Ororon X Reader Novels & Stories

I refused to become another grave marker in that story. Victor. The name floated up like a quiet anchor. He was my old crush from before the supernatural storm swallowed my life. Tall, steady, hazel eyes that once made my stomach flutter in a classroom far simpler than this. Aunt Dolores wanted him for me. He was a lycan prince. He represented an exit from this suffocating cycle of guilt and secret touches in hidden corners. If I kept feeding this addiction with ShadowKing, Jax would eventually come. He would tear through these walls looking for his money and his naughty little nun. But even if he did, Aunt Dolores would never let him near me. She hated everything he stood for. He was cold a

“Your turn Luna..grip my arm if it hurts too badly.” “Yes, Alpha.” Orion peppered sweet little kisses down my neck to the base of my neck and collar bone. I slipped my hand around his arm in anticipation. I felt his warm breath dancing across my skin before his teeth grazed against me. I took a deep breath in anticipation right before his teeth slowly sank into my flesh. A sensation of fire dove into my muscles, causing me to grip Orion’s arm tightly. Gingerly Orion retracted his canines and licked his mark affectionately.

His eyes peeled open and I moan while staring at eyes of amber that had flecks of crimson red. "I love you," Xavier whispered before pushing into me. I gasp, gripping his shoulders as he pushed deeper into me. My thighs shook as he pushed until he was fully inside me. He pulls out a little only to slam back in. "Do you see how much I love you Rora?" He pants, moaning when I clenched around him. I nodded moaning softly. "Yes."

I mutter underneath my breath. Ronan laughs softly behind me, still in his white tank top and black sweats. Malachi is shirtless in white shorts. I am surrounded by three sex gods who are my brother’s best friends. It can’t get more scandalous than this. “What’re you reading?” I ask Jaxon. Without looking up, he lowers his glasses and peeks over them. “A book.” I roll my eyes. “Yes, a book on what?” He closes it and sets it down on the glass table beside him.

Rory “Are you fucking one of my omegas?” he asked me, his eyes darkening. I shook my head, taking a step back. “Please. I can explain,” I started, my palms getting sweaty, and suddenly my throat felt tight. “How dare you let another man touch you?” he growled, his hand reaching for my throat, but I ducked, spinning around, my hands raised. “Please, Orion. It’s not what you think. It’s not—”

He was fighting instinct tooth and nail and winning. “For you,” he murmured, “I can do this.” The collar sparked again. I cried out. Ronan snapped. He grabbed the metal band and tore it free. The collar hit the floor with a metallic clang.And my scent exploded into the room. Sweet. Heavy. Raw. No longer filtered. No longer contained. Pure Omega. Ronan inhaled sharply,; once, silent, violent. His entire body went rigid, My pulse stopped. “Ronan?” I whispered, terrified.