Novel & Cerita Knuckles Kissing Rouge

Over my dead body. Leaf stood a few feet away, watching. I did not like him. There was an evil to him but for this, he was perfect. He could do whatever he wanted to whichever rogue he wanted. I just wanted the King’s head. The things I had planned for him, they had me growl out loud, snapping my teeth at Cinnamon. She was taking too long and the very little patience I had was burning out. I needed blood. I needed rogue blood coating me as I tore through their bodies and I wanted it that very second. I walked closer, eyes narrowed dangerously.

he says sniffing my hair. Not wanting to give him another chance to touch me, I stomp on the top of his foot. Bending down he groans in pain. I grab him by the sides of the head and jam my knee into his nose first and then into his groin. I let my claws lengthen from my fingertips and drop to the ground, wrapping my hand around his neck, letting my claws dig into the sensitive skin of his neck. "So are we done here?"

I can take care of myself, and I do have more to offer this pack than just my body. The rogue lunges at me, and without shifting, I dodge his attack and kick him in the ribs sending him rolling to the side. He quickly rises back to his paws and shakes out his mangled fur while growling at me. “Aw, did I make you angry?” I taunt him with a wink. He attacks again, but this time he’s more calculated and he manages to knock me on my ass. I react quickly and use my feet to flip him over my head and roll back to standing before he’s able to sink his jaws into my flesh.

At me. Then he did something I did not expect. He fell to his knees. Right there on the dirty dungeon floor, in front of his guards, in front of me. He knelt down like he was the one who should be begging. The guards exchanged confused looks. One of them opened his mouth to say something, but Alpha Allister held up his hand and they both went silent. He reached through the bars. His hand was huge, with long fingers and scars across the knuckles. I flinched, expecting him to hit me or grab me or worse. But he just rested his palm on the back of my neck, gentle and warm.

“A kiss.” I could hear my heart that was thumping so fast. The raise in my body temperature was evident to say my cheeks had turned red, even though I couldn’t see it. “W-what…” I stuttered. “One kiss, one piece of information.” He winked in a flirty way. I pushed him by his chest as he raised his hand to stroke my cheeks. He started to laugh as I shouted “You pervert!” He wouldn’t stop laughing while I threw daggers with my eyes. “Stop playing with me. I’m going to kill you.”

“Depends, are you going to keep pretending you aren’t a werewolf?” I bite my lips, “Who are you?” I fire at him instead. He smirks, “I am exactly what you suspect Cassandra, I am a rogue.” “So, you are bad news. How did you know where I live?” I fire another question at him. “What is this? Twenty questions, I am a sick man,” Ray snaps at me and holds his side, there used to be a nasty cut there but it is slowly fading now that he is healing. It did not stop me from wrapping a bandage around his side though, to help the healing process. Ray looks down when he touches the bandaged side, he looks back at me in surprise, “You took care of me,” he says like he cannot believe it.

Probably the dungeon keepers. "Rouge, what brings you here on our land?" The man infront of her spoke with dominance. She looked back at the handsome guy with blankness. Her eyes intook his appearance. The man was quite tall compared to others who stood next to the door with their hands fisted by their sides. He had blond colored hair with a muscular body. An aura of dominance lingered around him. "Speak, Rouge." She gulped down the lump that formed within her throat.

Knuckles said standing up and walking around the table towards her. Cupping her cheek, he tipped her face upwards and wiped off the white icing. They stood there for a moment, staring at each other. “This is a bad idea.” He murmured just before leaning down and pressing his lips to hers. It was just a light sip, which led to another and then another deeper kiss. At the lightest encouragement, she opened her mouth and her tongue met his. He pushed his hand into her braided hair as his other rested at her lower back pulling her to him.

42. You're free, Kitty! Kathrine's POV I stared at my reflection in the mirror and the hair on the back of my neck stood up. I wasn't aware that red would suit me so well. A dark mist rose up my cheeks as I pulled my hair up in a pony. The images of him grabbing my pony and thrusting his huge dick in my mouth slammed into my awareness. Rogue is a fierce Mafia man and I am certain he's got a wild fantasy.

I whispered harshly. "You have your hand around my throat and I'm pinned to a wall with handcuffs around my wrist. I would be an idiot to lie," he shrugged and I quickly released him. I watched as he fell to the floor and moved his hands to rub his neck which was now a strange mix of purple and blue. I smirked proudly to myself knowing he would be showcasing that bruise for a good two weeks thanks to the silver chains around his wrists limiting the access he had to his wolf.