Loki And Sylvie Fanfiction Novels & Stories

It wouldn't be so humiliating. - No way! Sylvie lifted the blanket. She grabbed a pillow and threw it at him. - How could such a stupid thing happen if it wasn't you who insisted on letting me drink? Hmm... Norbert caught the pillow she threw at him. He then rushed to cover Sylvie's lips and said, - You're so loud, you want everyone to know that we made love last night? Sylvie rolled her eyes and shook her head. She didn't want that.

She ceased stroking his cock and reopened the bottle of vodka again and took it to his lips, forcing him to drink a large amount before closing the bottle up and placing it on the bedside table. Loki felt the pain in his lower area grow, his body shaking in wanton heat as his eyes went out of focus slightly. "Loki, look at me. Look at me." She requested that he see her and he looked at her expectantly. "Do you love Arianna?" She inquired. "Yes." He nodded. "Do you want to see her again? Kiss her? Hold her?" Lilith inquired politely. "Yes." Loki replied once more. "Do you want to fuck her and also get relief?" Lilith asked once more, not enjoying that she had to do this but it was the only wa

he asked, his gaze searching for confirmation. I took a deep breath, allowing the weight of my words to hang in the air for a brief moment before answering, my voice trembling with vulnerability. "Love, Victor," I confessed, my eyes locked with his. "I have developed feelings for you that I never anticipated, that defy the boundaries of our supernatural origins. You have become more than just a member of our pack to me."

I didn’t say that out loud, but he definitely knew what I was thinking, because he reached out for me, his fingers intertwining with mine and he squeezed softly… a silent agreement. After eating, we did the dishes together. I wanted to do them myself seeing as he’d cooked, but he wouldn’t budge. “So how does this work?” I asked after a moment of silence. “How does what work?” “The pack. They hate me. I don’t think they’ll be quick to accept me as their Luna.” “They don’t have a choice.” I frowned, turning to him. “We can’t start our mating with the pack hating us, Elias. I refuse to be their Luna if they don’t want me to be.”

I slapped away his wandering hands and rolled my eyes at him even if he could not see me. “But you want this bohemian, don't you? Don't you dare roll those eyes at me again or I will have you crawling up the walls,” he threatened and shocked that he had seen me, I leaped out of reach. He followed after me and offered me his arm chivalrously. I accepted it and caught myself grinning back at him. I was. . . happy, the feeling bubbling in my stomach like boiling water. I had found my mate in a lycan prince and I was elated, my eyes dancing in delight. He wanted me, he was possessive and terribly jealous when it came to matters that concerned me but he was all mine.

It was a little dark inside and I could hardly see anything. "Ly..Lycan..you sent for me.." I said with a shaky voice. That familiar scent hit my nostrils, making me grow excited and assaulting my senses. I could feel myself gradually growing wet underneath. "You.." I heard him say coldly and turned to his direction. He was sitting on a sofa beside his window. "Come here.." he commanded and I took slow strides to where he was. "What is your name?.." he asked Icily "Oli..Olivia, Olivia Gael.." I stuttered.

Moving a few more times, he felt the last spasm leave him and remained there, inside her, embraced, feeling both hearts slow down, their breaths adjusting… Until, finally, he lifted his face and looked at her. Lyra smiled, small, sweet, her eyes shining with love and trust. Sasha smiled too, running his thumb gently over her lower lip, like someone who couldn’t believe that woman was… his. “I… will never leave you again, sladkaya (sweetie),” he vowed, his voice deep and filled with certainty. “Never.” Lyra simply nodded, pulling him in for another kiss. Not of desire, but of love. There, in that bed, in the middle of the silent room, between rumpled sheets and intertwined hearts, Sasha Volko

What’s with him and all the thoughts of us having kids the whole time? But I loved the idea of leaving it empty, it sounded selfish but I didn’t want to see just anyone occupy here. And so I agree with him. “Ronan?” I start, wrapping my arms around him. I stiffened as I felt his hardness poke at my thighs from beneath his robe. “I need to know what happened back there. Who are the shadow Lycans? Who were those men and why did they have the guts to attack you on a day like this?” I took a deep breath as soon as I was done rambling. Hearing no reply from him, I raised my head to look at him and my breath catch in my throat from how intense his eyes were.

Sylvia stayed like this, not moving as she flowed over Blake’s waist, and she shook with pleasure. “I want to cultivate and fill my dantian Blake,” Sylvia said, seeming calmer. “Yes, my love,” Blake replied, and she began thrusting herself on him. Sylvia and Blake’s lovemaking continued as the desire to be one with one another increased as they continued, and soon Sylvia was quickly moving her hips to get a deeper penetration from Blake. Her love cries were loud, and Blake was relieved he had a barrier or that everyone in the Small World would know what they were doing. Sensing she was close to her climax, she yelled her demands to Blake.

He huffs, “I’m fine. Do you know where Amber is?” I shake my head no and as he walks away from me I say, “Silas, I know that this must feel weird for you, but please don’t rush off.” He presses his lips together and nods, “I’ll try not to.” I’m left alone and Loki appears in my head and asks, “Can we go for a run?” I state, “Lux is gone.” He growls low in my head, “Yeah, she’s gone and she won’t be coming back for a long time. Does that mean you’re going to refuse to shift?”