Nikolai X Reader Novels & Stories

Nikolai sipped the last of her drink and handed her the empty glass. “No, I’m okay for now. Thank you.” Xavier shook his head at the flight attendant, and then turned to Nikolai after she walked away. “You mean you don’t want another sweet lips?” His dimples flickered as he licked his lips. She read the message in his eyes loud and clear, even through the hazy light. He wanted her. She didn’t miss the way he’d been glancing at her breasts and legs ever so often. He thought he was being really slick about it, but she saw him every time. She just pretended she didn’t notice so he wouldn’t stop.

he commanded, his voice soft. My lips felt dry but I obeyed all the same. I met those eyes that seemed to burn with an eternal fire. "Lesson number one," Nikolai grabbed my hand and drew me towards him. He held my head and placed my ears on his chest. I caught my break sharply as I listened to the sound of his beating heart. Maybe I might've missed it but he smelled so nice. His scent was masculine, overpowering and pleasant. I swallowed hard. I was a girl, bloodthirsty for revenge but when it comes to him, my body grows weak.

Is this how it's supposed to feel like? “Hmmm. You tasted so good Nelika, so young so innocent and so sweet." Alpha Xander murmured in between kissing me and withdrawing. His mouth release my lips and lowered down to my neck sucking on my skin and then his other hand made its way to the front of my dress. I bit my lip in order not to moan as I feel the wave of pleasure in the middle of my thighs.

Sasha’s POV I am unable to move. I continue standing in the open doorway, arms crossed, letting the cold bite at my skin while snow swirls in around my feet. Niko stays at the bottom of the steps, looking up at me with that half-smile that used to and still does drive me insane in the best way.

Nikolai was already there. My stomach tightened before I could stop it. He stood near the long table with Viktor beside him, black as always. His face gave nothing away, but his eyes found me the moment I entered. For one second we held each other’s gaze and the memory of last night flashed between us… his hand at the back of my neck, his mouth on mine, the abrupt cold when he walked away. I lifted my chin and he looked away first. “Lady Romanov,” the councilman said.

I was just starting to daydream about all of the different adventures I could lose myself to in the pages of these books while tucked away in this little nook when a shadow filled the doorway. Turning, I found Nikolai standing there and the breath was instantly stolen from my lungs. His hair was combed, his face clean shaven. He wore a plain long sleeve white button down with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Slacks encased his legs and black oxfords graced his feet. He looked so damn handsome standing there, with those stormy eyes pinning me to the spot. They caressed over me and an instant shiver ran down my spine as I remembered everything that had transpired before, and how I had come

he offers. Normally, I would just say no to a guy. He doesn’t attract attention like Connor or Jace, but he’s decent-looking. He’s quiet and mostly keeps to himself. Still, his weekly letters give me the creeps—sometimes they include details like what I had for lunch or what outfit I wore the previous week. There's something creepy about it. "Norali!" I jolt and snap my head forward, meeting Jace's eyes. I notice from the corner of my eyes that Mitch’s hand moves from his table onto mine, his fingers touching my book. I glance down, unsure what to do.

He stood at the base of the cellar stairs, his broadsword trembling in his hand, his eyes darting from me to Nikolai in utter terror. ​"Move, Delta!" Nikolai roared, his voice finally broke Jaxon's paralysis. Nikolai didn't look at Jaxon as the warrior sprinted up the stairs; his predatory gaze was locked entirely on me. "You risk the entire lineage for a broken parasite, Elena. If that barrier fails—"

After addressing him, she immediately turns away, looking towards the surveillance camera. "Nikolai!– I thought you were dead!..." She says with a catch in her voice then stops talking to open her purse, brings out a handkerchief, and starts dabbing at her eyes It feels strange to hear her address me by that name. Nikolai Milan Kuznetsov. So named by Vladimir and Yelena. The boy that the name belongs to is gone. I am no longer a Kuznetsov. I am their enemy. She clears her throat after cleaning her face

I stood up slowly and walked down the hall, knocking once before pushing the door open. Nikolai was sitting on the edge of the bed wearing only black boxers, his body tense with restrained energy. The look in his eyes told me exactly what was coming. “So,” he said, voice low and dangerous as he stood up. “You let another man touch you like that? All those hands on your waist, your arms… You looked like you were enjoying it. That didn’t look like acting to me.” “Nikolai, it was just—”