Carl Grimes X Reader Novels & Stories

“He’s clearly got you on drugs or something.” “That’s ridiculous. I’m completely sober.” “Are you, Camille? I should give you a test or something.” He checked out the other books. More vampire romance? Where were the werewolves? He saw none. “Wrong,” Dire grumbled. Don’t worry. We’ll get her proper books. Maddox browsed more of the vampire books and realized that they all had the same author. Grace Moon. That was an interesting name.

Carl responded with a grunt and pulled the rest of the sheet off me, tossing it aside to move his kisses to another, much more delicate part of my body. Whew... I lifted my ass to give him as much access to my center as possible. I grabbed the blessed pillow and tucked it under my abdomen. The lashes of Carl's tongue tore more than one moan out of me and in a second or two, I found myself completely open for him, who was no longer just giving me oral sex with that muscle trained to kill, but also using his fingers and hands as if I were a purse full of party candy. Carl seemed to be looking for something in there, a hidden treasure or a drug, I don't know, and then he fought with the wrapper

She couldn’t pretend she was fine. Carl wiped her tears away with his thumbs and drew her into another passionate kiss. Their tongues tangled hungrily. Bria stopped resisting, wrapping her arms around his neck. They tumbled onto the couch, still locked in the heated kiss. Carl’s hands moved with purpose, peeling her top over her head and tossing it aside. He unhooked her bra with his fingers, freeing her breasts. He groaned at the sight, his eyes dark with desire. He trailed hot kisses down her neck, sucking lightly to leave faint marks, then moved lower. His mouth closed over one peaked nipple, sucking and licking with slow, deliberate strokes while his hand kneaded the other breast. Bria a

***TRIGGER WARNING: Up until now, this story has been fairly tame. From this point forward, Wolfblood takes a dark turn. For those who read the first book of the series, Wolfbane, this book is much darker and deals with more serious, real-world issues. If you prefer light-hearted romances without violence, I advise you not to continue. If, however, you enjoy thrilling werewolf romance novels, please continue with Wolfblood! I promise it's worth the ride.***

Carrie whimpered from the loss. Greg grabbed the book and looked at it. He threw it the next minute. Then, his hand was gripping her jaw tightly. “Don’t get smart on me now,” he growled. His eyes flashed with arousal. Carrie’s heart thudded in her chest. At the same time, her pussy clenched at being held so roughly. She felt her spirit omega submitting entirely to the desire. Those weren’t the next passage from the book. Carrie made up the lines hoping it would get her what she wanted.

She brushed back a stray strand of her blonde hair from her face. "I'm sorry!" I murmured emotionlessly. "Yeah, you'll be sorry when I'm done with you." The door opened again and Grimsby stomped out in a white bathrobe, his jet-black hair tousled and displeasure etched on his face. "Karla, please. Don't." He spoke as he walked down to us. The stench of sex was still on him when his scent wafted up my nose. I dared not look him in the eyes. I wandered my gaze on the linoleum flooring which I was yet to scrub.

He played with her clit and kissed her chest. Elise groaned as she felt her climax hit her hard and she buried her head in his neck. As her inner muscles gripped him excitedly as if milking him, Carl came with a loud grunt and Elise bucked as she felt his cock expand and began to jerk a hot spray inside and before she could stand, she felt his knot impale her.

I bit my lower lip, unable to look away from the intense, burning heat in his eyes. A loud groan broke the tension. Behind Alaric, Carl pushed himself up from the ground. His face was completely covered in thick, dark mud. He spit a mouthful of dirty water onto the grass, coughing violently. He looked at Freya. He looked at me. He saw the complete awe on my face, and he saw who I was looking at. The humiliation completely broke his mind. Carl's eyes turned a violent, feral red. He lost all human reason. With a furious roar, he shifted and popped his razor-sharp wolf claws from his fingertips.

Carl says softly touching her bruised chin, stroking it Softly His eyes locked with her plump lip and his thumb went to it, feeling it's softness, enjoying the feeling "Gunner Shields" Carl says authoritatively and Mia watched as a tinted glass separated the limo "You can Scream all you want while I pleasure you Qūeridã, It's Sound proof" Carl says burying his face in her neck, sniffing her he stuck his tongue out tracing every bit of her neck, to her collar bone and to her cleavage in which he harshly bit on