Iron Man Fanfic Novels & Stories

V Manny looks like he wants to bang Keya’s brains out! He’s enormous and reminds me of that fine-ass wrestler Scott Steiner from WCW. Just bigger and much more handsome! “Keya! You good gurl?” I ask. She jumps looking dazed like she forgot we were here! But nods. Damn he’s got her brainwashed already!? I chuckle holding out my hand for him to shake.

She while pinching gently the tip of his pointed nose. He just chuckled and gave her a mischievous grin. " I thought I was tired Sweety but when I laid my back beside you, I just realized that I was still as strong as Iron man." He teased her. "Ammpp, liar, I even pitied you for being too tired," she said giggling pinching his stomach. He laughed and caught her hand. "Iron man's rod is still hot, need another round of sharpening," he said whispering and then nibbling her right ear.

He was rooting around my memories of last night, trying to take my guilt away. This is why I let him in, because I know him, and he won't ever do anything bad in my mind. Besides, it helps me practice. If I can keep him out, then I know I could keep out any siren. Manny continued to root around in my mind a moment longer, trying to give him a chance to push him out. I felt him reaching the memory of me confessing to Ares that I loved Kiran. I put my strongest mind shields around it. I could feel them shaking beneath Manny's power, but he backed away.

"Yes, but you can't have him, yet." "You are starting to piss me off," Ira said with a snarl, and I smiled a little, mentally showing her a middle finger. The bitch could be a bit too much at times, but I knew she loved me. "Well, if you do this, I might hate you." Ira threatened, and I shrugged as I looked at the mystery man. My mate. "Of course, I am okay with that. Our lives don't start right here, does it? You might have a boyfriend-"

Can you touch me a little more, I thought to myself. There was a brief moment of silence and within seconds, someone new came rushing in. "What took you so long?!" He barked at the strange man carrying what seemed like a suitcase. "I came immediately after you mind linked me Lycan," the man responded with patience, setting the box on the bed and taking things out of it. I was getting too hot to keep my eyes open but I could still make their words out. I felt the other man touching me with different tools. Was all this really happening? I thought to myself as the doctor examined me.

She said tossing the card in the air in between her manicured hands. There were several occasions Ramanov had visited and Jade rolled her eyes humorously thinking he was my sugar daddy, glitch it out I would tell her and she would simply feign it off after a while she would pester, only to realize she had a kind of crush on him, who wouldn't not until she knows he is an Alpha that had severed several generations, I smirked. "I don't think I'm fit to go out today, I just want to be left alone." I protested.

He kept stroking through it, milking every last drop while he breathed in the scent of my shirt like he could not get enough. I stood there trembling, my own arousal soaking into my panties. My mind was spinning. He wanted me. Aiden, the leader of the Iron Vipers, the man I had been crushing on for years, was getting off to the thought of me. The realization made me bold. Or maybe stupid. Before I could talk myself out of it, I pushed the door open a little wider. The soft creak of the hinges made his eyes snap open.

"Don't tell me you're still angry about me walking out on you, Davina. You should have known that you were not enough to satisfy my ever hungering desires." Iran was been blunt. It was clear that he did not care about her feelings. "Iran, don't talk to her like that!" I shot at him. "No, Yulia. Let your mate's alter ego say all that Issa has been hiding away from me!" My next words stopped in my throat as I realised that Davina also wanted to get it all over with. "Your ambitions and mine could never align. You wanted a tool to control under the guise of love, Davina. . . You forgot that you could never control me. I am a Lycan!" He roared.

The anticipation of what awaited him was driving him to the brink of madness. The fabric fell to the floor, revealing Ivan's exposed body, which was met by a cool gust of air. In that moment, all Ivan desired was for the man to take his large hand and stroke his erect cock. He had fantasized all night about the precise instant when the man's fingers would glide over him repeatedly, exerting increasing force until Ivan exploded in pleasure onto his strong hand.