Konig X Reader Lemon นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The demon king's golden eyes met his, asking a silent question, and León nodded, somehow knowing what he was asking for. Finn's mouth descended. He kissed the hollow of León's hip, and his tongue traced a wet path across the jut of bone. The demon king's breath was hot against his skin, each exhale a promise, and the roughness of that scarred jaw scraped against his inner thigh like sandpaper and fire. Then Fyre placed his claws on his chest and dragged them down. León's body arched off the bed, a sound tearing out of him that was half scream, half moan. The pain was sharp, and it bloomed into heat that spread across his skin like spilt wine.

"How dare you try to swindle the king?" "Cameron! Let me handle this," Kanyon reprimanded his second. He leaned forward in his chair, resting his palms flat on the edge of the table. "You Have Yourself A Deal," Kanyon used a fraction of his lycan power, which shook the table like a tremor. The wine glass the alpha had in his hand shattered at how powerful the king's whispers were. Kanyon grinned, standing up and stretching his hand across the table for the alpha to shake. Conroy stood up, beaming while he counted the money in his head and all the nice things and she-wolves he would buy. "It's a pleasure doing business with you," Conroy shook the king's hand with so much excitement it made th

he whispered. Scarlett felt a shiver run down her spine as his breath tickled her ear. She tried to remain calm, but her heart was racing with a mix of fear and excitement. She knew she couldn't trust him, but the idea of striking a deal with the powerful lycan king was tempting. She turned to face him, their eyes locking in a heated stare. "What kind of arrangement?" she asked, trying to keep her voice steady. His lips curved into a smirk. "One that would benefit us both," he said, his hand trailing down her arm. "But first, I think we should get to know each other better, wouldn’t you agree?"

I folded my arms, trying to steady myself, heart hammering as his eyes flicked toward me just as the guard stepped back. “Ma’am, let’s go. The boss has arrived,” the guard said, calm but firm. My knees trembled as I lifted my gaze. “Who… who is he? Is he…?” I whispered, dread coiling tight in my chest, when suddenly his height felt strangely familiar. “Yes, ma’am. Mr. Evan Grant, our king,” the guard replied. WHAT! This is the evil I’ve been defying? Slowly, I turned toward the car he had stepped out of, the same black shade and model that had vanished into the darkness that night.

That's why I can't seem to understand what happened back there in the woods. Why was my Lycan clamoring for her? Why did my heart swell with a crazy urge to protect her? Why do I wanna rip off Elder Hamilton's mouth for suggesting she gets burnt alongside the captured rogues? Like fucking why? “Maverick,” A voice interrupted my thoughts. It was Elder Hamilton. The oldest and only elder in the Kingdom who could address me with my name and not have his neck snapped instantly. “Yes?” I replied gruffly, feeling irked by his very blunt suggestion of having her burnt alongside those vile creatures.

Hamdi asked while closing the door behind him. "None of your business you nosey brother," Maya said while flipping her hair at Hamdi. Glamour always sit back and watch the two of them whenever they're bickering; something they do almost all the time they happen to be in the same location at the same time. "You know you guys would make the most perfect couple right," Glamour said and they both stopped their bickering and looked at her with a disgusted face. "Eww are you suggesting a forbidden relationship between siblings," they both yelled at Glamour at the same time and that made her laugh her face off.

As they stood there, the world around them seemed to fade away, leaving only their presence. “You have an idea of how I feel right now?” Liam asked him breathlessly. “Yes, I do, love.” Kingsley replied Kingsley, with his tousled dark hair and piercing green eyes, couldn't help but feel his heart race with anticipation. Liam, his sandy blond locks falling gracefully across his forehead, leaned in closer, his lips only inches away from Kingsley's. The room was alive with a symphony of sizzling pans and clinking silverware, but their focus remained solely on each other. Time stood still as they moved in slow motion, their lips drawing closer with every passing second.

"Oh, I know Con well enough to know that," Xavier said. "And I can't wait." Conri and Thea broke apart, smiling. They both kissed Xavier's shoulder and worked their way across on their sides. Thea extended her legs to give Conri access to Xavier's ass and wrapped her feet around Conri's hips. Alaric positioned himself behind Thea. He gave Xavier a look over Thea's shoulder, and they leaned in for a kiss. "I like tasting her on you," Alaric said. Then he thought lube onto his cock and worked himself into Thea. "Being a god has a lot of perks. You don't even have to prep."

I kissed him harder, pushing myself up so I could reach higher, and ran my fingers through his hair and pulled him even closer still until there was no way any air would come between us anymore. And then all too soon we broke away from one another, gasping and panting. For a moment, neither of us moved. Then, he reached down towards my neck, where his lips lingered, leaving a trail of kisses along my collar bone as he continued slowly downwards. I couldn’t help but moan in anticipation, when suddenly, someone barged into the room. “You were right, Alpha King Xavier. He does have a hand in it,” Kyle said without thinking, then realising we were in the middle of a heated romance, he turned his

“Tomorrow, you’ll be the perfect Margaux. The king won’t know what hit him.” “Yeah,” I muttered, collapsing onto the nearest sofa. “But my back will.” Leon finally stepped forward, his hand brushing Sugar’s shoulder as he kissed her cheek, murmuring something I didn’t hear. She giggled, swatting him away, while I rolled my eyes so hard I thought they’d get stuck. “Of course,” I groaned into a pillow. “Romantic whispering while I’m over here dying of contour poisoning. Truly, a vacation for the history books.”