Keith Kogane X Reader Novels & Stories

And Keith seems to realize it too, as he finally releases a harsh breath out of his nose. “You have my word,” he rumbles out, the deep words hitting me in the pit of my stomach. I can barely nod back. But there’s still more work to be done, so I make my head turn back to Ralph. “And you,” I begin. “I hope this explains why I didn’t accept your advances the other night.” I can see Keith’s head whip toward Ralph out of the corner of my eye. “I’m an Ahearn - a she-wolf raised to know what she wants and that still includes you. Even despite this inconvenience,” I tell him. Immediately, I can see Ralph’s eyes shining with enthusiasm.

His gaze swept over Ezra. "Goodbye, little pet, find me anytime your alpha is lacking. I can satisfy you better," Alpha Kael marched away after dropping that statement, and Alpha Cage fumed. Kit blushed furiously, and Ezra stayed confused. Why did Alpha Kael keep staring at him even though he wasn't the alpha's pet? "Alpha..." Kit's loud voice pierced his ears. From the corner of his eye, he saw him press into Alpha Cage's body. The alpha's eyes weren't on Kit.

Kane stood beside his sleek black McLaren, exhaling a cloud of smoke as he flicked his cigar to the ground, crushing it beneath his boot. The night was thick with tension, but it wasn't from the fight. It was from the blonde currently kneeling in front of him, her hands resting on his thighs as she worked him over with practiced ease. He should have been feeling something. Pleasure. Satisfaction. A hint of release. But instead, he felt nothing. Her mouth was warm, wet, eager—but there was no fire in it. No spark. No real connection. Just another woman desperate to say she had been with Kane Shawn. The underground champion. The undefeated god of the ring.

Elsewhere I was Kogo, a fun loving old lady who will sell you weed provided your fake id is believable enough. Taking a breath, I stood. "Be kind, Meira," someone said. I knew that voice. It was Keith. He came up from behind me, dressed in pure black, prepared for meeting we would be having in a few hours' time. Keith acknowledged my presence with a simple, polite nod. He had not changed a bit. He looked as dapper and as dangerous as usual. The only thing that was different was the way he had styled his hair. He had cut his famous manbun but had spared the white streak at the front of his head.

🌶️ WARNING 🌶️ The following chapter contains adult content. Please, choose wisely IF you want to read such chapters. This content is meant for an audience of 18+ and ONLY. You've been warned, leave now or regret later. Enjoy, sinners x Kieran

there is no bond as the one you have with you mates. Klaus’s fingertips brushed the side of my neck sending shivers down my spine while Kane’s hand settled possessively on my waist. Keith was the boldest, his lips tracing a path from my temple to my jaw each kiss igniting a fire that I couldn’t seem to douse. I feel so wanton and the way my scent changed in the air gave me away.

he whispered before he left Kenneth alone in the dining room. ⚔ *goosebumps* Am I the only one living for the sexual tension? ⚔ Do you think Keith will be recognised? ⚔ What will happen to the king after drinking the soup again? ⚔ Will Gwendolyn succeed in her nuptial night? Thank you so much for reading!! Don't forget to vote, comment, and follow me! ❤️ IG: asmaa_author / asmaabenkirane (personal) F*: Asmaà Benkirane