Jerome Valeska X Reader Novels & Stories

I can feel how swollen I am with every step, my clit pulsing against the wet lace, my nipples stiff under my blouse. Vale opens the door. He’s removed his jacket. Sleeves rolled to his forearms, tie loosened, silver threading through dark hair. Those ice-blue eyes drop to the envelope in my hand, then to my face, then, slowly, intentionally— down my body. “You signed.” Not a question. “Yes, sir.” Kane appears behind him. Broad shoulders straining his dress shirt, that wicked smirk cutting across his jaw. He takes the envelope, checks my signature, passes it to Vale without looking away from me.

Valkyr’s chastising of Jeramiah’s misuse of her body sounded surreal and she barely comprehended his command for Victor to return some of her energy and rejuvenate her. Relaxation replaced the pain and tension as Victor’s head nestled between her thighs and his tongue brought pleasure to her wounded womanhood. She could feel herself regaining vitality as her body responded to his ministrations with such magnitude that she soon forgot Jeremiah’s brutality. She also forgot that she was having sex with vampires. All she could think about was the need for more of the pleasure that he was creating.

Damien merely shrugged as he slid his hand up her stomach to her breasts, massaging them. Valerie forgot the tea, turning so that she faced Damien head on, giving him the access to her body she knew he wanted. Her cunt dripped as she stood there, his fingers tweaking and pulling at her hardened nipples, her brother chattering away in her ear about something she couldn’t even remember. She could feel her breathing quickening the more Damien toyed with her, felt her knees weaken as she reached back with her free hand to brace herself up along the counter. She couldn’t believe he was toying with her while she was on the phone. And with her brother of all people! “And then she asked if I wanted

While all these questions were swirling in her mind, she didn't know when she came to the source of the smell, but what she saw shattered her. There stood her mate, the love of her life, loving his love of her life. Alpha Xavier Romano was kissing his longtime GF Jessica McKenzie. Ava was stunned, Xavier was her mate. As if sensing her presence, he looked up, their eyes met and the world around them stopped. It was just the two of them. Alpha Xavier's every girl's dream, but the whole school knows he is hers, Jessica McKenzie. Everyone knows they aren't mates because Jessica doesn't give them Luna's warmth but, still some believe they are.

Maybe. Josh pushes himself up from the floor. I bite my lip, aware of him walking towards the bookshelves but still too stuck in my head to do anything. "Yes!" I spin around, seeing Josh grab a book off the shelf. "Oh! And this one for sure! Mmmm maybe this one, Xavier seems like he could be the kinky type." Kinky? He comes back over to me, handing me three books. "I think these will give you a better reference." I raise a brow, hesitantly taking them from him. "These two," he taps on two of them, "are realistic and sweet. Reminds me of you two. This one," he taps the third, a devious smile growing on his face, "is what I bet Xavier is like in bed."

Data screens blinked with neural maps, memory cycles, psychological scaffolding. And at the center of it all— Her. Valeska Dormer. Standing. Smiling. Clad in black, eyes sharper than Eden remembered. “I was wondering how long it would take you,” Valeska said. Her voice carried an ease that made Eden’s blood run cold. “You brought Roman. Sweet.” Roman raised his gun. “One move and you die.” Valeska didn’t flinch. “Roman. Always thinking in bullets. But bullets don’t kill ideas.”

He led the way to the archive’s ancient database, a clunky screen glowing in the corner. I punched in Rhen pack, my pulse hammering as the system whirred. Records flickered up—lineages, pack rosters, old alpha disputes. Then, there it was: Valeria Rhen, omega, born 18 years ago, betrothed to Darius Volk. My breath caught. An omega. Not an alpha. My mind raced, piecing it together wrong. Val wasn’t Valeria, but he had to be connected—maybe her brother, hiding her locket for a reason.

"Do not deny me the joy of hearing you moan." "Derrick." Valery twitched as her chest was fondled. "There's a side of you I'm dying to reach. So please, feel free to use me to your satisfaction." Derrick said to her. He lowered his head and fed on her twin towers. Her nipples tasted like cocoa butter. They were almost addictive. "Derrick, stop!" Valery forced his mouth off, panting like she had run a marathon. "I want to taste you too." "Damn, you switch fast," Derrick smirked. Valery hopped down from the counter and went on her knees.

The house was quiet until we heard Valerian speak from upstairs. “Fuck” We heard him call out loudly. We were surprised because we had never heard him swear a day in his life. We all made our way up the stairs thinking he might have stubbed his toe against his dresser. We didn’t even think to knock before opening his door and I wished we had. When we walked in Jax was on top of Valerian and they were both naked. I quickly covered Morgan’s eyes with my hands because I did not want my fiancee to see that. My mom gasped causing them both to look our way. Jassica scooted right up next to me and her mouth dropped open as her eyes widened. No one moved until Valerian made a sort of whimpering nois

“You looked great out there. Want a ride back?” I always turned him down gently but firmly. “I’m good, thanks.” “I have plans.” “Sorry, busy.” But he didn’t stop. He followed me at a respectful distance sometimes, appearing around corners like it was coincidence. Girls on campus whispered about it constantly. “Jake’s obsessed with the Rivera girl.” “She’s playing hard to get, but he’s so hot.” The attention made my skin crawl. Jake was objectively cute — tall, athletic, with that effortless charm and bright hazel eyes — but my heart had no room for anyone except Theo. No one could make me feel the way Theo did: safe, desired, completely loved.