Klaus Mikaelson X Reader Novels & Stories

“I will tell him everything. Eventually. Just not now.“ He wanted to have this night only for the two of them. Now Killian knew he was a wolf. And he was still here. This was all that mattered at that moment. *** “I’ve scratched you. “ Mike said and ran his finger over Killian’s naked back. They were in the kitchen which was connected to the living room and the morning sun was washing the room with its warm golden light. Killian was wearing only a comfortable set of pants and he was naked from the waist up. Mike took advantage of this and kept running his fingertips over Killian’s skin. The newly lit fire was burning in the living room, making the entire house very comfortably warm. The air

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.

She slammed both hands into Micah’s chest, unleashing a shockwave that cracked the ground beneath them. Micah was hurled backward like a ragdoll, crashing through a thicket of spirit trees. Branches snapped. Melania stood alone, panting, shaking, staring into the place where he’d disappeared–eyes still filled with a twisted kind of love. “I’ll make you love me again,” she whispered, voice shaking. “Even if I have to burn the world for it. Starting with that weak, little human.” On the other side of the clearing, the moment Melania and Micah disappeared in the mist, Mason charged at Xenia when he found an opening. Xenia braced–but Rodin moved faster, blocking the blow. Rodin growled low in hi

The bones cracked and reshaped, the fur receding into smooth, bronzed skin until a tall, powerfully built man stood in his place. Klaus Mikaelson stood over six feet tall, his rugged frame covered in the hard-won muscle of a survivor. Deep silver scars laced across his chest and arms, telling stories of a hundred battles won in the dark. His dark hair fell messily over his forehead, and his sharp jawline was set in a firm, silent expression. He wore only a pair of dark, rugged trousers, completely indifferent to the freezing temperature. He looked down at her, his golden eyes scanning her from head to toe, lingering on her bare, bleeding feet and the torn fabric of her dress. A dangerous, le

brushed my leg against his under the desk. He paused for half a second but continued reading. I grew bolder. While he was still marking the report, I slipped my foot out of my heel and slowly ran it up his calf, then higher, pressing against the inside of his thigh. Klaus’s pen stopped moving. His grey eyes lifted to meet mine. “Miss Elara,” he warned, voice low. “This is highly inappropriate.” I bit my lip and slid my foot higher until it pressed against the growing bulge in his trousers.

He walked me back to the bed and laid me down and stood over me and I could see everything and feel my heart pounding somewhere in my throat because he was all sharp lines and controlled power and he was looking at me with so much possession. He kissed down my stomach, his hands sliding my underwear down my legs, and then his mouth was on my inner thigh, moving closer, and I was already gripping the sheets. "Fuck," I breathed, and then stopped because I did not actually know his name, I had just pulled something out of the air. He paused and looked up at me. "Damien Cross," he said, holding my gaze, and then his mouth was on my clit and every thought I had evaporated completely.

I hushed, refusing to look away from the marble floor. Quietly, I adjusted Mikael’s arm over my shoulders again. Eventually, the silence was broken by the groan of his chamber doors. A wave of herbs rushed into our nostrils, and Mikael grunted, clearly disgusted. “You know,” he said as he settled onto the bed, “I do hate Malakai.” I moved toward his walk-in wardrobe, grabbing incense sticks. “Who doesn’t?” I replied while lighting them. Smoke curled upward, veiling Mikael’s faint grin.