Novel & Cerita Klaus Mikaelson X Reader

The room felt warmer somehow, though neither of us had moved closer. I turned the page. “Fine. No nicknames. Yet.” His shoulders dropped a fraction. Relief. He didn’t want the kind that made him feel human. I lifted the book. “Are you sure you want me to read this? It’s kind of boring.” “I want to hear you.” Something hot coiled in the pit of my stomach. I cleared my throat and focused on the words. I read the first paragraph slowly, letting the cadence settle. My voice filled the room, soft and even, just above the quiet of the storm. Mikhail closed his eyes like he was letting the sound sink into him.

Luna Lawson: I noticed Aiden had fallen asleep, and I was still in chapter 1 of the novel. I covered him up too and carefully exited his room, trying not to wake him up. As I stepped out of his room and glanced backward, preparing to make my way upstairs, I saw Mikel standing in the second-floor passage, staring at me. I gulped and looked down as I attempted to walk past Mikel, but he caught me by the wrist. I wondered who had gone to wake him up from the field where he was sleeping. Next, he slammed me against the wall and started kissing me hungrily.

My nipples tightened against the cool air, sensors taped directly over them, more wires trailing down my stomach to the slick heat between my spread thighs. This isn’t happening. This can’t be real. “Stay with me, Resonator.” The voice rolled over me like gravel wrapped in smoke. Kael. He stood between my shaking legs, tall and broad, his presence sucking all the air from the room. His amber eyes burned as they dragged slowly over my naked body. Battle scars marked his chest where his shirt hung open. He looked like a man who had already survived hell and was ready to drag me down with him. I tried to speak but my throat was dry. “Don’t… please.”

Not long after she started reading, the door flew open and Xavier stepped into the study. He glance around with his head held up and his eyes met hers and the blankness in them disappeared. He moved over to the table and took a seat, stretching his legs out in front of him. She watched him closely without an utterance of words. They remain quiet for a while and Mia couldn’t return to reading her book as interesting as it was. She was now sitting with the alpha king and having him watch her. There was no way she’d concentrate with that heated gaze of his. So she shut the book.

But even if he’d noticed them, Killian didn’t say anything. Killian was always good at not letting anything show. “Nice to see you too.” The moment Killian touched Mike’s skin, wrapping his fingers around his, all the memories flooded Mike’s head. His wolf was there too. Howling and moving from somewhere very deep inside Michael. Mike pulled his hand away. He couldn’t stay here. Mike had thought he’d never see Killian again. He had almost learned to live without him. He wasn’t going to go through all this pain again.

The subtle shuffling of papers and the nonchalant posture she assumes create the illusion of a casual reader engrossed in a novel. The door creaks open almost immediately and Marisol is not surprised to see Caleb walk in. His eyes ever so suspicious as he takes in the sight Marisol sits admists. "What are you doing, Marisol? Why the sudden interest in the pack's layout?" “Morning to you too, Caleb, Alpha of Redwood.” She answers, looking up from her book. Caleb sighs tiredly, running a hand through his hair. “What are you up to this time around, Marisol? You accosted my mate in the kitchen with weird questions too. What is all this about?”

JAKE’s POV I woke up alone, my ass throbbing from Milo’s cock tearing into me last night. I groaned, sitting up, flashes of his rough hands and filthy mouth burning in my mind. My cheeks flushed as I buried my face in my hands. This was my fucked-up life now. The penthouse was quiet. No Milo. Probably didn’t sleep here—too personal for a psycho who saw me as his personal fucktoy. A sealed envelope on the desk caught my eye. I stumbled over, legs shaky from his pounding, and ripped it open.

I blinked, my eyes adjusting to the reticent light, and came face to face with the man that haunted my dreams for months and tormented me when I was awake. “Klaus,” I swallowed, becoming aware of the delicious sensation of his body trapping me against the wall. “Miss me?” he smirked, his face so close his masculine musk made my head spin. I’ve forgotten about McKay and my dire need to escape. “What the fuck is this!?” growled McKay, looking like a beast ready to rip our necks off.

She loved him even before knowing what he really is. "I can't, Ella. I can't help you," Mikael quietly said. Ella knelt while sobbing her heart out. "You are the worst, Michael! You don't have a heart. You and Blaze are the same kind, but you chose to be with the hunters," Ella spat. She discovered earlier that Mikael is also a werewolf. It baffles her why Mikael chose the hunters instead of living together with the wolves, but Ella couldn't care less. "I hate you, I really do," she added. Mikael looked at her with sadness visible in his eyes.

Or repetition? Still, Xenia didn’t move. She didn’t resist when Mason tilted her chin and kissed her slowly as if trying to memorize the taste of her soul. Behind him, Micah watched, patient and quiet, until he stepped in to brush his lips against her shoulder, his fingers sliding down her arm. She should have stopped them. She should have questioned what was happening. But everything felt so real, so warm, so tempting, so… right? “Let it all go,” Micah whispered, his lips brushing against her neck. “Accept this.”