Delicious In Dungeon X Reader Novels & Stories

Nick teased, but his voice was too strained and gruff for it to sound like a taunt, he was just ridden with arousal and looking to spice things up with dirty talk. Since meeting them, I found out that I was insanely stimulated by dirty talk, so I didn’t mind it; in fact, I welcomed every single bit of it. “That’s no surprise; she’s a plaything after all; that’s all she’s good for,” Xander said from where he was seated, watching us with a hard-on that made my already stuffed mouth water even more; I didn’t understand why I was so thirsty for all three of them. “That’s why she deserves all of this,” Ace grunted, tightening his grip around my waist and ducking me even harder while my back arche

I pass a door and I stop, retracting my steps before unlocking the door and going down the stairs of the dimly lit underground room. The scent of blood whiffs past my nostrils as well as the stench that comes from the moss that comes together from dripping water. The place that serves as my dungeon is now empty and I hate that I actually expected to see someone there. Am I going crazy with such thoughts? She's dead. I killed her. I killed Anne. I killed my actual mate.

And now I'm ready for whatever comes next. I turn toward the tunnel exit. Toward the surface. Toward the people waiting. Toward my future. But as I take the first step, something shifts. Deep in the earth. Beneath the vault. Something ancient responding to the bonding. A presence. Massive. Old. Waking. Not the stone. Something else. Something that's been sleeping under Iron Valley for centuries. And my bonding just woke it up. --- **[End of Chapter 146]**

Hi darlings , I cackle at your comments please bring it on and also kindly delete this book and add it to the library after like 24 hours because I edited the chapter 58 to make it more spicy. Should she end up with one or all of them ? Let me know !

"For her own safety. Until the Council arrives to cleanse the territory." "Harrison will kill you," I said, blood leaking from the corner of my mouth. "Harrison can't even remember his own name," Preston replied. "Take her." The dungeons smelled of damp lime and old, stagnant water. The walls were etched with thin veins of silver—a metal that felt like a thousand tiny needles pressing against my skin. It didn't kill, but it dampened the frequency. It made the wolf inside me whimper and curl into a ball of shivering fur.

And she's surprised when the lock suddenly opens in front of her. She saw an old book inside the vault. A dusty and black old book. Her curiosity becomes even stronger. She took the book and sit on the dusty chair. She opens the pages of the book and started to read its content. "Damien died because of her beloved woman who cheated him on their wedding day. Everyone thought that he really died but actually, he didn't die. He only falls into a deep sleep. And he will rise again once he can drink the blood of a young woman. A special person that has three different kinds of blood inside her body," she stops to read for a moment to catch her breath and then continue.

Chapter 8 When we reached the bottom floor, this dungeon didn’t smell like most. There was always the smell of blood, vomit and emptied bowels where the prisoners were tortured for information; but this dungeon was like club freaking Med. I looked at Tina and Ron and we just shook our heads, it actually smelled like air fresheners and cleaning products. I rubbed my temples and mindlinked the team, “This is some bullshit. I could vacation here.” I said shaking my head.

The taste of him is bitter and metallic, sending a wave of nausea through Hazel's stomach. Breaking the kiss, Damon pulls back just enough to smirk at her pale, trembling face. His deep chuckle reverberates through the chapel, causing the other demons to snicker in approval. "Let us depart this sanctimonious place and begin our new life together," He leads Hazel out of the chapel, his large hand gripping hers tightly as he strides purposefully through the darkened halls of the underworld palace. The air grows colder with each step, and Hazel can feel the weight of Damon's malevolent presence bearing down on her.

“I, Emma Greenfield, accept the rejection from Axel White, alpha of Venom pack.” Immediately, the immense pain returned. However, it was not as intense as before. This one had a slow, steady built. Slowly by slowly, the ache in her heart grew stronger. Emma lay on the ground and thrashed about. She knelt down and started hitting her head on the metal bars, preferring the physical pain over the psychological one. That one hurt more. She continued hitting her head until she couldn’t do it anymore. She let herself fall on the floor. A few minutes later, a three women walked into the dungeon. Two of them were carrying plates with steaming food on trays. The third one was carrying only one plate.

The bite marks on her skin ooze with blood when I pick her up, leaking on the stone as I take her up the stairs. "Kyle, get to the dungeons. Antonio's dead," I say through our mind link. Just as I pass the kitchen with Daliah in my arms, continuing to drip blood through the hallways, he bursts out the door. Clearly, I had caught him in the middle of his dinner.