Carmilla Carmine X Reader Novels & Stories

Alaric's POV: "Let her go." I demanded. His eyebrow raised before gazing down at my mate. It angered my lycan that he had set his eyes on her. I watch as he sets Camilla up straight. My brow twitching and furrowing when I notice his arm graze my mate's chest. I growled inwardly, knowing he just did that on purpose. My eyes instantly fell on Camilla, taking in her nice little white summer dress. She looked beautiful. I could feel my eyes darkening as my lycan pushed forward. His desire overriding my anger at the moment.

"A bastard won't change anything." "Think about it, Cara. You've never had a family, but this could be all yours if you join us." He spread his arms, goading me where it struck the most. "Kaloyan Kaine is not your family. You know he won't be when he discovers the truth. He will deliver you to Dax, the wolf tycoon, or kill you himself." "How did you find out about me?" "The incident with Nightshade and the demon boy made me suspect you, but your actions tonight led me straight to the truth. You are Cara Smyth, the face shifter from the Silver Eye pack."

When was the last time you ate? Me: Uh… Dane: Seriously? Me: I have a bad memory. Dane: My palm is twitching. Me: Sir! Dane: Yes? Me: Are you saying you want to… Dane: Spank you? Yes. One hundred percent. I squealed quietly, as if he could hear me if I were too loud. Everything about Dane was intense. Even when he was joking, he was intense. I’m literally an abuse victim. What the hell is wrong with me? Why do I like this? Why do I want this? This should scare me, but it doesn’t. I’ve read enough dark romance books with werewolf daddies, mafia men, and Doms to know it isn’t scary. That it can be good if done with the right person. The image of Dane Wetness pooled between my legs.

I managed to utter, my eyes locked in a desperate stare with Carmine's icy, calculating gaze. Carmine's lips curled into a smile, revealing a glimpse of the darkness that resided within him. His voice slithered out like a venomous serpent, dripping with a chilling menace. "Ah, my dear Isabella," he taunted, his words laced with a sadistic delight. "You ask what I want? It's simple. I want power. Control. And you, my dear, are merely a pawn in my game." With each word, Carmine took a calculated step closer, invading my personal space, his presence suffocating me like a heavy fog. The intensity of his gaze bore into my soul. I could feel his dominance, his hunger for control, radiating from hi

Sasha smirked as he watched her hold her legs so tightly closed and squirm uncomfortably as she stared at the BloodHound’s muscled and glistening back as he rammed into the girl, fucking her hard and fast against that wall. “Here, let me help,” He seductively whispered as he approached her from behind and ripped her lab coat open, earning himself a gasp as he rather boldly slipped a hand under her blouse to fondle her breast while the other found its way into her pants, slipping a finger into her soaking wet folds. Neylani bit her lips in an attempt to hold back the moans bubbling up within her throat as Sasha expertly rubbed her clit and pumped his fingers into her while she continued to wa

“I want to see you when you come. I want to see those beautiful eyes getting lost because of me.” His thumb found her clit, stimulating it in slow circles while his fingers continued thrusting inside her. It was too much. The pressure, the rhythm, the intensity of those eyes fixed on hers. “Go on,” he whispered, his voice deep. “Come for me, solnyshko. Soak my hand. Give me what’s mine.” “Come.” The Lycan growled internally, and Carla felt the vibration through the bond. “Come for us. Now.” She exploded.

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She looks up and says "I found an old copy of Twilight, we love it now." I smile at her as she goes back to reading, then we settle in a comfortable silence, my entire thoughts being of Caden. He looked so handsome, with his dark eyes, and bruised smile, I wish we had sex then, but we are trying something new, healthy. Perhaps I should call him, I will just text him, quickly, it doesn't have to be anything serious, it would be casual, why hasn't he texted me? "I read Sinner Anonymous." Cara says, and smile, because I read it, loved it.

I wanted to stand up, but he held me back and rested my head again on his thigh, stroking my hair gently. “Your wolf pulls me to you and I can't ignore it…” he explained. Hmm? Wolf? “What you did to her… I mean, what happened to her—I felt it,” he said, his expression calm as he looked into my eyes. “The energy you felt was like a part of me reaching out to you…” “I really don't know what it was. I couldn't control it, I just wanted her to leave me alone…” I replied, my voice pale. “It's a mark. I can feel it—a connection between us. Our blood has formed an ancient bond…”

Carl smirked as he took off his jacket, showing off his bare chest and studded muscles which were filled with various tattoo designs. . Amanda smirked. The mere sight of it turned her on. “Aren't you my naughty kitten?” Carl mumbled as he flung the jacket to the corner of the room. Adrian moved backwards so his body could come in contact with the wall. Amanda shifted on the bed, her back resting on the pillow with her heart rising and falling in a gentle rhythm. The bed sagged and the mattress dipped as Carl climbed onto it, crawling towards Amanda with arousal in his eyes.