Marauders X Reader Novels & Stories

The rune light reversed, draining downward like a tide pulling back. And Kieran screamed—not in pain, in rage— because something inside the corridor had just snapped the mate bond’s leash for one heartbeat. I staggered, breath ragged. And in that one heartbeat of freedom, a third presence stepped into the corridor behind us— heavy, cold, familiar. Mara. Her mouth unsealed, eyes bright with fury. She smiled. “Perfect,” she whispered. “Now I know what to steal.” And she raised a bowl of black water over my head.

We're going to spend the rest of our lives together and I can't fucking wait. That's the end 😭 It's been one hell of a ride and I can't thank you all enough for reading to the end and voting and commenting. Thank you to my early gang badbunnyrabit RoyaleGates hellomy20 who make me so excited to wait for their comments on an chapter! I can't tag everyone again but if you've commented you've made my day 😌. Next up is Damian's book, The Mafia Have Feelings Too. I'll post the character chapter so you can add it to you library if you're interested in reading it. You'll see Marcus, Nathan and Cole there too 😉 And you'll get to see what's going on inside Damian's head!

I inhaled deeply, letting her guide me, letting the bond between us blaze, a light in the darkness, a force to be reckoned with. As the labyrinth unfolded, whispers of my prowess began to spread. Mara, the rogue, the one claimed by Dresden, was moving with precision, grace, and lethal instinct. My wolf leaped into action, every sense heightened, every muscle responding, and I felt a surge of exhilaration unlike anything before.

The air vibrated with the sound, the packhouse's distant hum seeming to amplify it, as if the very structure celebrated with them. Yet, amid the jubilation, a discordant note lingered. Mara, positioned at the glade's southern edge, crossed her arms over her chest, her moss-green cloak blending seamlessly with the shadows. Her green eyes, sharp as emerald daggers, flashed with doubt, reflecting the moonlight like polished stones. At twenty-one, Mara was a beta through and through—her lithe, wiry frame built for speed and agility, her blonde hair braided tightly back to reveal a face of striking angles: high cheekbones, a determined jaw, and that faint scar across her eyebrow, a reminder of a

It is going to be nothing compared to the bold and assertive Mara finding love and fighting it and the Wild Lucien Rodrigues doing everything he can to win her heart. Turn on your notifications, dearest readers and let us go on a wild ride! xoxo

Mara cried out, her nails clawing his chest as she rode him, grinding, bouncing, every movement hers. The Second’s gaze burned holes through her. She met his eyes, panting, her body rocking hard. “Don’t think I forgot you.” With one hand, she reached for him, wrapping her fingers around his cock, stroking as she rode the First. The Second groaned low, thrusting into her grip, his breath ragged. Mara moaned, caught between them, fire consuming her. “Yes,” she gasped. “Both of you. Mine.” The First bucked beneath her, desperate to take control, but Mara slammed her hand against his chest, pinning him down. “Stay down,” she ordered.

The she-wolf stumbled backwards and fell to the dirt, Mj immediately advanced and as Mara put her hand up in surrender Mj took hold of her wrist and hauled her from the floor. For the next twenty-five minutes, Mj and Mara went around and around doing the same things, Mj would slap or trip Mara causing the woman to fall into the dust and Mara would continue to tell her she didn’t want to talk about it until Mara finally hit her boiling point. Mara’s knees and rear end were sore from landing on them repeatedly and her lip had been busted open from Mj’s relentless backhands to the face, so as Mj raised her hand to swing again Mara ducked low and swept the hunters legs out from under her. Mj hit

Something in my chest went very still. Mara came in from the kitchen, saw us, and stopped for just a moment. Her expression did something she controlled quickly. But I caught it. I was getting better at catching the things she controlled quickly. "Brief's on the table," she said. "I see it." "You should probably read it." "Probably." Neither of us moved. Lily had closed her eyes with the confidence of someone who had decided sleep was happening now regardless of adult logistics. "She does that," Mara said quietly. "Decide on something and just do it."

I whispered. “It is,” she said gently. Ruin remained beside me, silent and watchful. “You disappeared ten years ago,” Mara continued. “We thought you were dead.” My head spun. “I do not remember you,” I said. “You will,” she replied. “Because they are coming back for you.” “Who?” I asked. Mara looked at Ruin. “The Bratva,” she said. The room fell silent. “Ivan is only the messenger,” Mara continued. “The real hunters are already moving.”

When it's over, Xavier collapses beside her, completely exhausted. Marcus captures the final moments...his wife completely covered in sweat, completely destroyed, completely satisfied. Xavier's cum is dripping from her mouth, evidence of the complete possession and complete destruction. After several minutes of recovery, Xavier gets dressed. Before he leaves, he looks at both Marcus and Tanya. "That was even better than last time," he says. "I want to come back. And I want to bring friends. Multiple friends. I want to see your wife completely surrounded by massive cocks, all of them destroying her simultaneously."