Elite Miko Novels & Stories

I’m scared, hating that I am the centre of what’s happening, and he is all that stands in front of me if this goes badly. I note security moving closer without drawing attention and Alexi’s shadow, Mico, appears right behind Santagato with a look on his face that says he will kill for his master. Mico is a Carrero; another huge muscular Italian with good DNA and faulty brain wiring that makes him a psycho. He’s usually with Alexi wherever he goes and I feel a hint of relief that he’s swooping in to do his job and flank his boss to exert force if need be. Gino appears behind Alexi, to my left, like a creepy double take and leans in behind him against the wall in the pose his brother just vaca

She waved us over as we walked from the parking lot. “Mika, sweet ride!” She exclaimed happily after noticing the car. We hugged and then I made introductions, “Nikki, this is Elite Warrior Amoy.” “Hey, girl, what’s up?” Nikki greeted. Amoy smiled and nodded. “Well. Let’s go in,” Nikki bubbled.

Donning a simple metallic silver satin dresshirt with black pants, looking every inch the entrancing succubus she is, she moves towards us. Everyone simultaneously stops speaking, they all make way for her— Aronohai Misa. The second goliath of the elites has arrived. _____ “Ugh…”. She sneers at Miyamura. “Don’t you think you’re making too much noise for a one-time win dude?”. In reply, Miyamura smirks. “No one likes a sore loser Misa”. Her eyes narrow. All the so-called ‘elites’ and their partners having already taken a step back at her entrance, look moments away from fleeing the venue— probably fearing a pheromone clash or a fistfight. Or maybe both.

He walked in their direction and Mariko followed her silently. John, Marcus’ cousin, noticed them. He announced their arrival to the rest of their friends. Christian and Lucas turned their heads in the direction of Marcus. They saw Marcus waving at them. So, they smiled, but they frown when they noticed the woman following him behind. Christian, Lucas, John, and Marcus were members of the Elites. They were the sons of the top four wealthiest families in their country. They became friends thru their fathers who were on board of the directors of the Elite motors, owned by Ethan Reed.

Imelda's eyes twitched visibly, her intersex body reacting instantly—her dick hardening under her clothes at Eli's mocking tone, the defiance in his voice like a direct challenge. Zeke caught the shift, his own instincts kicking in; he knew Eli had a way of riling up dominants, turning them on without even trying. Eli was a switch through and through, but his rebellious energy was a magnet for sadists. Tamar and Damien were too lost in their laughter to notice the tension thickening in the air, but Zeke's gaze locked on Imelda as she took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. "He's going to rile me to death, Zeke," she said, her voice a mix of amusement and frustration.

Miaka asked with a smile. You can clean yourself off and follow us home, the elf replied inside her head. "Damn mind readers," she thought. He was bound to tell Kai what she thought of him. Of the three men, the blonde teen healer Milo - Kai the evil Alpha wolf - and finally Vrethie the beautiful elf king - She was most attracted to Kai.

Down below, the twelve elites stand in a circle waiting for the final stage to begin. The announcer's voice booms almost immediately, as though they had been waiting for Alaric's arrival and I do not doubt that they have. He begins introducing the twelve participants left, their packs and element affinity. Most of them are either Alphas or Betas of well established packs and a few high ranked warriors, the weeding out of the weaker lot is complete, these twelve are the very best of the elites in these parts. "Mikos Landry of Everdale! Rank of Alpha, earth element!" The announcer calls out.

I smirked at her and said, "Kneel down and take out my cock." Miko immediately sank to her knees and brought her hands to unzip my pants. She removed my hard cock from my pants with reverence and licked her lips as she slowly trailed her fingers up and down my shaft. She gripped my shaft in her hands and squeezed gently as if admiring the hardness and girth. I smirked down at her as I asked, "What are you?" She immediately answered, "I'm a slant-eyed slut, sir." My hard cock jumped in her hands causing her to moan and look down at the precum oozing from my cock head. I smirked as she looked back up at me and I asked, "Who am I?"

". He asked in a friendly tone, like he knew Mike so well. Mike groaned softly and stared at me with so much anger before moving his gaze to DOM Eli. "I was just having a little play with this damsel over here.'' Mike whispered in a peaceful tone. I stared at the expression of their faces and noticed they might be really close to each other. "It seems the damsel doesn't want to play. Why don't you let the little chicken go.'' DOM Eli declared. ''Chicken, he called me chicken.'' I murmured to myself. "Eli “. DOM Mike spoke angrily, "Just go and allow me finish what I was doing.'' DOM mike uttered with a big grin on his face while glaring at me.

I was wrong. “Yes, but–” I was cut off when Ricco gave Nikolas a machete. No. “You may think the interaction was harmless and maybe it was. Baby, Carlo knew what he was getting himself into when he touched you like you were his bitch. Now he’s crying like a figo.” (figo - pussy)