Cat Noir X Adrien Novels & Stories

I tilted my head back, surrendering to the sensation as his hands explored me, firm yet gentle. Adrian’s touch was deliberate, each movement drawing out a response from me that I didn’t even know I was capable of. His hands slid under my shirt, skimming over my ribs and then higher until he found bare skin. He paused, his thumb brushing over me in a way that made my breath hitch. “Adrian…” My voice was barely a whisper, but it carried all the desperation I felt. “Patience, kitten,” he murmured against my skin, and the new nickname sent a wave of heat through me.

“The claiming is done. But I have one more gift for you all tonight.” He paused and looked down at me, his eyes cold and amused. “I, Ben Crescent, son of Alpha Brian, reject you, Catherine Hale, as my mate.” Pain exploded in my chest sharply, as if someone had reached inside and torn my heart out with bare hands. The rejection tore through me. My body convulsed. I doubled over, clutching the fresh bite, gasping for air that wouldn’t come. The crowd gasped, then burst into shocked laughter.

He could feel the warm breath leaving her mouth, that's how close he was standing to her. Caterina wanted to move, to run away. To hide herself in the confines of her room. It was too much. She had never seen anyone fucking someone. She was never into spectators. She was a virgin and never even kissed a man. What was the predatory loon in Hugo’s eyes that had her frozen. As if her feet had dug inside the ground. “I…”. “Are you enjoying yourself, cerva”. They both spoke at the same time. Caterina felt her heart beating fastly at being called a Deer.

“You stay here until I say otherwise.” Adrien ignored him, stalking to the decanter on his desk. His fingers trembled as he poured, the slight shake twisting his rage tighter. He swallowed the scotch in one hit, fire searing down. “You don’t give me orders. I’m not your prisoner.” Damien closed the space between them, a calm shadow never breaking. “You’re not. But you’re also not immortal.” Adrien’s gaze snapped to him. Heat sparked in the narrow gap, wild and dangerous. He wanted to shove him back, fire him, erase him. Instead, he poured another drink, his throat tight.

I opened it expecting Dante but found Catherine instead, her face grave. "You need to come downstairs," she said. "Now." "What happened?" "The boys are about to kill each other." She grabbed my hand, pulling me into the hallway. "They are outside your door arguing and it is about to get physical." We rushed down the hall and sure enough, Adrian and Dante stood facing each other in the corridor, their voices low and furious. "You are using your wealth and power to seduce her," Adrian snarled. "Buying her affection with expensive gifts and promises of protection."

My breath came fast and shallow, lips now dry. In the corner, next to a fallen bookcase, stood…an enormous male cat with shiny black fur. Emerald-gold eyes peered into my soul as he lifted his head to hiss at me. I blinked a few times. Yep, I've lost it. Because what I was looking at was a panther, and we didn't have panthers in Colorado. Unless I missed something, okay, remain calm. Remember your farm training. Who the hell was I kidding? This was a wild animal, for Christ's Sake.

“I really do need to replace Misty. Get Vanilla ready. Everything’s labelled. Bring her into the arena and I’ll test you.” “Is she your ex?” I asked. “One date doesn’t count as an ex.” Adrian said. “It does if they really like you. In fact, if they really like you, eye contact counts.” “You werewolves are far too complicated.” He sighed. “Go and ride. I have things to do.” “Coward.” I snapped.

Then, finally— Adrian let out a quiet laugh. “You almost had me, Grandmother,” he murmured. Catherine’s lips thinned. “Adrian—” “But you underestimate me,” he continued, standing to his full height. His eyes gleamed with something cold, something dangerous. Catherine stiffened. Adrian turned back to the altar, his fingers hovering once more above the key. Then— Without hesitation— He reached for it. Catherine lunged forward. “Adrian, STOP!”

Adrien has long left Theo's hand free and is now panting hard, only a few meters in front of me, fully drenched in sweat. "Ah..I'm out! I can't! Stop chasing me!" He screams, bending down and clutching his knees, his legs giving out. I grab him by his collar and pull him up, spanking his bum. "Ah..ouch!" He cries while Theo turns around and laughs at us from far away. "Catch me! Catch me!" He squeals and again starts sprinting away. "Woah! What is your boyfriend? A cheetah? How does he have this much stamina?" Adrien pants out, looking at me surprised. I also stare at Theo in similar surprise.

He pressed me against the door and continued nibbling my neck, the pleasure was good, but it wasn't enough, so I took one of his hands from my boobs and placed it on my fuck. “You are a naughty wolf, you know that?" he muttered, smiling at me as he massaged my pussy. I have never felt this good. “Why the fuck would Catherine leave a man as good as he was?" I asked myself multiple times. “Promise me you would follow me to the pack and you wouldn't leave me the way you left Catherine?" I asked; the love he had for me these few days had blinded me already, and all I wanted was Jaxon. “Fuck No, I want all of you," He said, as he dipped two of his fingers into my pussy.