. How much of ‘The Huntress’ she kept to herself. I knew she put ‘The Huntress’ in retirement when she was 18 but damn.”

“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.”

I want to be the first person you see when that happens. Me : Why? Reece : I'm your mate. It'll be great feeling your wolf for the first time. I want to experience it with you. Me : That's not a good idea. Reece : Oh but it is, little wolf. Come on, say yes. Me : No Reece : You're hurting me Morgana. Me : I have a boyfriend. Reece : I don't acknowledge that fact. Talk about being stubborn. I'm going to get my wolf senses for the first time and I don't think it's a good idea to be around him when that happens.