Novel & Cerita Pokemon Kieran X Reader

There was just the warmth of his skin, the smell of his cologne, and the way he looked at me like I was the only thing that made sense. I leaned forward, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to his palm, just below the cut. I felt him gasp, his fingers curling slightly against my cheek. "I love you, Kieran," I whispered against his skin. KIERAN’S POV ​​I watched her, my mind spinning. It was strange—my darkest secret was finally out in the open, yet looking at her, the world didn't feel like it was ending. It felt like it was finally starting. ​Can I just open my eyes and realize this was all a dream? I wondered, watching the light catch her hair. How strange you make me feel, Sienna. You saw my

Kieran’s POV My body shook due to her actions. Her warm tongue and mouth slithered down my skin and locked me down. It made blood rush immensely to my member and once again, my desires fueled, coming forward. “Aurora…” I groaned against her and quickly placed her on the wall. My body pressed down on hers, alongside my aching member pressing down on her warm crotch just beneath her clothes. “Please, don’t leave me, uncle Kieran…” She whispered. This time, I felt a tear on my neck and I knew she was crying again. That alone, made me come back to my senses and I quickly pulled away from her.

She pleaded. “I can’t. You know I can’t even if I wanted to.” “If you truly wanted to, you’d take the viagra and get it up.” “I told you it doesn’t work on me. It’s meant for humans.” “And animal viagra? Try the one for bulls at least.” I withdrew from her. “I’m not doing any of that shit.” “See that’s your problem Kieran. You let your pride get in the way.” “Aurelia if you want cubs, we will adopt. But I’m not doing anything weird to my body. You either embrace me as I am or don’t. I don’t care.”

Mine, his wolf growled. Kieran moved closer, his massive body blocking out the moonlight as he loomed over the hammock. Up close, her scent was even stronger...wildflowers and something earthy, something that reminded him of rain and growing things. And underneath it all, something other. Something his wolf recognized even if he didn't. She stirred in her sleep, her lips parting on a soft exhale. Kieran's gaze dropped. And that's when he saw it. The book. Lying open on her lap, its title printed in large, cheerful letters across the cover:

I answered, not knowing how to explain what happened between me and Kade. Kieran signed, as if he was relieved, was it because of Kade or something, I stiffly smiled. “Can we start going?” I said. “Yes, sorry” he said. I caught him staring at me but he quickly looked away when our eyes met. Throughout the ride to the pack, Kieran seems to avoid body contact with me, which made Elle whimper sadly. “What was I thinking, he had a mate. Goddess while this is happening to me”. ★★★

he finishes and they both go, leaving Kieran and me in the room. "You can also go, Kieran, I would like to rest," I say to him and settle into bed. "Where would I go, beautiful?" He answers me, "this is my room," he adds, and I am stunned. "What the hell…!" I'm about to curse, but I stop. If he thinks I'm going to play his little game and lose control, he is very wrong. I've had too much of everyone today, even Kieran. Kieran is a wolf. He is that wolf.

Kieran would lean over and kiss my cheek, tell me how lucky he was, how perfect the weekend was turning out, and all I could do was nod while my skin burned from the inside out. The afternoons were worse. I'd slip away to read on one of the loungers, pretending the book in my hands mattered, but really I was waiting. Always waiting. And he always found me. Never close enough for anyone to notice, just near enough that I could feel him. Floating on his back in the pool, arms spread, chest rising and falling with slow breaths, water beading on his skin like invitations. I'd watch the way his abs contracted when he rolled over, the way his shoulders flexed as he pulled himself through the water

Not after how badly I messed up the first time. Kieran is built for romance. He’s meant to have the spotlight on him. He’s the optimistic dreamer that pulls the cynics in like a magnet, forcing you to view the world through rose-tinted glasses. He makes everything brighter, more vivid, and all you want is to return the favour. He believes in great first loves, magical first kisses and epic love stories. He’s the type who refuses to watch sad movies unless he knows you want to, in which case he’ll put on a brave face before sobbing in your arms. He feels everything so intensely and wears his heart on your sleeve, and he has this way of making you do the same. He makes you feel more alive than

"Don't say you'll wait. Don't say my heart belongs to you. I’ve read the script, Rowan. It ends with you almost killing each other in the courtyard while I scream uselessly." He froze, his hand dropping to his side. "How could you know—" BAM. The main door thudded open. Kieran was back. He didn't look like a king; he looked like a soldier who had just crawled out of a trench. His dark hair was messy, his shirt was unbuttoned to reveal the "sexy v-line glory" referenced in Chapter One, and his eyes were glowing that dangerous, primal red. In the original story, this was where he was supposed to find me wet and vulnerable, leading to the "You belong to me" speech. Instead, he found me fully dr

Ronan will forever be the most exciting element in my life. First, there’s Kieran. My sweet, careful, hopelessly romantic Kieran, who is so obviously, painfully in love with the Redmaw savage he’s trying to pass off as a "strategic advisor." He’s definitely strategically advising his cock straight into Kieran on the regular. Which I love for my friend. He deserves happiness and copious amounts of excellent sex. He was blushing like a virgin bride, his polished Alpha-mask cracking every time Alexei looked at him.