Kieran X Reader Pokemon Novels & Stories

He answered then turned to the pack fighters, “We are going back to Starweaver—” “No, no.” I protested and a deep frown crossed Kieran's face. “Please let's just continue our journey.” I pleaded, holding his arms. “But she did this!” “How did you know that? We have no evidence. ” Kieran seemed to think for a while, his gaze had softened but I could still feel the wheel turning in his head. “She have to—” Kieran was going to protest once again but I seize the moment, gunning for his lips and then sealing it with mine.

Kieran would lean over and kiss my cheek, tell me how lucky he was, how perfect the weekend was turning out, and all I could do was nod while my skin burned from the inside out. The afternoons were worse. I'd slip away to read on one of the loungers, pretending the book in my hands mattered, but really I was waiting. Always waiting. And he always found me. Never close enough for anyone to notice, just near enough that I could feel him. Floating on his back in the pool, arms spread, chest rising and falling with slow breaths, water beading on his skin like invitations. I'd watch the way his abs contracted when he rolled over, the way his shoulders flexed as he pulled himself through the water

_Mine_. “He called Rylan ‘brother,’” I said. “What if Project 5 does too? What if he only comes for _him_?” Kieran was quiet. Then: “Then you show him his brother.” He kissed me. Hard. Fast. Like it might be the last. “Keep them safe, Luna.” He was gone. --- *BioMax — Sub-Level 4 — 2:17 AM* Kieran moved like death. Black ops gear. No wolf. Wolves set off motion sensors. _Human_ was better.

Kieran doesn’t look pleased, but he nods. I SIT in Kael’s study, my fingers twisting together as I watch his expression morph from disbelief to grim acceptance. Kieran is seated beside me, his hand resting on my thigh—always touching, always claiming. Was he always this possessive? This touchy-feely? I can’t remember him being quite so physical before the marking, but now it’s like he can’t help himself. His hand is always on me somewhere—my thigh, my waist, the nape of my neck—as if he needs contact to be able to breathe. “This is an incredible story,” Kael finally says, leaning back in his chair. His jaw is set, and I can see the wheels turning behind his eyes.

*Kieran* I travel southwest for an entire day through the remains of Escuro, my unease growing with each new step. A monster did this to their kingdom when they were already weak and defenseless. And he lied to us about it for our whole lives. If not for Raven, I might have become exactly like him. That’s what he was training me to be. He wants me to be a king exactly like him, but I’ll see him dead before I allow that to happen.

Kieran just grinned, shoving his hands in his pockets as he took in the man they hadn't laid eyes on in five months. "Looking good, Ace," Kieran said, nodding at the scar that cut across his left eye-from brow to cheekbone. His eyes were mismatched: one faded grey (blind), the other sharp blue. Black hair stuck up in messy tufts, and he stood six feet tall-same as them. "Five months apart... and you morons break into my house. The audacity." He laughed, yanking the chain to hold the dog back. "Kidd, easy boy!"

Only animals would drink blood. Yet you’re letting him fuck you. Shut up, I say back to the voice. “Of course I fucking see her,” Kieran growls, prowling around the fire to us. He’s even bigger than his friend, with hard, gorgeous features and a head full of thick blonde hair. When his eyes coast down my body, my sensitive nipples tighten painfully and goosebumps break out across my arm. I find myself putting an extra arch into my back, pushing my ass out even more to create an image I know is nothing short of pornographic.

“Oh, honey doll, I got two bottles of that one and the watermelon one.” Her eyes lit up when he said those precious words. “How did I wind up with the best friend in the entire world?” He took another drink. “Just lucky honey doll.” They snuggled up in their perspective house blanket, Emma Jean a Gryffindor, and Kieran a Hufflepuff. He looked over at her to see her Auburn curls cascading against the scarlet and gold tones. Her eyes were locked on the tv as she lifted a slice of Hawaiian pizza to her lips. Kieran realized at that moment he made a mistake in telling her he was interested in men all those years ago. There wasn’t anything he could do at that moment but just regret and find a way

When I returned, Kieran looked a little disappointed. “What?” I asked. “You’re wearing shorts,” he lamented. I looked down. “Er… yes?” “I wanted to see that sweet ass of yours,” he sighed with a smirk. I snorted and sat back down in my gaming chair, knowing he was watching my breasts again. I kind of liked having that power over a prince. “Okay,” Kieran said, once he managed to tear his eyes from my chest. “Take off your gloves. Hold your bracelet in one hand. Hold your other hand palm up. Imagine a flame in that palm.”

Kieran came out wearing ripped jeans and a shirt with the two buttons on the top open. Kieran was lean and tall. His slender legs packed with muscled and his long hair fell on his shoulders. He was very handsome with his pitch-black eyes that would turn red whenever he fed. Shannon stood and admired him as he spoke with Tia and telling her that they are leaving and making arrangements as to when they will meet again.