Fanfiction Jag Mga Nobela at Kwento

He knew she enjoyed it from the way her mouth went slack around him as she lost focus, to the visual evidence in her shaking body that rocked back against the cock slamming her. The jealousy he'd once feared didn't surface. Instead, he found himself riveted and part of the action, as excited watching her getting pumped as if he slid into her himself. He could no longer form coherent sentences or he would have told Francine how beautiful he found it. How arousing. Letting his cock slip from her slack mouth, he moved to the side, unable to stop himself from taking a closer look, his hand stroking his dick as he watched. "She has such a responsive little body," Jag said in between grunts and th

Gone. Bella sagged against the desk, trembling. But Jax didn’t pull out. If anything, he sank deeper, grinding slow and filthy. “You almost got caught with Daddy’s cock stretching this married pussy,” he growled low against her ear, voice rough as gravel. “You feel how wet you got when he was right there? Greedy little slut.” She whimpered into his palm, shame and adrenaline twisting into something filthy hot in her belly. Her pussy clenched hard around him. Jax chuckled darkly and started fucking her again—deep, punishing strokes that made the desk creak.

"We fear him." My smile grew as Meesha tried chewing off my finger. "He is mated to a cat and this cat is not afraid of him. He is the alpha, but I also have a say. You will no longer hide who you are and the males will live with it or face me." I noticed the women's eyes looking behind me. Mase, Treson, and Jasper stood there. Mase gave me a nod. Jasper ran past us to his mother. "May I play with her, mama?"

"One day I found her in an argument with him and she was crying. That's when I confronted her. Bitch ignored me and when I insisted, she threatened to leave and out of desperation, I marked her and immediately completed the mate bond. That was when Jace was conceived" Does this mean maybe he was his lover? or husband like the document says? I can't ask him that though. The man is already hurting. "Clara Jacobs, Do you know her?" my mate is the one to ask and I quickly move closer and take his hand. He is upset too. If Liam could notice it, I can't imagine his feelings right now. "This dude used to address her by Clara and she told me it was her nickname when she was growing up. Is there some

“Nice enough guy, I guess. Bit of a slut, though. Gets around.” I frowned at that. I didn’t like the idea of him getting around, whatever that really meant. “He have, you know, an old lady?” She laughed, shaking her head. “Girl, I’ve never, ever seen Jaguar be with someone for more than one night. Him marrying you is like the biggest deal imaginable.” “Really?” “Really. I don’t know what you did to him to make him want to protect you so bad, but Jaguar marrying you is like a shark walking around on dry land.” She shrugged, smiling. “Just doesn’t make sense, you know?”

“Jag, someone close to me kidnapped Renae. They fucking took her for over three fucking weeks. They knew where she was going to be and I need to find out how. There was only five people who knew that Jag, five. So no I don’t know who to trust right now.” “You should fucking trust me! Christ, Levi, do you really think I would have done this? She’s your woman, Levi that means she’s family. She’s Sarah’s best friend, she’s made sure that my woman and my baby girl have been okay. I wouldn’t do anything to hurt her. Ever.” The anger that Jagger has is understandable, hell even I’m mad that Levi thinks he can’t trust Jagger. “He raped her, Jag, the man that took the woman I love. Raped her.”

"Move, Kaelen. Or I'm telling Jax you're bothering me again." ​"Jax is busy," he whispered, leaning down until his lips were inches from mine. "And you don't want me to move. You want to know if I'm as rough as the stories you probably make up about me." ​"Get off me and stop writing fanfics in your head, you prick!" I hissed, even as my breath hitched. ​"Is that what this is? Fanfiction?" He smirked, his eyes darkening. He didn't move an inch; if anything, he pressed closer, his heavy chest crushing my soft one. "You don't want me to move and you know it," he whispered.

he whispered into my ears. "You will regret this!" I spat at Jager while I still struggled against his crazy man holding me in place behind. "Oh, no! We won't but don't worry by the time we are done with you... you won't have to walk to Redmoon, you'll arrive in chains," with that said, he lunged forward and ripped my dress apart, and my breasts sprouted out and the rest of his men cheered lustily. Jager's eyes grew with an insatiable desire and just when he was about to touch my breast, a wet liquid splashed on my face, it all happened so fast.

Jazzy said, closing the small gap between her and Zagreus. “Tell me, my love. What are you going with her once she kills all the other Volana wolves?” Zagreus asked, wrapping his strong arms around her thin waist. “I might keep her around as my pet. It could be fun,” Jazzy said, shrug. “Might use her to kill my stupid sister as well.” Zagreus gave her a low and deep laugh as he bent down to kiss her red plump lips. But just as he neared her, he froze entirely, his body shuttering in agony. He released her and gripped the desk to stabilize himself.

My wolf instantly felt her loss as she vanished into her room. "I think the little dragon is our mate." Jagger said in my head a sense of realisation washing over us. "I think you might be right, Jagger." I responded. "She's a free spirit." he chuckled. "Is it fair to cage her being Queen is the worse kind of cage." I sighed as we mulled it over silently. "Being Queen would really ruin her hopes of becoming a Fianna warrior in the Kings elite squad." Jagger confirmed. "Not necessarily." I mussed.