Pokemon Kieran X Reader 소설 & 이야기

He looks so immune to his skin touching mine while I am almost dying for it. He looks so fine with our skin touching when I’m almost going to breathe my last breath because of the electric sparks in it. Damn! He smiled at me and nodded. “This is a good book. Just so sad for my liking.” He pouted. Oh, dear Lord. What have I done these past few days to see a pouting Kieran Wu right now? I tried to smile normally but I know that my smile came out to be an awkward one. Geez! Everything is very awkward now.

This girl was in for a surprise then. He grabs a towel and wraps it around her. “Devyn, I hope you don’t think of me as the romantic type, as I have no inclination how ‘taking things slow in bed’ works. I only know how to sexually subjugate and fuck, with strict permission of course.” Kieran tells her and he could see the apprehension in her eyes. “What? Like what you have with Marley?” she asks as envy laced her voice, but all he does is smile after she secured the towel.

I'd been lured into a trap, a foolish prey who'd just given Rylan away so easily. Kieran turned slowly, his eyes, gleaming like amber in the shadows, locking onto me. Before I could react, he spun me around. His powerful body, radiating an unstoppable force, pinned me hard against the cold wood of the door. "Perfect," his voice was a low, rough growl. His forehead pressed against mine, his hot breath fanning my face. "Then you should be loud. LET HIM HEAR US!" The words barely registered before his hips snapped forward, driving into me with a single, deep thrust.

She felt a strange energy coursing through her, and she directed it towards Kieran, who was standing nearby Kieran suddenly straightened up, his eyes glazing over. He took a few steps forward, his movements robotic, and walked towards Seraphina. The rest of the pack watched in anticipation, giggling softly. As Kieran reached Seraphina, he gently raised his hand and caressed her cheek. Seraphina's eyes widened in surprise before she burst into laughter, her cheeks turning a rosy shade. The rest of the pack joined in the laughter, amused by the unexpected display of affection.

And when she looked up from her useless book, he was there. Kieran stood in the center of her room as though he had always been there, as though the walls and locked door and all the mundane barriers of ordinary reality meant nothing to someone of his nature and power. He looked exactly as he had during their first encounter, dark hair falling past his shoulders, eyes that caught and held the light in ways that human eyes should not, tall and powerfully built with that unconscious grace that marked apex predators. But now, seeing him clearly and up close rather than through glass and moonlight, Aria could appreciate details she had missed before.

Kieran said, his voice dropping like he was about to spill some juicy gossip. “It says there might be two reasons for it. One, he doesn’t like physical touch, so he’s possibly asexual. And the other…” He looked around, lowering his voice to a whisper. “That he’s gay, he doesn’t like women at all and he has a secret lover… who happens to be a man.” I blinked.

Kieran. She had as it were seen him before—watching from a remove, noiseless but ever attentive. He wasn't like Kane, whose entertainment was bound with remorselessness. He wasn't like Viktor, who emanated calm lack of interest. Kieran carried an discuss of specialist that required no theatrics. And right presently, he was examining her with an concentrated that made her spine solidify. “I trust you get it what you've fair done,” Kieran said, his voice calm however firm.

KAEL THORNRIDGE POV “Her animal is completely tangled in confusion,” Seraphine mumbles, her jaw slack as the fermented fire-ale impacts her tracking center. “His skin is always aligned with Jaxen Creed.” That data file lacks any structural explanation regarding how her tracking sensors isolated their exact coordinates inside the training den, but my internal wolf allocates zero care to the logistics because the exact microsecond my pupils pivot toward the timber arches, my sight locks onto Kieran’s mass and his primary sentinel Jaxen racking up the heavy training pucks.

Kieran. He stood a few paces away, bare-chested, his skin marred by blood and shadow, but alive — gloriously, defiantly alive. The bond between them pulsed like a living flame, stronger than ever, as though the ordeal had burned away everything false and fragile. When his gaze found hers, the world seemed to tilt, the devastation fading into something softer, something infinitely more dangerous — longing.

The mate bond was screaming at me to reach for him, to hold him and promise him everything would be okay. But before I could move, Kieran stepped back. The distance between us felt like miles. "I should get this book to Soren," he said. "Wait," I said. "Please. Just... tell me one thing. Do you feel the bond? Do you feel what I feel?" Kieran closed his eyes. "Yes." "Then why are you running from it?" "Because," Kieran said, opening his eyes and looking at me with so much pain it took my breath away, "I'd rather live without you than watch you die."