Impregnation Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Scarlet heart skipped a beat as all searing eyes were on her, she was browbeaten and she felt the ground should swallow her whole up as she fidgets her fingers nervously. For a second, she felt she shouldn't have it blurt out that Nicolas was the one who impregnated her. Hell, his parents are hellishly scary and intimidating. Mrs. Brooklyn laughs, her voice looming in the air as she started to mock, "Really? My son impregnated a lowlife girl like you, huh?" Scarlet lowered her face in shame, the corner of her eyes starting to grope water as she bite her lips hard to stop herself until she tasted blood.

I fought back with the very last ounce of strength I had left. Jeremy, irritated by my resistance, dealt me a heavy slap, knocking away that final bit of life from me. Carried by the force of his blow, I tumbled forward until I crashed through a door. The lively atmosphere inside the ballroom fell instantly into dead silence. The next second, mocking voices and laughter erupted all around. "Isn't this the younger brother Ms. Parker found five years ago? How did he end up looking like this after all these years?" "Today of all days, he rolls his way in. Look at him—all ragged and filthy like some beggar."

He winces at that. "You could reject him, and come back to me." "Why would I do that, Bane? I love him." "I could mark you and we could be mates again," he's acting as if I haven't said anything. What? Seriously??? He's losing his mind. "NO. You don't want to do that, Bane. I'm a lycan now...and I am marked by a lycan. My blood will only poison you....and if you're not killed by my blood, my mate will."

Patience's POV Yvette's words didn't sway Kelsey. He was convinced I was embarrassing him on purpose. His Alpha pheromones, cold and metallic, grew agitated as he stared at me. His tone reeked of condescension and impatience, "What will it take for you to make your friend shut up? Want me to compensate you? Fine, name your price, just stop causing a scene!" As his words hung in the air, I felt the familiar tug of our broken mating bond.

We would lure Seraphina and Lucian into a trap at an abandoned research facility once connected to Project Reaper, the very place where my conception had been manipulated. The night before the operation, the tension was unbearable. Damien made love to me with devastating intensity in front of the fireplace. He took his time, kissing every stretch mark, every curve, until I was begging. When he finally entered me, it was slow and profound, eyes locked on mine as snow fell outside. “I love you,” he rasped, thrusting deep. “More than power, more than revenge, more than anything.” “I love you,” I gasped, meeting him thrust for thrust. “My monster, my king.”

“Once your wolf returns, we deal with it. Your heat form… it’s going to be sensitive. You’re sick. You’ll need me for more than just the wolf. She blinked, then a small, incredulous laugh escaped. “So… basically, I begged you to fake marry me, and now I get my wolf back… and I need you more than I thought. Fantastic. Really perfect.” “Don’t thank me,” I said, tone low, serious. “Thank Marcus.” She tilted her head. “So… when do we start preparing?” Her voice was soft, eager, almost like a child excited for a trip. That, I realized, made me tense again. She was happy about the fake marriage, but she didn’t understand the full weight of this yet. I sighed, leaning back against the headboard. “W

*Liar. A phantom pressure slammed into her without warning, thick, ridged, burning hot. It felt exactly like the memory of his cock from the first stolen climax, only a thousand times more real. Her walls stretched violently around the invisible intrusion, fluttering and clenching as the incubus fucked her through the thread she herself had woven.

I arch into him, my blood heating to a steady boil as he extracts kiss after kiss from my lips. I would never dream of it. I answer, earning an indulgent chuckle from the ravenous predator. Impudent mate. A little while ago I planned on convincing Sinclair to visit the refugees before climbing into my nest for a late afternoon nap, now those things are the farthest things from my mind. All I can think about now is joining with my mate, letting our two bodies become one and disappearing into the rapture of being claimed by this powerful Alpha.

The sweet scent of her arousal drove him wild. Unexpectedly, he threw her upward, and her heart sank to the bottom of her stomach. ‘STOP!!!’ Thor screamed, pushing past his barrier as the life of his Luna flashed before him. author's note: Chapter 3 will be the last on this story. The next is on a doctor and patient fetish. Imagine your crush being your gynecologist. You've fantasized about stripping before him, spreading those sexy slutty thighs, and showing him how good you are with instructions. Years later, he turns out to be your doctor, and he gives you one simple command: open your legs.

he hissed in a broken voice, possessive and filled with eternal fidelity. He leaned forward and, with a firm movement, sank his fangs directly into the base of my neck. The pain was a fleeting spark, replaced immediately by a wave of mystical heat that sealed our souls forever. The Alpha’s mark was etched into my cinnamon skin, uniting our cores in an indestructible bond that no Council could ever dissolve. I fell into a silver haze of absolute fulfillment, protected by the massive arms of my mate.