Novel & Cerita Keegan Russ Fanart

I shook my head and turned away, avoiding his pleading gaze. I noticed his face fell, he was silent. I felt bad, he has been nice to me and I rejected his first request. I sighed. "Why not go with Rita, you think I don't know you've been stealing glances at her whenever we are together", I smirked raising an eyebrow looking at him. "What? Me?" Delvin scoffed, faking a surprise yet blushing. "Yes you, Mr silent crusher", I laughed teasing him. "I don't know what you're talking about kelsi' he looked away avoiding my gaze this time around.

The first person I see the minute I step inside the club is Keiran. He's a bartender, works the bar frequently and he's my very good friend. Keiran is hot. Short blonde hair, one sleeve tattoo on his left arm. He's pretty tall, not that tall and he's attractive. He's literally the ladies' man. Most female customers who drink by the bar every other night always flirt with Keiran and drop him a lot of tips. He's beautiful to the eye and you just can't ignore him even if you try.

"Idiot. Keep staring like that and he'll put a bullet through your skull. You do remember he carries everywhere, right?" Where Kidd was white, Kieran wore black-his tank top showing off a tattoo on his left arm, eyepatch over his right eye. They were mirror images in more than just looks: Kidd was playful and patient until pushed too far, while Kieran had a short fuse but kept his head even when angry. Kidd grimaced, glancing over at Lucian cautiously before muttering, "Fuck me-he's gone for good this time." "Yep. Hook, line, and sinker," Kieran agreed, rubbing marinade into a whole milkfish.

"Strip the rest of your armor, Alpha. Let me see what you look like when you dream of breeding me." Keegan ripped his vest over his broad shoulders, his thick muscles flexing under his scarred skin as he kicked his boots across the stone floor. He stood entirely naked, his heavy balls hanging full, his massive cock throbbing wildly in the firelight. "Spit on it," Keegan ordered, thrusting his hips toward Sammy's face. Sammy leaned in, coating his palm in wet saliva before rubbing it up and down the Alpha's thick shaft, the wet, sliding sounds filling the quiet room.

Almyra's POV, I walked slowly towards where Keiran was seated and I bent low and reached for the pendant. “You can have your seat,” he gestured his hand towards a brown coloured couch. The frames in his room were catchy. In one of them was the picture of a lion and in another was the picture of a woman who held the moon on her hands. “You can sit down,” he jolted me out from my thoughts and I nodded my head before I sat down on the couch.