Dragon Age Solas Romance Novels & Stories

Our lovemaking tonight is more likely a clash of tongues than a tangle of bodies but I don’t care. When he pulled out for a second to give me a minute to breathe, our eyes locked at each other. I bit my lower lip when— He pulled out. And then slammed inside my wet pussy, my core was already aching and yearning to be filled. I remembered that for more than months, I’ve been torn apart by betrayals, cheating, and marriage arrangements. I was even entangled between Beta Homer, Alpha Azriel, and Alexander the Rogue. But just like what my mother used to say, every storm that passes, a rainbow is always waiting at the end of it.

Our breathing finally slowed and he rolled to his side. He kissed my cheek, then rested his face close to mine. I looked into his dark eyes, they pulled me in like a black hole, magnetic. He smiled, “Be my girlfriend, Vittoria.”

Her pout faded into a smile as she leaned into his embrace. “Then tell me,” she asked teasingly, “when did you finally realize you liked me?” Xavier gazed out at the sunset over the ocean, his voice low and steady. “The moment I saw you lying in that cryogenic chamber. I realized that without you, the world felt empty. Just a hollow, endless place.” Starla lifted her head, cupping his face in her hands. As the last light of the setting sun bathed them in gold, they kissed—deep, lingering, filled with all the love they had waited so long for.

"This isn’t a romance novel, Nanny. This is my life, and I’m just trying to do my job without embarrassing myself." Nanny laughs, clearly enjoying this way too much. "Oh, Isa. You’re making it sound like it’s the worst thing in the world. Just imagine it—a forbidden workplace romance, secret glances, and the tension! Oh, how thrilling! The babysitter and the boss. You’ve already got the perfect setup." I glare at her. "Nanny, stop. He’s my boss, and he has a child. A cute child, by the way, who is clearly going through something. I’m not about to entertain any fantasies about him."

Dom is quick to move, letting the rogues hit one another. Dazed, the wolves stand and shake their heads. This time Dom lunges. He lands on the larger of the two and sinks his teeth into his leg. The rogue howls in pain. Dom lets go, unable to stomach the trashy taste of blood. The other rogue pounces on him, dragging his claws across his chest. Blood oozes out over Dom’s midnight fur. The gray rogue hovers, snapping and clawing. He never relents, making it hard for Dom to regain control. Red fur comes flying through the trees, tackling the rogue. He never stood a chance against my red-headed beauty. She wraps her jaws around his throat, snapping them shut until she hears the bone break.

They softly kissed and touched with the highest of pleasure that not even a brothel whore from Kingslanding ever could have provided. Daario slid his hands past her soft hips and caressed her thighs, which led her to quickly arch her back and fall onto the bed in a sitting position on top of Daario. She was looking down at him, giggling with the most beautiful smile in the seven kingdoms. They kissed passionately, and Daario began to kiss down her lovely neck, and from her lips, he could hear her let out a soft moan.

Seed and slick glistened under the infinite sky. The sanctum responded. The horizon itself seemed to expand with every shared climax. Soft currents of light gently positioned lovers for deeper connection. The Song stretched toward the infinite, growing richer with every thrust. Vespera was claimed beneath the ever-changing auroras in every configuration. She rode Silas while Draven took her ass. She was on all fours taking Rook’s massive cock while Lorien filled her throat and Sable sat on her face. Her body became a glowing testament of union flushed, marked, dripping with cum and starlight.

Someone she could love. In her dream, Solas was different—gentle, concerned for her well-being, even tender as he stroked her hair and kissed her forehead. Helios shaped the scene with care, allowing Elara to believe that this was the true Solas, the one who lay hidden beneath layers of anger and cruelty. He guided her thoughts, pushing her ever so gently toward a realization that should have been impossible: that she could fall in love with him, that she wanted to fall in love with him.

She felt the bond flare bright between them, steadying her even as adrenaline sang in her veins. Torvald dismounted as well. Kara and Rorik remained mounted, a silent show of trust balanced against readiness. The two Alphas walked forward alone until they met in the exact middle of the meadow. Ashley stepped up beside Damien without being asked. Torvald's gaze flicked to her immediately, lingering on the fresh bite mark at her throat, then on the silver torc gleaming against her dark cloak. "Damien Blackthorn," Torvald said, voice deep and rough as gravel underfoot. "And the Luna who wears no crescent."

I met up with an unsuspecting rogue, who I ended up draining of blood in my anger, my blood lust had taken over. ***** Ryker I was in the bathtub with my love, we had a beautiful dinner earlier and I was telling her about a new business venture that paid off. Our daughter was mated to one of Roman's warriors and she moved to his territory, Lora wasn't happy and I could understand why because Roman wasn't trustworthy but our daughter knew how to keep her distance. I asked her, "What do you have planned for Drax's birthday coming up in a few weeks?" She said, "Let's have lunch at his memorial just us, we could tell him about what we accomplished for the year," I looked at her wondering how I g