Ororon X Reader Novels & Stories

She came with a cry that echoed through the marble columns, head thrown back, arms spread wide, body shuddering beneath his mouth. And still, he wasn’t done. Ronan rose over her, eyes glowing with the beast just beneath his skin, cock hard and heavy against her thigh. His hand wrapped around her throat not to harm, but to hold, to ground. Her eyes fluttered open, dazed with lust and moonlight. “You want more?” he whispered, dragging the head of his cock through her slick folds. “You want to be fucked on your goddess’s altar?” “Yes,” she moaned, shameless. “I want all of you.”

Mimicking Oris' movements, I leaned in and peered into the room, also finding my jaw hanging open at the sight before me. Rory Roth had a girl on his desk, she lay on her back with her legs spread wide. His fingers dug into her outer thighs, with her hitched up skirt, and his face was embedded between her legs. He grunted as he devoured her, the wet sounds echoed in the room as he lapped at her centre. The woman's cheek flushed pink as she bit on her lip, trying to keep silent through her pleasure. I watched as her hips rocked every so slightly, as though she worked her clit against his tongue, begging for more.

He then placed a kiss on my hair. The club erupted in a loud whisper. I turned on my wolf hearing, as I tried to listen there conversation. “Oriona has a girlfriend?” “Who is she?” “Why would that be the girl Orion picked to date?” “Nah, I don't believe this. She is literally just a booty call.” “I thought she was with Ryker?” “She is a slut..” Wow, the way were-girls would do or say anything to tear you down without meeting you first was crazy.

Instead, it's the kind where I ache to fuck him so bad until I can't feel my legs anymore, my pussy throbbing just from the sight of him striding into the lecture hall. Dr. Ronan Hale, is the new adjunct in the literature department... tall, broad-shouldered, with that sharp jawline shadowed by a day's stubble and piercing grey eyes that seem to strip you bare without even trying. He's got this quiet intensity, like he's holding back a storm, and every time he lectures on forbidden desires in classic novels, I swear he's staring right at me, making my nipples harden under my thin tops.

Bodies were pressed closer, the air thick with lust and sex. Elara turned to Soren, her grin widening as she looked at him. "Orion, I dare you to finger the new girl," she said, her voice dripping with mischief. My hands flew to my mouth, my cheeks flaming as the group turned to me with eager anticipation. I opened my mouth to protest, but Soren only chuckled, low and steady, as if he'd expected this. Before I could react, he was up and moving, his long strides bringing him to me in seconds.

I had almost begun to think that I bore him out with my reading. I had gotten to the part where Remington and Eleanor finally kissed at the stables, and my cheeks heated up reading this type of scene in someone's presence. I paused at a point but Orian urged me to continue, "I’ll show you all the wonders of desire. Our nights will be passionate and grand beyond your wildest dreams, and…" I stopped taking a gulp and a breather. The next series of words were heated, heated enough to cause a stir within me, and having Orian by my side was bad timing for this to happen.

Suddenly, Cedric was leaning over her, caging Marisol's body between the table and his as his warm breath ghosted over her neck, goosebumps breaking over the length of it as he peered down at the book in her hand, seemingly oblivious to Marisol's inner turmoil as he rumbled quietly in her ear, “What are you reading?” A violent shiver ran down the length of Marisol's spine, her pulse quickening in tandem as her mind struggled to catch on. Brain fogged with desire, Marisol managed a reply, but all that came out was a jumble of syllables that Marisol herself could make no sense of.

He bucked subtly, chasing the stretch, tears pricking his lashes from the intensity. When he was ready, loose and begging with silent pleas, I fitted the condom on myself, slicked my cock, and positioned myself at his entrance. I pushed in inch by inch, savoring the drag, his heat enveloping me completely. “FFuck, Elliot,” I groaned softly, bottoming out, our hips flush. His nails dug into my shoulders, a stifled cry swallowed by my kiss, deep, consuming, our tongues sliding as I started to move. The pace was unhurried, sensual rolls of my hips grinding deep, hitting that spot inside him over and over. I kissed his neck, sucking marks that appealed to something deep within me, whispering pra

**This chapter has rough abuse violence and sexually** - Lina POV. I have lost track of how many days I have been here in this cold underground dungeon. They have stripped me of my clothes only leaving me in my underwear. Thank god Ken has not tried to rape me, Alpha Flynn tells him to wait until after the ritual, then he will let him mate me. He might not be able to rape me right now, but that does not stop him from hurting me. They come down here every day with whips and other things and beat me up. Forcing me to drink if eat stuff that keeps Moon from coming forward. I keep thinking about Alex, I hope he is okay and that I will see him again.

“This is Orion Daax, apprentice to Master Pyxis of the Celestial Kingdom.” “Ah, Apprentice Daax, well met! I can see you,” her expression brightens. “Thank the gods you are okay.” There is a familiarity between them that brings a light to Orion’s eyes, and a cold flicker of jealousy to his mate’s gaze as she squeezes her talons tightly into hard, cold fists. “All thanks to my mate,” he looks back at Kora, most likely sensing her distress through their bond. She instantly calms, her shoulders lowering as he reaches back to clasp her hand in his. “My wife, Queen Kora of Undersea.”