Claggor X Reader Novels & Stories

She lingered on the explicit passages—the ones where the writer finally claimed the actress against a rain-slicked balcony, fingers digging into her hips as she gasped his name. “Like this?” she asked, standing suddenly. She pulled him up by the wrist and positioned herself against the trailer wall, arching her back exactly as he’d described. One hand slid down her own side, tracing the path his fictional hero would take. “Her body yields, but her eyes dare him to take more.” Evander’s mouth went dry. His hand moved before thought could stop it, resting on her waist. The lace was warm from her skin. “Yes. But he doesn’t stop at touching. He needs to taste.”

“Look at you creaming all over Daddy’s cock, Maya. Such a greedy little virgin.” Mr. Collins groaned, picking up his speed. His hips slapped against mine harder, driving his cock deeper with every thrust, as the water cascaded over us, making everything slick and messy. Ria dropped to her knees in front of me, with water streaming down her face as she leaned in and licked where we were joined. Her tongue licking my clit and along the base of her father’s cock as he pumped in and out of me. The sensation was overwhelming, and I came earlier than expected. I cried out, my pussy clenching hard around him. “Oh fuck… yes!”

I did not need to turn around to know it was her—the cursed mate bond made me hyperaware of her every movement, every breath, every fucking heartbeat. "Well," her voice cut through the night air like silk draped over steel, "that was awkward." I turned around slowly, and the sight of her standing there in the moonlight stole what little control I had left. Even now, even knowing what she was, my traitorous body still responded powerfully to her presence. The wolf in me wanted to claim her, mark her, make her mine in every way that mattered. The man in me wanted to watch her burn. "Awkward?" I took a step toward her, gratified when she tensed visibly. "That is what you call this cosmic joke?

The Emotional Implosion: The Father’s Impossible Choice Julian grabbed a handheld terminal, his fingers flying across a keyboard made of light. "Clara, he’s a Trojan Horse! If he’s born, he’ll have the 'Architect’s Signature.' He’ll be able to rewrite the Reader’s reality! He’ll turn this entire world into his own personal Dictatorship of the Plot!"

* The fantasy merged with the comments, one reader painting a scene of Jax returning, finding her like this, phone in one hand, fingers buried in the other, then joining, making her squirt across the keyboard. Her orgasm hit sudden and fierce, back bowing off the bed, a strangled cry escaping as her pussy spasmed, fresh wetness soaking the sheets. She rode it out, reading the flood of shared depravity, each one a spark to her sated but insatiable fire. Panting, Zelda dropped the phone, a wicked smile curving her lips. The tease worked readers hooked, fantasies unleashed in the comments below. Jax had left her marked, but this? This was her claiming the narrative. Drop yours now. What's your

But that didn’t happen, my world stopped spinning when I got the glimpse of Antonio’s back covered in blood and everything didn’t fly apart, everything froze and my world seemed to sink underneath, making me believe this was what hell feels like as I closed my eyes. . -THE END- Thank you for reading CAGED— A Dark Billionaire Captive Romance. And special thanks for all your support and comments! Erica and Antonio’s story will continue in the next instalment of this book. And don’t worry you wouldn’t have to wait long, you can already add the next book from my profile. Trapped Forever— A Dark and Twisted Happily Ever After.

Something vile. Blaire turned to me, her smile still plastered across her face. “You’re now a spectator,” she whispered, almost sweetly. I didn’t understand at first. My heart beat violently in my chest. Ragnar stepped behind her. She turned to face him—and then they kissed. Right in front of me. A hot, blazing kiss. Their mouths moving with hunger. Moans. Lip biting. It was everything. They didn’t stop. When they finally pulled apart, Ragnar slid his fingers beneath her top from behind, and her blouse fell to the ground, revealing her breasts. My mouth hung open in shock. His hand moved between her legs, and she moaned—a sound that made my insides twist into knots.

Asa’s jaw tightened at the thought of him. A soft knock at the door interrupted his thoughts. Asa didn’t move. “Come in,” he said, his voice low, the words carrying a quiet authority. The door creaked open, and Jax stepped inside. He hesitated near the threshold, his gaze flickering nervously to Asa before quickly dropping to the floor. The younger wolf’s unease was almost palpable, the faint tremor in his stance betraying his anxiety. Asa didn’t need to look at him to feel the nervous energy rolling off him in waves.

My orgasm built fast and crashed over me, pussy spasming around his thickness as I screamed into the mattress. Ronan groaned and fucked me through it, then pulled out and flipped me again. He straddled my chest, stroking his slick cock before pushing it between my lips. I sucked him eagerly, tasting myself on him, swirling my tongue around the head while he fucked my mouth. “Good girl,” he growled, eyes dark with lust. He came hard, flooding my throat with thick ropes of cum. I swallowed every drop, looking up at him the whole time. Afterward we lay tangled together, sweat cooling on our skin. Ronan pulled me against his chest, one hand possessively on my ass. “The war is over. The money is