روايات وقصص ضمن Rage Addiction Fanfiction

"When we are joining forces to fight Dark? It's impossible. You have me and Chaos, as long as we have each other's backs, Dark won't have a chance against us." "This is one of the things I love about you." Raziah smiled. "And now we are one." Aragorn said picking up Raziah off her feet and taking her to the room he had s*x in. Raziah giggled and that made Aragorn promise himself that he will make Raziah smile and laugh often. He laid her on the bed and started removing her clothes. He fu¢ked her and drank more of her blood and they fell asleep in each other's arms afterwards.

I lie there, facing the ceiling again, pulse still racing. I should sleep. I really should. But all I can think about is him. His eyes. His voice. His mouth on mine. And the wild part is… I don’t think this feeling is going anywhere. Not tonight. Not anytime soon. Raiden POV I drop into bed like a man ready to sleep for twelve hours straight. Lies. The moment my head touches the pillow, my brain decides to betray me. I turn to my left. Aria. Her mouth. Her breathing. Her body pressed against mine.

I growled out as I started getting faster and rougher after every sentence. I was close to losing my fucking mind. Scratch that. I had certainly lost my mind. I could feel my rage getting the best of me as I thought back about the scene when I saw my pregnant mate encircled by those savages and blood trickling down her legs. Immediately after the meeting, I threw my mate over the bed and ripped off our clothes like a wild, hungry wolf that I was. However, flashbacks of the incidents that happened earlier during the day made me so mad that it lead to angry sex on my part while Zara seemed to be having the time of her life.

I’ll soon be Alpha, after all. Ragnar’s claws scraped against stone as he climbed higher, tense and itching to bite into something, preferably Collin. ’You’ll be no such thing. You’re a rat. A sick, delusional rat that needs to be put down.’ ‘Tsk. This is getting stale. You know insults won’t draw me out,’ Collin said, his voice practically dripping with boredom. ‘But I’ll give you a chance. Run. Before they come back for me. And I’ll even let you attend your sister’s mating ceremony… to me.’

Mason snapped his gaze at Ragnar and shrugged. "This type of behavior of yours is so unlike you," Ragnar said and Mason huffed, throwing the papers at Leo's side as he leaned back on the couch and put his boots on the table beside the scattered papers, making Leo shoot him a glare. "Everything is unlike me nowadays." "Uh-huh, what's the matter?" Ragnar asked. "Addiction is going too hard." "Well, isn't it exciting? You love it when it goes hard." Ragnar stated one of the facts about Mason.

" Rage's eyes locked onto mine, and he saw the desire burning within me. He turned to Niklaus, his voice husky with anticipation, "May I?" he asked, still kneeling on one knee, awaiting permission. Niklaus nodded his consent, a small smile playing on his lips. Rage's hands moved with deliberate slowness, untieing the wrap-around skirt that encircled my waist. The fabric fell away, revealing my nakedness beneath. I stood before him, exposed he started licking me, long, slow, and hard. I softly moaned, spreading my legs more for him. His tongue was long like Niklaus's and it felt so good.

“Sometimes.” Ragnar tilted her chin, forcing her to look at him. “You’re allowed to want more.” Her throat tightened, but she nodded, pressing a kiss to his lips. “I want you,” she whispered. “You have me,” he promised, pulling her close. They fell asleep like that, wrapped around each other, the bond between them a warm, protective shield. They woke to screaming. Raven was on her feet before she was fully awake, her claws out, eyes glowing as she scanned the room. Ragnar was already pulling on his boots, grabbing the blade from beside the bed.

Her eyes involuntarily moved to Ralph. “My tongue slipped,” he jumped down the table to walk behind her stealthily, his hooded eyes absently moving to her exposed skin as he licked his lips. “Your husbands-to-be-“ Rara felt rage rushing through her veins. She felt tears accumulating in her eyes as she let out a scream. “You fucking psycho! I’m not marrying any of you!” Ralph tightened his hold over the spoon, his jaw twitched as his eyes snapped to her. The monster inside him resurfaced hindering his self-control, the rush of emotions colliding with flowing desire in him making it hard to remain seated when he could just bend her over the table.

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he declared firmly, his features reverting to his youthful appearance. A sly and infuriated smile flickered across Ragnar's face momentarily. He shook his head, a subtle warning to Ryan that he was underestimating Ragnar's abilities. Without hesitation, Ragnar's hand seized Ryan's head, his eyes delving deep into Ryan's memories, determined to uncover the truth. A painful growl escaped Ryan's lips as he began to scream in agony. He had believed Ragnar wouldn't breach his mind, but now he regretted his defiant stance. His mind burned with searing heat, his screams echoing throughout the room.