Ororon X Reader Novels & Stories

Roman said before he kissed her softly on the lips. Elora sighed and looked at the study desk. A piece of paper was protruding out of her backpack. It was an essay that she was yet to turn in and it had to do with people finding out about their direct ancestry and talking extensively about what they believed those people lived like. She got up still naked and pulled out the paper while Roman watched her in awe, feeling lucky that he got a girl like her to be his mate and future Luna - and if they're so lucky, she will be the mother of his child.

The room stayed quiet as Orion found the final clause and began to read. --- Orion stays cold throughout the even days, the dismissal of her feelings, the pure transactional thinking. The crack at the end is not softness. It is a man about to read something he has been avoiding, which is a different thing entirely.

His lips fit into mine with ease, it was dangerous how much I could get lost in him, how much he was drawing me in farther and farther as if no one else existed. “Xander’s jealous we didn’t wait for him,” he whispered as he separated us a bit. I could see Xander getting closer by the second and suddenly realized Orion had been standing near us the whole time. The heat flushing to my face must have said it all as he looked at me. “With such a beautiful mate, I can’t blame them,” he laughed and pat Wyatt on the back, “I’ll be with Alaric planning the shifts for some of the new recruits,” and off he went.

His blue magic flares. “Noelle,” he snarls, “leave them alone.” She smirks. “You already failed, Lucien. The Rite is waking. The altar is ready. And Elora...” Her eyes land on me, bright as broken stars. “...is finally ripe.” “Okay,” I blurt, shaking, “I don’t like being described like fruit—” “Elora,” Noelle interrupts sweetly, “don’t be dramatic. This is destiny.” “I don’t WANT destiny!”

someone. She smelled different. Tiny and gentle, her heartbeat was so fast I could hear it thumping like butterfly wings. Lilac knelt slowly and turned so I could see. Ororo. She had the softest curls I’d ever seen—like tiny, perfect clouds. Her onesie had little embroidered flowers on it, and her cheeks looked like marshmallows that got kissed by the sun. And her eyes? They locked on mine like she knew me. Like I wasn’t just some dog; I was her dog.

she said angrily. "What is the authority playing at?" Damon asked as he clicked on another file, a male Beta, unmated, transferred, similar symptoms to Anna. He flicked back to the first file as the name Anna rang a bell, putting it together when he saw the name, Rong. Rong from JuJu "come out from the shadows?" he muttered to himself.

Seraphina purred, her voice a sultry whisper. Orion turned to face her, his eyes meeting hers with a mix of respect and desire. "Seraphina Valkyrie, the pleasure is all mine," he replied, his voice deep and commanding. From that moment on, a connection sparked between them, one that transcended the boundaries of their usual encounters. Seraphina saw in Orion not just a sex slave, but a partner who could match her intensity and fulfill her deepest desires. Orion, in turn, was drawn to Seraphina's power and the promise of a unique experience.

Dom is quick to move, letting the rogues hit one another. Dazed, the wolves stand and shake their heads. This time Dom lunges. He lands on the larger of the two and sinks his teeth into his leg. The rogue howls in pain. Dom lets go, unable to stomach the trashy taste of blood. The other rogue pounces on him, dragging his claws across his chest. Blood oozes out over Dom’s midnight fur. The gray rogue hovers, snapping and clawing. He never relents, making it hard for Dom to regain control. Red fur comes flying through the trees, tackling the rogue. He never stood a chance against my red-headed beauty. She wraps her jaws around his throat, snapping them shut until she hears the bone break.

Fake Orion growled as he aggressively yanked her head back and slowly licked her neck. The plants around her legs tensed and forcefully tugged them apart, causing Alinta to sob in anguish through her nose. “I’m only rewarding you for your devotion!” Draven hissed, he aggressively grabbed her hips as he aligned himself with her unprotected vulnerability. “Let’s see if you will dream of me again my beloved,” he jeered with poison. At the end of his words, Orion aggressively lunges himself into her. Alinta screamed as he relentlessly desecrated her. Orion’s face distorted into a grotesque monster and struck Alinta viciously across the face, breaking her neck.

Ronan wanted to forget about his nightmare and the only way he knows that would be effective is none other than use Cross. Use pain, pleasure, and even disgust that only Cross could bring him that would completely kick his nightmare all away from his mind. He has never interacted with an Alpha like this in his entire life and Cross’s reaction when he said they should fuck right now is something he wants to see all the time. Something with the sudden controlled expression Cross had brought pride in him—in the Omega inside of him. That Omega inside of him is celebrating as if he has hit the jackpot.