Game Of Thrones Male Si Fanfiction Novels & Stories

**** Kory was having a nice dip in the bathtub when Thane called her through a mind-link. “What are you doing presently?” He asked. Kory smiled shyly, thinking about the day he'll get to see her nude. Thane, similarly, was taking a bath under the shower. As night drew closer, Thane could feel his arousal getting more and more unstable. He desperately wants her under him right now. He smirked at his own lewd imaginations. “I'll definitely break her.” Thane whispered, running his fingers sensually through his curly white brown hair. Thane was blessed with a pair of ocean deep blue eyes, a jawline sharper than others, making him stand out more.

His body was unreal, as I’ve been slowly learning that male omegas’ beauty was unreal: Though he didn’t have breasts, he did have a beautiful slender body that curved with each top he wore, and now he rocked his top and dark brown leather jacket. “Now this is a statement,” I called in awe of his style as he smiled with glee at my word.i loved being with Jorah even though a part of me knew it was selfish to base my distraction on him, but it was good being away from a certain alpha instead. “Thank you, Myra… You know we need things like this once in a while for our hobbies… But tonight it’s different; we need to head to a pub and get our drinks in and get a fuck in too,” he muttered, and I fi

ARWYN POV Sir Sirius Black stood before me, his hopeful green eyes shimmering like dew-laden leaves in the morning sun. I found myself trapped between two impossible choices, each promising to crush me in its own way. Nearby, Thrystan was gently stroking the mane of his horse, his fingers moving with a deliberate calmness, yet his intense gaze was fixed on me, betraying his apparent nonchalance.

she said…her voice coming out softer than expected. Malachi tapped on something on his laptop and got up from his chair. “Then don’t” he said still staring at his laptop. “ we’re acting out this non-insulting scene I wrote” he said sarcastically Sierra was still looking at him confused. “Come on…get up” he said reaching out for her hand. At this point Sierra couldn’t tell if she was dreaming or not. The Malachi she was used to was the ‘very non chalant annoying British guy’

I said, a cold, unyielding certainty settling deep into my marrow. Silas let out a low, rough rumble of approval, his grip on my waist tightening further before he suddenly pulled me into a deep, bruising kiss. It was a chaotic, desperate clash of teeth and shared shadow, a silent vow between two monsters who knew the morning would bring an absolute bloodbath. The liquid obsidian in my veins surged in response to his predatory heat, the star-silver on my arm flaring a majestic, blinding violet that illuminated the entire subterranean forge.

she gasped. “I’m fine,” he forced out, even as blood trickled from his nose. “You’re not.” He forced his eyes open, focusing on her face. “I’m not walking away from you. Not even if she shows me your death a thousand times.” As he said it, another vision slammed into him, Sienna choking on shadows, her fingers clawing at his arms as something unseen strangled her. He screamed, dropping to one knee. Sienna rushed forward, “STOP!”

I teased him. To everyone else out there, Silas was the cold twin. Unlike Kyler who was the bad boy rock star who danced to his own tune, Silas was a calm genius who seldom cracked under pressure, and hardly ever showed any emotion that didn’t go beyond a sharp look of disapproval to those under him, or a light scoff whenever he saw incompetence. But in here, in my room, he was like a different man. I got to see him smile. I saw how he lusted over me. Every touch and every kiss was full of hunger. And when those red eyes that often intimidate others looked at me, my heart would flutter in my chest. I was the only one who got to see him like this, and that feeling alone was the hottest thing

“Because everyone here bows when you speak. Because you’re the mighty Lycan king and I’m just… me.” He stopped a breath away from me. I could feel the heat radiating off his body, could see the flicker of restrained emotion in his eyes. “Maybe I even prefer Daemon, at least he doesn’t try to hide the fact that I’m just an unwanted bug that somehow came into his life unlike you and fucking Darius that has refused to touch me!” Silence filled the air. Suffocating, sexual silence. “You have no idea,” he murmured, almost to himself.

She marvelled at the firmness of his chest, saying that he was a “healthy man" He quickly jerked away, but Si-ri just pulled him back in and presses herself up against his chest, wanting to listen to his rapidly beating heart. He wriggled free and stammered, "Girls should not behave like this." "Why?" Si-ri asked curiously. To which he had no answer. She noticed his cheeks glowing bright red. It was obvious that Si-ri had never had any human interaction in all those years and was very naïve. Just then, Si-ri heard her name being called. Panicked, she asked Min-ho to hide and quickly straightened up as Lord Yong stormed in.

If I open my mouth and speak, the vibration in my throat might carry, and then they will know she has a voice, and the whole carefully constructed plan of keeping her quiet goes up in smoke. So I growl again and put everything into it—my authority, my title, twenty years of being the most feared predator in this territory—and aim it directly at Drokk. …he responds by flopping the other direction so his other side is facing up. An invitation. As if I have brought Sienna here specifically to service him. She is MINE. My fingers. My scratches. My mate. As if feeling my anger, Sienna goes rigid on my back. Her thighs clamp against my ribs, and her breathing goes shallow and fast.