Karlach X Reader Novels & Stories

Karla’s pov The door opened quietly, and Alaric entered with the healer. She was a woman in her late forties who had kind eyes, but a no-nonsense expression. She wore a white coat that seemed to project an air of authority, but the gentle way she smiled at me undermined it. She walked up to the bed with a clipboard. “How are we feeling today, Karla?” she asked quietly. I glanced at her briefly before my eyes shifted to Alaric, who stood silently by the door. His arms were crossed, but his expression betrayed a hint of worry. “I’m fine,” I muttered.

Too small for the house I'd walked through to get here — all marble floors and crystal chandeliers and silence so thick it felt like drowning. I was an omega from a dying pack. He was the Ice Alpha. This was not going to end well for me. But Lila needed warm milk before bed. And I was out of options. "Page three," Kael said, finally setting down his phone. He slid a thick binder across the desk. It landed in front of me with a heavy thud. "Sign there. Initial here, here, and here. You have ten minutes to read it." Ten minutes. For a document that looked longer than my arm.

Karl said, smiling warmly at Allorah. Lifting my eyebrow, I stare at them. The blonde guy named Karl looked at Allorah with eyes full of love. “Ok if you say so,” Allorah said giggling. “Now I bet you have a lot of question right?” “Yes…” I mumble. “Very well, hope you are ready!” Karl said as he move and brings the chair over for Allorah to seat. “Where should I begin?” Allorah said as she closed her eyes and crossed her legs.

Ava gratefully accepted the cool water, exhaling in relief as it calmed her heated skin. "Ludovic was just like him in that regard, you know. Brash. Impulsive. Utterly uncouth. Clearly it's a part of the Wolfenbarger inheritance," Ava mentioned between sips. Karl laughed, and a boyish dimple formed in his left cheek. He really was a handsome man, with his intelligent pale eyes and long, sinewy form. She found it odd that he'd never married. She purred in delight when, wordlessly again, Karl reached down and removed her heeled shoes, pulling her feet by her ankles into his lap.

I face him and say a bit breathlessly with a slight laugh, however, this small distraction allowed Karl to recover turn and land a hit to my cheek, splitting my lip and sending me sprawling into Carrie who hadn’t moved from where she had fallen next to the bed. Karl stalks over to where I am now tangled with Carrie, I move quickly and kick out catching his chest and making him stumble back. I get to my feet as he stables his stance, he looks at me and then quickly over at his partner and chuckles, “I haven’t had this much fun with a female for a very long time. Most of the females here are now weak and have no fight. They may be dominant females but they are now too submissive. I am going to

Karl stared up at her with raw, leering hunger, biting his lower lip as pleasure rolled through him. “You’re such a crazy little slut,” he whispered, voice thick. Their hands kept exploring, hers gliding over his pecs, his roaming every curve of her body, claiming, teasing, squeezing. Then she bent forward again, crashing her mouth back onto his, palms sliding across the hard slabs of his chest as she kissed him deep and dirty. One of Karl’s hands slid down the curve of her spine, over the swell of her ass, and kept going. His thick middle finger traced the cleft between her cheeks until he found her still-loose, slick asshole.

“You—” “Is everything alright here?” I couldn’t just stand idly by, of course. I stepped into view and Karl’s eyes widened. He looked away as if to conceal the mark on his face, and Celeste whirled around, eyes flashing dangerously. “What are you doing here?” she whisper-barked. “Reading. It’s a library.” I stepped forward and looked directly at Karl. “Karl, are you alright?” Karl opened his mouth to respond, but Celeste quickly cut him off, “He’s fine.”

Carlos (Warning; Mature content) "You changed me, Carl, you healed the deep wounds I had" Kay mutters in my ear before biting my earlobe. Who taught her this kind of seduction? I love it when she initiates it. It's a complete turn-on to me. "You did change me too angel," I say flipping us and carefully laying her back on the couch. I don't know if she is teasing me but I can't take it any longer. "Really Carl? I was not done yet" she complains but I ignore her words and take off the vest obscuring my eyes from the goodness that lies beneath.

I let out a loud, unrestrained moan, my head snapping back against the headboard as I wrapped my legs tightly around his waist, locking him in. “See what we have been missing, you bitch?” Lena’s voice roared in my mind. She was right there at the surface now, staring at our mate through my eyes, her soul finally feeling the touch she’d been starved of for years. I could feel her power thrumming under my skin, urging me to take more of him. "Ah!" I screamed as Karl went even deeper, his pace turning feral. He wasn't just fucking me; he was reclaiming me, erasing every month I’d spent hiding in the shadows with every heavy strike of his hips.

But I didn't, not when all I was focused on as she started to circle the edge of my desk, was bending her ass over my desk and screwing my self into her body and soul, leaving her wrecked only to fix her back together. Kayla walked between me and the desk, the smell of orange blossom and vanilla filling my nose as she lifted her ass onto my desk, legs dangling just in front of my knees. "If this is what it'll take to stop you from breathing down my neck, then sure." she said softly. Locking her eyes with mine, she slipped her sandals off her feet, her tits spilled over her dress in the process, giving me more than an eye-full of her pale, milky tits.