Loki X Sylvie Novels & Stories

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

"Sylvie, my nephew's mate just went missing this morning. We managed to trace her up to your inn. Could you have seen her? About five foot seven. Hazel eyes and exotic. Raven black hair." Uncle Levi got straight to the point and Sylvie responded nonchalantly. "Oh, I saw her alright. But she was not alone. There were four rogues and a witch with her. They were headed to the airport and needed room to freshen up. I could not tell what she was, so I assumed she was related to that witch."

Leah sighed. “Did you just insinuate that I’m so dark and twisty and secretive because I’m a vampire slayer?” She wasn’t wrong. Leah gave me a dark grin. “Just so long as the love interest is as hot as Angel.” I could throw her a bone. So I leaned in, speaking in a conspiratorial whisper. “So I need to tell you about Isaac.” She stood up and squealed, dancing a bit. “Oh! Your vampire?” “Better,” I giggled. “Werewolf.”

Sylvie can't possibly achieve this on her own. "Dane’s girlfriend?" I repeated, trying to wrap my head around it. "Yeah," Tyler continued, his tone steady but grim. "They were in love and all. But that's when Linda had visited her cousin and they met at a party. He knew she was his destined mate. You know, a true mate also increases our wolf's strength. So he dumped Sylvie, just like that."

So much blood. The face wasn’t familiar, but the voice was. “You’re not the only one he claimed.” Behind her, the door slammed open. “Selene,” Lucien growled, his voice low but fierce. “You felt it too?” She turned to him slowly. His chest was bare, the crimson runes on his skin glowing faintly. His eyes weren’t the golden amber she knew. They were near black, the beast close to the surface. “I saw someone,” she whispered. “She said she belonged to you.”

No, that’s impossible. “What nonsense are you spewing?” I gritted as I stared at him with anger and irritation. “Nonsense?” Elijah scoffed, “The Lycan can never truly love you the way a man loves a woman, even Ava knows that girl cannot be replaced but still wants to be there.”

I thought this is so easy, and it just adds to the terror I barely hide with the mockery. I look up to the highest mountain just atop the summit of the smallest one, and murmur with a pant, “I wonder if climbing you is the right one...” But before I even ponder the matter and weight and pros and cons, the shattering down below and the booming sound causing my very being to shaken miserably. I slowly look down the mountain and notice the never-before seen of might and power, and the bizzare that come and go in the blink of the moment! At the foot of the smallest mountain, the ravaging and boiling bloody liquid slowly arisen once gaian. The mighty and gracefully powerful of a youth have been f

Imagining her beneath my father brought on some waves my body was not ready to handle at the moment. “Um..Luke..I –I can't go on. I need to sit down.” I was feeling drowsy and I sat down on a rock. The night was still dark and no one could see us unless they made use of their harnessed adaptations. Moreover, the stone statues of past Lycans Kings and the evergreen trees were enough coverage for us.

This time, though, the instant she relaxes, I charge forward and bury myself in the hilt. “Oh!" she screamed. Her hands sink into my forearms as her eyelids close tightly. We fit together perfectly. I want more of her just like how my Lycan purred in approval. She pushes herself up against me and drapes both of her legs across my hips, forcing me further deeper. She yells out as my cock pushes inside of her, but as we move together, two bodies are set into the rhythm, and it's perfect, I can't stop myself.

I ignore his attempt to talk to me and focus on the Goddess in front of me. “And you are?” - I ask extending my hand towards her (I need to feel her skin on mine). I can feel her body shaking, and I see her looking at him waiting for a signal to talk (I am definitely going to kill him) and he gives her a nod and she grabs my hand saying “Liv, I mean, Olivia Lockwood” “Lockwood, are you related to Trent Lockwood?” (He was my friend and I took over his pack when he was killed, how didn't I know about her existence?