Game Of Thrones Male Si Fanfiction Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.

“I’m sick of women like you, chasing bank accounts. I curse the day I met you! You will never step foot in this room again. Ever. Every night, I’ll bring a different woman here, and there’s nothing you can do about it.” He pressed a finger firmly against my forehead. “And don’t you dare bring another man into my house. If I’m on the left, you stay on the right. I don’t want you anywhere near me. When my friends visit, stay in your room and mind your business like the child you are. You made a mistake marrying me, Sienna. I am a dragon—I’ll breathe fire down your neck. I’m a lion—I’ll tear you apart. I plan on ruining your life.”

Third Person's POV Thaddeus, once again came running to their cell with the guard who called him, and he quickly opened the gate to see what was wrong with Silas. He reaches for Ian again and finally barely manages to speak. "I, Silas Black, accept you, Ian Mitchell as my mate!" Ian's eyes squeezed closed as tight as he could as he braced for the pain to wreck his body. He heard Silas speak and his body tensed. After a few moments, he didn't feel anything. He slowly opened his eyes to see Silas on his knees, holding onto the bars while trying to catch his breath.

His thighs quivered with anticipation, and his moans grew louder as Darius relentlessly pounded into him. John's cock stood rigidly between them, leaking and throbbing with desire. Darius sank down on his hands, passionately devouring his mate's lips as if he were his lifeline. John wrapped his legs around his mate's waist, craving the sensation of him being deeper inside of him. With each thrust, Darius ignited something deep within John’s being, their bodies moving in perfect harmony as they reached new heights of pleasure together. Then, Darius struck, his bear sinking his sharp canines into John’s skin, marking him as his again.

he turned to his men and signaled them to get me. I shook my head. “Hear me out please…” I screamed, but the men grabbed me up. “It was Kiah who ordered me to not show up…” I added, but it seemed I was talking to myself. The men dragged me past Tyrion, who couldn't even lift his face to glance at me, but I noticed a liquid rush down his cheeks, and he wiped them off instantly. Why are they doing this even after Prince Kelvin showed up as my boyfriend? Is it because he's far from me? I can't even reach him for my rescue, then how will he know about all these?

PROLOGUE Broke and desperate, 24-year-old Sienna gets an offer she should’ve walked away from— One month. One man. One filthy contract. No names. No public outings. No limits. All she has to do is say yes to him. Mr. Black. Older, richer, cruelly gorgeous, and controlling as sin. He wants her under him, owned in every way—bound by silk, paid in luxury, and fucked raw. What starts as a cold transaction becomes something darker and hungrier as his obsession takes root.

Rogue. A growl rumbled deep in his chest, building to a thunderous snarl. Malachi. The name ignited fury, visions flashing of the Rogue King touching her, claiming what was his. Torin's cock twitched involuntarily beneath his furred belly, the bond twisting pain into a sick hunger. He imagined her under that bastard—legs spread, gasping as rough hands pinned her wrists, a thick shaft driving into her slick heat. The thought fueled his speed, jealousy coiling like a serpent in his gut.

My mate and my wolf had been near me, together… Oh, Goddess, my mate. Today seems to be the day of revelations and confusion. King Theon Rexellen is my mate. The most powerful man in the part of the world is my mate. But why hadn’t he said a word? I longed for him to look at me, to take my hand and hug me and tell me it’s all going to be okay. I wasn’t mad at being sent with him anymore; he was my mate! Even looking at his partially hidden profile through the glass brought me joy, and I yearned to get to know him, to seek the man beneath the King. To figure out what he liked and what he hated, how he was, to know if he was a good man or, was he as ruthless as the stories had said.

He wore a loose long sleeve shirt that didn't hide his muscles and black joggers. His golden eyes locked on to mine as his expression remained stoic. He shut the door behind him and walked to the side of my bed like a predator stalking its prey. I pulled my legs closer as I avoided his eyes. "I am Darius Blackthorn, Alpha of the BloodVeld Pack, and you are my chosen mate.”