Novel & Cerita Game Of Thrones Male Si Fanfiction

Bran with a gentle stroke pushed it behind her ear and gave her a soft kiss on her forehead. Sierra involuntarily closed her eyes and held his hands, as Bran’s lips came forward to plant the lips on her forehead. “Goodbye!” Bran said as he left a smiling, yet sad Sierra watching him, tears welled up in her blue eyes, as he walked off into the night

Content Warning: This chapter contains intimate R-18 scenes Diana "Argh!" Silas is moaning and grunting as I try to keep up with him. Eventually I give up when he pounds me so hard my shaking arms that are holding me up give out, tumbling me down onto the bed. I turn my face to the side to look at him and breath raggedly as he continues his sweet torture. His face is pulled taut, features twisted into a snarl- fangs out, all the while inhuman and animalistic growls leave his mouth as he rams into me. He is absolutely wild… feral.

In the damp, lightless hollow of the Maw, surrounded by the ash and flame of the dead, the Prince and the Sovereign collided. It wasn't a mating of intellect and elegance. It was a "Siren’s Lament" played on skin and bone. Silas took her with a lethal intensity, his movements a rhythm he’d honed over a thousand sleepless nights of dreaming of her. He claimed her with a dark, twisted possessiveness that made the breeding cycle Xander wanted look like a children’s game.

LIAM MARTIN'S POV The private room’s door opened before we reached it. Two men stepped out, pale with the kind of fear that wears expensive shoes. They slipped past us muttering promises to improve. Inside, Namgyu lounged on a low couch like he’d invented comfort and licensed it. Dark suit, shirt open, a chain at his throat catching little moons of light. When he saw Sierra, his whole face changed, the posture of his mouth shifting from predator to man.

Tessa’s POV “I’ve always loved you,” a female voice said out with a playful, romantic slur. “I love you so much, baby,” She said again as I could hear soft kisses and chuckles of soft moans followed by another moan and another moan and another. “I love you too.” A male voice replied. It sounded familiar, so familiar. That was my husband, Sabastian’s voice and my best friend’s voice, Lyra.” And the voices came from my husband’s office, Sebastian Simeon, Beta of the Ironclaw Pack.

barely had time to register the envy in those eyes before a hand snaked out from a nearby alcove and grabbed her wrist. She twisted on instinct, but the male was already there. Lycan. Tall, dirty blonde-haired, his mouth curved in a lazy, ugly smirk. He didn't get more chance—when another body collided with him. No, not collided. Unleashed. Samkiel had the Lout against a pillar before she could even blink. One arm locked across the male’s throat, his hair flaring wide behind him. Shadows from the low light played over every inch of his muscle-strung form. “You so much as breathe on her again,” Samkiel growled, pressing harder, “and I’ll rip out your throat and fuck you with it.” The Ly

Then I begin to shake, letting out a roar of hysterical laughter. Flavius stares at me his brows scrunched in confusion. "I-I apologize, I do not mean to laugh, this is just the most ridiculous thing I have ever heard," I breath out in between laughs. "Why is this so ridiculous to you?" He leans back looking annoyed. Reaching up I pull his face between my hands, "Flavius, Soren is like my big brother. Not to mention I could not have gotten with him even if I wanted to. Soren is over five hundred years old and has been mated longer than I have been alive. Him and his mate have a son. There is nothing you need to worry about. Soren was playing with you. I love you for who you are,” I say softl

Her heart heavy with disappointment. "Ohh Azriel," Alyssia's high-pitched voice broke the silence. Sienna's head snapped up in his direction. He was entering through the door. With a black leather jacket, dark blue jeans, and heavy boots, her mate was acing the rugged look. His hair was messy and some of the black strands were falling over his silver eyes. She hoped she was not drooling. He looked like a rogue among royals. He looked exactly what he was. A big bad wolf who loves to play with his prey. And the way he was staring at her with those steely orbs it was obvious she was his prey. Sienna clenched her thighs. The memories of last night came rushing back. He was nothing short of a fan

I could tell because mine are the same. As we walked down the hall, I couldn’t help but analyze him. He was taller than me by a few inches, with dark hair and dark eyes. His skin was sun-kissed for what I can only guess is outdoor training. He’s as big as any Alpha male I have ever seen. “Mate.” Thora just kept repeating it over and over. “We found him, Thora. Now, what do we do?” “We mate and mark him as ours.” Right when she said that, Silas pulled me into a guest bedroom.

To this day I carry scars from the raunchy ones. He gives me a flat look. “Ha ha.” I examine the form again, clearing my throat. “Like I said, Lexa Vale. On the shorter side, with black hair and green eyes. Nothing about birthing hips though.” “Sienna,” he says softly. I pause, looking up at him. It still shocks me that he can be so gentle, even when he’s chastising me. It’s at odds with how everyone perceives him. “Onyx,” I challenge.