Gale Dekarios X Reader Novels & Stories

He paused with his hand on her upper arm, a hair’s breadth away from her breast, and she held her breath in dread. He met her gaze with eyes of fire, letting her see the dangerous extent of his desire. “Understand?” She nodded like a robot, and rueful satisfaction filled his eyes. “Good.” He gave her a fast, smacking kiss and withdrew. “Go get your villi, woman.” Keilor stepped around the corner the moment she’d scurried through the door. He surveyed his cousin with disgust. “I should rip your lungs out.” Fallon snorted. He leaned against the wall as if it were the only thing holding him up. A sheen of sweat slicked his skin. “Too much trouble.

Gale sighed, her hand drifting to the growing bulge in his jeans. She stroked him slowly through the fabric as he pulled her sweater off, revealing her lacy bra. He unhooked it, letting her breasts spill free, and leaned down to suck one nipple into his mouth, tongue swirling wetly. “God, your tits are perfect,” Dean groaned, switching to the other. Gale moaned softly, arching her back. She unzipped his jeans and pulled his cock out, six inches, familiar and hard. She stroked him with long, firm pulls, thumb circling the head where a bead of precum had already formed.

And sender wanted to know how they were doing. The message was delayed too. It was sent two days ago. Riley limped quickly toward the door, still clutching the device. He opened the door and looked around, but there was no sign of Reed. He quickly scrolled through the device's information, and his heart pounded in his chest once more. It belonged to Kairos. Riley went to the photos, and Kairos and Lockwood were cuddling on a couch. And he did not need anyone to tell him what was happening. Lockwood and Kairos were gay, but more importantly, why did Kairos have gills? Was it possible that he was not human and was one of them?

Each plunge caressed that spongey mouth, pressing against it with perfect pressure. Galilea tore her lips away and keened as she fell over the edge. Her hands clutched his shoulders, nails digging into his skin as tremors rocked her body. Daemonikai buried his face against her neck, breathing in all of her—a thick mix of musk and natural scent—as he kept plunging, brushing that part of her that caressed his dickhead just right.

My voice came out breathier than I wanted. "Not a fucking chance," he growled, voice vibrating against my thighs. "You're mine now, Elara Voss. And I'm not letting that bastard anywhere near you again." Another howl ripped through the night, Darius, closer than before. My stomach twisted. Part of me still felt the ghost of his bond, raw and bleeding from the rejection. But the new one, Kael's, burned hotter, flooding my veins with dark, needy fire. I twisted to look back. Shadows moved between the trees. At least a dozen wolves. Darius's elite hunters.