Game Of Thrones Lemon Fanfiction Novels & Stories

She almost moaned when she said that. Liam pulled her arms away from him and turned to her. His eyes were flashing black and gold. “Stop before I slit your throat!” He growled. Liam hated Veronica right now. He felt like she was the reason for the mess in Bresmont and she’s the reason why Ember was not here. But, instead of cowering because he’s now angry, Veronica just grinned at him. She grabbed his hand and put it on her naked breast. “Don’t you want this, Alpha? You can ravish me, Liam. Fuck me until I’m out of breath. Fuck me until you spill your delicious seed inside me.”

I blurted out as a devilish grin formed on his face. "Oh yes, I'm like a man starved for water right now. If you keep rubbing that cute butt on me, I won’t be responsible for what happens next," Leo confessed. A blush formed on my cheeks at his statement, but even with his warning, I was curious if he would keep his promise. I moved again, and a low growl escaped his lips. "Athena, baby, you're killing me here. A man can only take so much provocation. I don't want to hurt you, so stop that," he said, slapping me on the ass, causing me to pout at him.

Damn it! I pressed her hands on my chest and encouraged her to touch. I almost shivered when she fisted my collar. That wasn’t part of my plan, but at the moment, it didn’t matter. I wasn’t supposed to be feeling this way. I needed to make her feel it. ‘Be a man! You’re the Lycan King.’ Leo said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. ‘Shut up!’ I pushed him to the back of my mind where he belonged before glancing back down at Amelia.

My mother’s voice from the kitchen calling to ask if anyone wanted tea was real. All of it, every single part of this noisy, full, overflowing evening, was real and it was mine and I had not known for most of my life that this was what I was missing, but my body had always known, had always been reaching for something it could not name, and now it was here and now I knew. Leo leaned back against my chest and looked up at me with Nicholas’s eyes in my face, this perfect, impossible combination of both of us, and he said, very seriously, “Mama, I cooked today.”

There was pride in his voice, twisted and childlike, as if he truly believed this nightmare was some sort of gift. My voice barely scraped past my lips. “What did you fix?” He beamed. “Everything.” The word hung in the air like smoke, impossible to breathe through. My knees almost gave out. My heart pounded so violently I thought it might crack my ribs open. I could hear it, the… Thud. Thud. Thud. Like the echo of footsteps running from something that couldn’t be outrun. He leaned closer, dragging his nose along the curve of my ear. His breath was warm, sticky with the scent of copper and smoke. “You don’t hate me, right? Leah.”

Is she the traitor, or is Levin’s fear clouding his judgment? Another memory slams me—Levin and me, after a fight with Damon’s men, years back. We’re in a motel, blood on our clothes, his lips on mine. “You’re my fire, Debby,” he whispered, his hands rough but gentle. I pushed him away, scared of what his world would do to Jerry. Now I’m paying for it, stuck in this bed while Damon hunts my kid. “Levin, don’t shut her out,” I whisper, pushing my strength to him. He stops pacing, like he feels me, his eyes glowing faint gold.

Lexie’s whole body was burning as if it were on fire after hearing what Ram Jordan had said. He wants to play a game… A dirty game, and she likes the idea of it. Damn it to hell that she’s actually aroused by the thought of being Uncle’s little girl. It might sound incestuous and cringeworthy, but she likes it, and her body can no longer deny it. Lexie licked her lips as she met her husband’s gaze. His eyes, too, were burning, as if they were a blazing fire that only she could see.

Liam carried me through the winding corridors, each step a rhythmic echo of the festivities that had unfolded within its walls. Ascending the grand staircase, Liam's arms held me securely, the castle's polished floors bearing witness to our journey. The dawn's light began to seep through towering windows, painting the castle in hues of gold as we reached the sanctuary of our chamber. Liam's eyes, reflecting the warmth of our newfound union, met mine. "My queen," he whispered, sealing the enchantment of the night with a tender kiss. He puts me back on the floor, and the sudden movement makes my stomach turn. Liam straightens up, moving away from the door. And then, before I can even process w

"I've never seen anyone make a 180 like you did. I mean, when I found you, Gabe was sure you'd be dead within a day. 'That thing ain't gonna wake up.'" He perfectly imitated Gabe's gruff voice, and I choked on a laugh, nearly stumbling. Leon's hands gripped my waist to steady me and keep me moving forward. "I'm just full of surprises, I guess." I cough-laughed, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. We paced around another large curve. "You are. Your dreams, Arya, how quickly you learn and adapt." Leon countered my humor with sincerity that made my chest ache. "It's like you were waiting your entire life for the chance to bloom. And now you refuse to stop."

Evelyn's POV The repairman had barely finished fixing my water pipes before my phone buzzed with a new message from Julian. Julian: Lemon seems to hate Hermès A second later, another message arrived. It was a photo. Lemon was lying miserably on the floor near the entrance, curled tightly into herself on the edge of the rug with the expression of someone emotionally betrayed by luxury living. I laughed immediately. Evelyn: She just hasn’t adjusted to the new environment yet