Marinette X Nathaniel の小説・ストーリー

Nathaniel continues to kiss, lick and suck at Xana’s breasts, ingesting more of the cream’s residue as he slowly walks her backward over to the side of the bed. Xana lets out a pleasured moan and then giggles as the back of her knees hits the bed and she falls backward. Nathaniel smirks as he follows her down, skimming his lips over the rest of her body until he gets to the waist of her skirt. Hunter is still growling and banging on the invisible wall that seems to suddenly be in-between him and Nathaniel and it gets stronger the more Nathaniel touches Xana.

"You can't just roar something like that out with no grounds." Nathaniel's teeth were clenched, his fists were knotted on his belt Then, like in a darkened shade, he turned and began downward toward the stairs his tread sounding like a slow heavy drumbeats on the marble. "Where are you going?" Vivian yelled at him shaking with the anger that she was trying to suppress. Nathaniel said nothing. They all nervously glanced around at one another. Harrison struggled to force down a bitter swallow. He did not enjoy the growl of his stomach with fear. Nathaniel was many things—but no liar.

“Sorry, but... Sir, who are you? Why do you want to talk to me?" Katrin, who had originally directed her gaze at Nathan, now turned to Liana, with one eyebrow raised. "Oh, you don't know him? But earlier he said..." Katrin's words trailed off and then turned back to Nathan, who immediately flinched, understanding that he had to explain his position to Liana at this time. "I'm Nathan, Nathan Mahardika—a friend and fellow doctor from Erick." "I thought you and Liana had known each other before, did you know she just introduced herself to you today?" Katrin's interrogation, she is starting to feel wary of Nathan's presence, which she thinks is strange.

He had no idea why so many people thought hormones only affected teenagers. "Ain't I got enough spirits on board?" Nathaniel spat, turning from the fire as he got to his feet. His gaze travelled towards the direction of the sea. The scent of brine was thick in the dark air and the waves could be heard lapping at the shore like parched animals. "Every time I look in the mirror you can see them. Every time I walk the deck..." He pulled his coat tightly about him and Lloyd shuddered on his behalf as a chill wind cut through the trees and attacked the fire.

“This is exciting! Not one, but TWO mates? Girl we are going to be tired AF once the mate bond is complete.” “NESSA!!! WE ARE NOT EVEN GOING THERE RIGHT NOW!” I shriek. She just laughs at me and I try my best to ignore her. I need to get this all straight, figure out what I know and don’t know. I think back to their scents, that was the obvious place to start with. Nathaniel, outside of the grocery store, smelled like warm bread and cinnamon. He smelled like he was fresh from the bakery, with a sliver of sweet sweat, reminding me he doesn’t lack in strength.

She walked them to the door herself, and as she did, Sienna’s eyes fell on the small desk calendar sitting open beside the entryway, a habit, she guessed, from a woman who still preferred paper to screens. A single set of initials was circled in red ink on that week’s square. M.V. She didn’t mention it until they were back in the car. “Nathaniel. Do you have any family members with the initials M.V.?” He went very still. “Just one,” he said slowly. “My cousin. Marcus.” •••

He wrapped my neck with his hand and I lifted my head as we both kiss each other. He picked up his pace and started fuck me without stopping, my whole body was shaking with pleasure. "I'm about to cum," I moan. "Come on, cum for me Skylar." He bites my lips, and I scream at the top of my lungs. We both cum at the same time. I was breathing so hard, and my chest was rapidly moving up and down. Nathaniel is a good fuck but Xander is the beast.

The woman pulled her across the room toward where Cross stood with a small group of men in expensive suits. Up close, Nathaniel Cross was even more intimidating than his photos suggested. Tall, probably six-three, with the kind of build that suggested he worked for his body rather than buying it from personal trainers. Dark hair with threads of silver at the temples, sharp features, and eyes that were an unsettling shade of gray. He was fifty-five according to her research, but he carried himself like someone who'd never lost a fight in his life. He was also stupidly handsome, which irritated her. Bad guys weren't supposed to look like they belonged on magazine covers.

"You're lying! Elena would never do that! She wouldn't protect someone who tried to kill her or give up the chance to mate with the man she wanted. And that happens to be you, Alpha Xavier." "I'm not lying." Chase opened his mouth to speak, but a strange scent caught his attention. He stepped back, away from the pack house of his fellow Alpha. "Nathaniel," Xavier spat before looking at him with cold eyes. "We'll finish this conversation later." Then he left. Not wanting to be left behind, especially after hearing the name of the scummy rogue who had been a plague on his territory lately, Chase followed him.

Xavier stated drily. Undeterred, Nathan pressed on, irritation lacing his tone. “Why do you keep coming around? Even the kids are getting attached to you.” “What’s it to you?” Xavier retorted, his tone challenging, unapologetic for the connections forming between him and Eva’s children. “You have a wife,” Nathan stated bluntly, his frustration simmering. “Oh really, I do?” Xavier feigned surprise, his tone dripping with sarcasm. “Thanks for pointing that out, I didn’t realize I was married,” he added, dismissively turning away.