Rangiku X Male Reader Novels & Stories

He stood there like he belonged in the quiet stacks—like the entire library had been waiting for him to walk in. My heart skipped, then slammed against my ribs. “Niklaus,” I let out… half whisper, half plea. He didn’t smile. Just leaned one hip against the edge of my table, close enough that I could smell him — cedar, smoke, clean skin, and that faint, dangerous edge of arousal. His gaze flicked over the spread books, lingering on the open page of Story of O where a woman was being bound and blindfolded. “Hello Kris Hunter” he said with a smirk. That made an instant flood on my panties.

And then, I will not get distracted by him again and focus on the task of killing him. “Are you offering yourself, pretty boy?” He asks, the corner of his lips curling up as I nod. “I can't deny the fact that you don't turn me on.” I'm fucking turned on right now. His mere sight makes my dick harden and it's seriously not a good thing for us. “Let's have sex, Nikolai.” “If that's what you want.” He agrees, slowly letting go of my collar. “We'll have sex Adrian and it will be a one-time thing.” He announces, walking over to his door. He turns the knob as he opens the door.

I opened my eyes, ignoring my aching pussy and leaning to meet his eyes, “Say the words, little orchid. Tell us you want us.” “No! I…” My words melted as he thrusted both fingers back into me, my head thrown back as a desperate cry escaped my mouth. He removed them; their absence too jarring. Nikolai’s mouth trailed further down, planting himself on my cleavage, his hand toying with my nipples. Rowan’s hand was roaming around every part of me, kissing every skin and flesh on my stomach, his mouth trailing downwards, and downwards. “Say them. Tell me you don’t and I’ll stop.” Malachi’s voice tore back into my head.

"Yes, yes. Here is a good location. Let's do it here and have no regrets later on!" Ritian followed the man's graceful chest disposition before finally looking at his face. He was instantly moved. The man was handsome. The type of men who were usually used as a book cover for werewolves Alpha romance flick he reads before going to sleep (or playing with his member). Ritian believed that he is still blessed after everything. "Oh, yeah!" Ritian nodded in satisfaction. "Really good."

Niki was ahead, flinging the chamber door wide and then slamming it behind us as we tumbled in, his voice muffled through the wood: "I'll guard! No one in, tell the healers to fuck off unless Rowan calls!" The door banged shut, and Rowan finally pinned me against it, our bodies grinding hard, his hips rolling up into mine in a way that made stars burst behind my eyelids. "Niki, good, now stay the fuck out," Rowan barked, voice rough as gravel, before diving back in, kissing me like he was trying to devour my soul. His teeth scraped my lip, drawing a little blood, and I tasted it, coppery and hot mixing with the slick slide of his tongue.

Nick snarls. I grip his shirt to make sure he doesn’t try to leave. “Calm down, babe; it’s not like me and him are sleeping together; the most he gets out of me are little tap kisses; it will be over soon; you just have to be patient.” I say. Nick glares at me, his eyes changing, his wolf trying to claw his way out. “Tell me, Riah, do you enjoy when his lips are on yours?” Nick is furious.

she struggled and took control,t eyes changed into a bright green. “Mate” she said Nikal looked at her and kissed her neck making her groan. His scent crashed over me first pine and cedar. His body was hard and unyielding, crowding me until there was nowhere to go. His hands braced on either side of my head, caging me in. “Mila,” he rasped out like my name hurt him to say. I should have been afraid, some distant, sober part of me knew I should shove at his chest, tell him to stop, tell him I’d never done this before, tell him whatever drink I was given was causing this but Rina was rok gone to care.

Her nipples tightened and she growled deep in her throat when he didn't touch them quickly enough. Pulling his lips away, amber eyes consumed her. He slid her body upward, taking a stiff peak within his mouth. His tongue lathed her aching nipple, making her gasp for air. His low chuckle vibrated along her sensitive nerve endings and she arched her back wanting more. He switched to the other nipple, giving it the same attention. Nikka was past caring that they were lying on the forest floor, she wanted Dmitri to take her fully - claim her, take her blood.

***MATURE CONTENT*** In a cramped room inside the dilapidated residential area of the Black Fang Pack, Nick pounded into a blond female from the back with unrestrained vigor. "Fuck! Babe, you're dripping as bad as a bitch in heat!" While thrusting into her slick warmth, he leaned forward and copped her large breasts, licking her neck and pulling on her nipples. She moaned sensually and stretched back her arms to wrap them around his neck. They were pressed flush tight against each other.

As appealing as all of her. Katrina pretends to remain calm under his scrutiny, but her hands tremble uncontrollably. Not even Jarl looked at her in this way. And Ragnar kisses her again. This time, he explores the blonde's mouth with his tongue as they kiss passionately. The alpha's desires increase as she wraps her legs around his waist and they begin to rub against each other and touch each other. All of Ragnar's discomfort from the previous hours is pushed to the background in these moments. He wants to feel her, he wants to join her, he wants to have her all to himself tonight, satisfy himself with her, explore her, devour her as much as he possibly can.