Novel & Cerita Klaus Mikaelson X Reader

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

Author Note: Trigger warning This chapter contains themes that might trigger some readers. If you are triggered by sexual violence, please don’t read this chapter. Elisabeth POV Michael’s kiss is intense as if his life depends on it, he is taking me in, sucking the life out of me, and I can’t think straight. His tongue dances with mine as if they were made for each other. His hands moving up and down my exposed legs makes me even wetter than I already was.

Alicia’s POV I remembered the plane ride, or at least the beginning of it. Throughout the way there, after Mikael had revealed we would be going on vacation, i had been brimming with excitement without fail. Once I settled in by Mikael’s side, a feeling akin to contentment washed over me, and I leaned into him, inhaling his cologne that suited him to a tee, and the sound of him turning over the pages of the book he was reading - a Fantasy novel, which I could hardly believe - was soothing to my ears. It wasn’t long until the buzz of the champagne kicked in and my body melted into his. Slowly I drifted off without meaning to, unaware of what else would happen.

I have already prepared, and it's way too late to go home. I leave Lexi's bedroom as she goes into the backyard with her crush named Connor. I head down the stairs, sighing to myself, but then I run into someone down the hall. It's Klaus. My heart creeps up to my throat. "Mr. Slater." He regards me with his beautiful green eyes, crinkled at the sides with good humor. His wavy black hair is swept up over his handsome face. His scent is invading my senses, and I'm tempted to inhale deeply to take it all in.

“What the hell?” I mutter when I don’t see my Kindle on the nightstand. I slip off the bed and look under it before I start pulling back the covers. “Looking for this?” My head jerks up at the sound of Mikael’s deep, sexy voice. He’s in his normal suit, but he has my Kindle in his hand. I mean, I didn’t think my husband could look more handsome, but I was wrong. I start to grow wet. The man has trained my body or something. I see him and know pleasure is right there within my grasp if I want it. Mikael is always willing to give it.

“The kid.” “Whoever spread this virus was fucking evil.” That was all I could say. “People do what’s in their best interest regardless of who gets hurt to satisfy their hunger even if doing so would cause another suffering.” “Yeah,” I agreed. “It’s Klaus Mikaelson.” “Oh. I’m sorry you have to see that.” I didn’t know why I said that to her, but it felt like it would comfort her as I squeezed her into a hug. “I’ve seen worse,” she murmured. Her breathing sent a warm sensation through my chest.

Klaus's tummy was getting bigger; he looked so beautiful and tender, and I love seeing him like that. We left the room, and Crow was waiting next to Drew and Detective Rawlins. Good afternoon, Mr. Cross. Nice to meet you, young Klaus. I'm Detective Rawlins. Klaus is him. "Nice to meet you, Detective Rawlins. I'm Klaus Oakluster," said he with a smile. "I'm sorry I didn't know you were not married." "Not yet, but hopefully soon, right, Norman?" My omega asked. I smiled big and excitedly; Klaus felt it because she smiled so beautifully at me. I kissed him on the forehead, and we heard Drew's throat clearing.

“Read the passage. Aloud. Page forty-three.” She took the glass, sipped the burn, then opened the book. Her voice started steady but grew husky as she read the explicit scene, some words about trembling thighs, slick heat, a man taking what he wanted. Hale watched her mouth the whole time, leaning back against the desk, arms crossed. When she finished, the air felt thick. “Again,” he said. “Slower.” Mia read it slower. Her nipples tightened against her bra. Halfway through the second paragraph, Hale stepped around the desk, took the book from her hands, and set it down.

When he stopped, he was so near that his cock hovered mere inches from Bryce’s face. The stench hit Bryce first. Alcohol and sweat, pungent, bitter, and overwhelming. Bryce’s stomach lurched as he clamped his lips shut, refusing to gag, refusing to give Klaus the satisfaction. But Klaus only leaned down slightly, his voice dripping with mockery. “Look at you…” he murmured, his tone both cruel and aroused. “Still pretending you’ve got a choice.” **

Liam's whole body was littered with red hickeys and teeth marks. Lucas put his hand on the zipper of his jeans and looked up at Liam. "You… You can". He consented verbally just like Lucas wanted and he didn’t waste a single moment to open the zipper. Liam saw those eyes. The eyes of a predator. A hunter. A Hungry Wolf. He tried to keep his eyes open but he lost the moment Lucas nuzzled his nose on the bulge at his briefs. That... That was the most intoxicating scent Lucas had ever smelled. He was snuggling his nose more and deeper on the briefs to take as much as the musky scent in his system.