Kieran X Reader Pokemon Novels & Stories

Kieran. He stood a few paces away, bare-chested, his skin marred by blood and shadow, but alive — gloriously, defiantly alive. The bond between them pulsed like a living flame, stronger than ever, as though the ordeal had burned away everything false and fragile. When his gaze found hers, the world seemed to tilt, the devastation fading into something softer, something infinitely more dangerous — longing.

It will go a long way toward healing him and having me in his bed will ensure that no one does anything stupid, like try to kill Kieran. I have no idea how long we fight. It’s long enough that breakfast is over and the entire pack has come back out to watch, cheering on their Alpha. Kieran is strong, but he’s also a smart fighter. I shouldn’t be surprised. He’s mated to a Guardian, but going feral overshadowed his strength before. He knocks my legs out from under me, and before I can get back up, he’s on me, pinning my arms over my head and panting, his lips a hair’s breadth away from mine.

The sun is high up over the pack training grounds, Kieran stands at the edge, his arms crossed over his chest, his golden hair catching the sun while his eyes scan the dozen or so teenage wolves sparring in front of him. Dusts kick up as punches land, bodies slammed on the green field and their shouts echo from everywhere. Kieran is watching them, at the same time he isn't—not really. His jaw is clenched as his green eyes are hard, the weird dream replays over his mind like a broken CD. It clings to his skin like sweat, makes his skin crawl and his chest tight, every second builds more irritation under his skin that he wants to scratch it off.

he asked. I froze. Yeah... that part, I didn’t know yet. But soon enough, I surely would. "See? You have no idea. No zeal. No words. No action. That’s why Kieran is more suited as Luna and as Raze’s mate!" he said and turned me toward the training ground. There, Kieran singlehandedly flipped a male twice her size. "You can never be what she is. So why don’t you spare Raze the trouble—and leave," he whispered into my ear.

“We’ll see each other later. I am glad you are safe.” “I am glad too. See you later.” She places a quick kiss on my cheek as we pull away. Kieran growls lowly. I look at him. What is wrong with him? Is he perhaps jealous of a woman? After Isla leaves the room, I walk to the bed where my kids are and sit beside them. Kieran, without saying any more words, walks into the shower. As I hear the water running, dangerous imaginations course through my mind. Images of how hot his body is appear in my head and heat rushes to the pit of my stomach. Slowly, I trace his muscles with my fingers, admiring every detail. Fuck, I could feel myself getting wet at that imagination. He grabs me, peels off my c

Just like Kieran he looked like a fucking god expect Cast had green eyes and light hair a striking difference to the dark storm of Kieran. Cast sauntered over to Kieran and licked his lips. “It's been a while since I've seen you so excited Kieran. I can smell your pre cum waiting for my tongue right now. Kieran she made a mistake, let her go and I'll make it worth your wild.” I looked at both of my mates like I was watching a tennis match each other waiting for the other to make a move. Kieran smiled back at me dangerously. Fuck. “Only if she stays and watches.”

I sucked in a breath, followed by another, but even then I couldn’t exactly catch my breath. “I’m not gay,” Kieran breathed against my lips. “To put it in simple terms, I swing both ways.” “O-oh,” I whispered stupidly. “Oh,” he repeated. “I—” Kieran pressed his lips to my jaw and slowly moved them towards my ear. He sucked my earlobe into his mouth and bit down softly, making my body jerk. His tongue soothed the pain before he pulled away. “I love pussy and the roughness of being fucked in the ass.”

I raise the lamp again, already knowing this is a losing fight—he’s trained, and I’m just an angry grad student with a piece of furniture. “Come on then,” I mutter under my breath. “Try me.” Then the room explodes. A roar rips through the air, deep enough to rattle my bones. Kieran crashes in, already shifting—half man, half something else. His shoulders stretch too wide, claws black and lethal, his mouth pulling back over sharpened teeth. He lifts the man by the throat with one hand. A low, vibrating growl fills the room, so strong my teeth chatter. Why can’t I look away? Why am I not afraid? This is insane.

Kieran or Jax. To be continued…

7 Kaya’s POV. Kieran is boring his eyes into mine, which are widened out of fear. He’s acting like a monster with the way his jaw is twitching and his fingers are taking off some buttons on his shirt. Then he comes close to me and wraps off all the content on the table with his hands, his impatience obviously running thin. My breathing heightens with each barbaric action of his, my chest roving up and down right before he grabs each side of the chair that I’m sitting on and he speaks, his face inches away from mine.