Cat Noir X Adrien Novels & Stories

I bit my inner cheek and kept the pain off my face. Adrien’s voice was cool. “You gonna join me properly, or just flash your ass and call it foreplay?” “You love my ass,” I shot back, settling in beside him. Our thighs touched. “I do,” he murmured, eyes still half-lidded. “But I also love not being toyed with. I laughed. I couldn't help it. “Guilty.” "Right now you look like a goddamn cat in heat.” Adrien snorted, lips curling as he leaned back in the tub, arms stretched along the rim like he hadn’t just eye-checked me the moment I stepped in.

At the table Ethan and Noah had moved into a broader discussion about naming conventions, something about whether the taxonomy should extend to future plants or remain cat-specific. They were entirely absorbed in it, notebooks side by side. Cantilever jumped down from the windowsill and walked across the kitchen and stepped deliberately onto Adrian’s foot and sat down on it. Adrian looked at the cat on his foot. The cat looked at nothing in particular with the profound composure of an animal who has selected a location and intends to remain there. “He does this,” I said.

I'm not even sure how to describe him. “Where to start, oh gosh. His name was Adam, and he was the definition of tall, dark, and sexy.” I say giving Audrey big eyes, and fanning my face dramatically. “He was very forward, not shy about telling me what he was thinking or what he wanted.” “Oh, I bet not,” she says wiggling her brows and giggling. “I wish you got pictures of these boys, Kat, so we could compare both your options.” I roll my eyes, drinking down the rest of my coffee.

One black cat flicked its tail beneath a lavender bush, staring at the world with the expression of someone who had been disappointed for a very long time. “Kitty.” Issa made a sound I had never heard from a normal human being. Max stepped forward immediately. I caught his collar. He jerked backward. “Mommyyyyy.” “Do not mommyyyyy me.” “The white one is Sofia,” Nathan said. “The gray one is Dante. The black one is Cannoli.” “Cannoli?” I stared at him. “You named a black cat Cannoli?” “He used to bite when he was little. Sweet on the outside, criminal on the inside.”

“Like Lauren?” I nodded. “Yes. A softer echo of her name.” Then I pointed toward the first male kitten. “This one…” I murmured, watching the way he kicked his tiny legs stubbornly, “will be Lucen.” Nyxara grinned. “Lucian’s shadow.” “And the last one,” I continued, pointing at the quietest kitten resting calmly near Gold’s side, “will be Adriel.” Nyxara smiled warmly. “Adrian’s twin in spirit.” I exhaled softly, feeling something warm bloom inside my chest.

It was a weapon, and Leo was its target. Adrian crawled onto the bed, his movements fluid and graceful, like a big cat stalking its prey. He loomed over Leo, caging him in with his arms, his body a shadow that blocked out the city lights. The scent of him—sandalwood, whiskey, and pure, unadulterated male musk—was overwhelming, intoxicating.

The dark object tumbled out and slid across the floor. Clutching her chest, Adriana looked down. On the floor lay an extremely lifelike black cat figurine. Its black fur looked almost real, sharp fangs bared, eyes wide and glaring, its expression fierce and unsettling. "Childish!" Adriana picked it up and turned it over for inspection. Sure enough, it was just a small decorative figurine. Since when had Francesco developed such terrible taste? She pondered for a moment, then opened her browser and searched for the symbolic meaning of black cats.

The hot, heavy heat of his cock pressed against her bottom as he leaned over her, covering her entire body with his in the most primal way. "This is what your cat wants, isn't it?" he growled in her ear, his breath whispering against her skin, his voice low and thick with need. "To be claimed completely, to surrender to its male." His teeth bit down gently on her neck, great care being taken not to break her skin, not to allow his deadly fangs to grow and hurt her. "Is this what Rayne wants?" he breathed raggedly. "Do you want me to claim you like a cat? To force you into submission and take everything you have to offer?"

Adrian seethed, controlling his temper and attempting to hold her hand. "And I am not liable to act as per your wishes." Claire gritted her teeth, but terror mounted in her when Adrian suddenly leapt forward and pinned her against the wall. She moaned in pain as she felt her back on fire. "You have to unless you want to see him dead." He rasped and flashed her a devious smirk. Long gone were the clouds of concern; his eyes were shining with the same streaks of ruthlessness he was known for. Claire knew from the start that it was all an act. Obviously, how can a leopard hide its spots so easily?

She wondered how she would have been able to get here without any cash on her "Can I have your contact?" Cat asked and that made Adrianna remember that she had lost her phone during the auction. She sighed before saying, "Why not give me yours, I'll call you instead" Cat nodded to that before writing her number on a piece of paper for Adrianna. "You don't seem to have any money with you. Hold on" before Adrianna could leave, Cat gave her some money "Use this to treat yourself. Sorry, I don't have much on me"