Peter Pevensie X Reader Novels & Stories

We sleep, not as much as we should, only enough to keep us going. We find nothing usefull in these books. And nothing eventful happens until day 5. Peter shoots to his feet, and runs to my side. "Annie... I know it's not what we are looking for at the moment... But... Look what I found..." Peter shoves a book under my nose. He is practicaly bouncing with excitment. I look down at the book, it takes me a moment to fully comprehend what I am reading... "Oh.." I say slowly, then I smile a huge smile.

"You have to get a reason Lexi. Just give it to me. Tell me a reason why I'm no longer an option. Tell me a reason why you're no longer feeling what you've been professing for the past five years" I looked away from him and faced the TV screen because I was going to weep if I continue to look at how broken apart he was. Peter was a good person, a really good person, his only flaw was the sex part which he was ready to change but he wasn't the one I wanted, not after what I've tasted "Peter..." I trailed off because I was short of words "Is it someone else? Are you seeing someone else?" I shook my head without making eyes contact with him

He took a moment to admire her, his eyes filled with tenderness and desire. Quickly shedding his own clothes, Peter approached her, guiding her to the bed. He laid her down gently, his hands exploring every inch of her body as if committing it to memory. His kisses followed a path from her lips to her neck, lingering on her collarbone, then down to her breasts, her navel, and beyond. Celeste trembled beneath his touch, overwhelmed by sensations she hadn’t felt in years. Each moment was filled with unspoken desire and mutual vulnerability, marking the beginning of something neither of them could have predicted.

he said as he searched her eyes for understanding. Gemma seemed to be a gifted child. She could read and write at a younger age and understood situation when children her age didn’t. Of course this might be because the family lived and were part of The Red Moon Pack. A pack of werewolves. The Beginning of The End — When It Started When Peter was eighteen and at university down in London UK, he meet and became friends with Jon Snider, Liam Henderson and at that time, Carrie James. For three years the friends became close and studied together in the same engineering building until Peter meet and fell in love with Lily James.

Evelyn sensing his sadness places a kiss on top of his head and reaches for the chocolate spread, putting it in front of his plate. Vicky starts talking to Pierce about his pack or something but I can’t concentrate, my eyes are fixated on Evelyn, Elspeth and Rex. We’re they really meant to be mine? Both Evelyn and Elspeth notice my eyes on them and both glance up, but not Rex. His eyes are watching Vicky with keen interest. That’s right he hasn’t met her, this is actually his first time here. He should have been born here, grown up here…they both should have.

Over the years as they have gone close to each other, things between them also changed. Peter, an overly loud and expressive guy fell in love with a shy Alpha. Just as Matt had a crush on Bethany, Peter had a crush on Matt. Just like Matt, he fell hard in love. "You make it sound like I'm the last blessing left on the face of earth." Matt laughed. "What if I say, you are? Well for someone like Bethany you will be." Peter has learned to mould his words good over the years. "Yeah yeah." Matt brushed it off. He was never good at reading people, was he? "Did you see Alexie? Or David?"

Adrian’s POV Every alarm in my head starts screaming when the elderly groundskeeper approaches us, and judging by the frozen smile on his face he feels exactly the same way. He is the first werewolf I’ve ever met that isn’t afraid of the church. “Lycan,” he whispers softly. Pippa looks at him then at me. “What? How does he know?” “He’s a werewolf,” I answer softly. “He can smell us." I hold my hand out to the groundskeeper. "I’m Father Hans,” I say as if nothing has happened, hoping that the man will catch the hint. “This is Sister Theresa.”

I buried my face in her hair, kissing her crazily as I drank it in and basked in that indescribable scent that only babies and little children have. Peter came racing from the house pulling on his thin gray jacket while juggling his briefcase, his keys, and a handful of files, letting the rickety screen door slam behind him as he did so. I watched him race by us as I continued to stand next to the Jeep holding tight to Evie, desperately holding onto the exhilaration I had been intensely feeling. Just seeing Peter, I could feel my buzz slowly slipping away from me. I just stared at him, wondering if he was even going to acknowledge us. Almost like an afterthought, he backtracked to where we w

“And my name is Hannah. I have a cousin, and his name is Noah. And I have aunt Wren, and aunt Beth, and I love to read stories. Do you love to read?” ‘He doesn’t,’ is what I want to respond. Pete has never been a reader, god, he hated any kind of books. Pete stares at her. He doesn’t blink, no, he stares…intently. And that’s when I see it. His eyes shine, they glisten and well up with tears. My heart jolts. “Pete? Can you…can you hear us? Understand us?” He doesn’t respond, and doesn’t take his eyes off Hannah.

His finger brushes her nipples. She moaned with pleasure. He turns to me and say in the lost disgusting way "Just don't stand there. Make yourself useful and suck my cock." I hesitate. Eve motion to me to do as he says. I do. I go and kneel before him and unzip him. His cock leaps out. I gasps in shock. Who would have thought Peter was so endowed? His cock was one of the largest I had ever seen. I licked it and he sighed loudly. Eve leaned in and brushed her lips close to his ear. His panting told us he loved it.