Romans & histoires Ratchet X Reader

Give a guy good head and he'll give you the key to his mind. "Hey Fiona, busy night?" Ratchet asked huskily, not objecting as she made her way behind the bar. She slithered her supple curves against him as she reached to grab a glass, pouring the whisky Brax had a preference for, while replying, "Not busy enough, come find me later, I'm feeling a little horny." Fiona teased with a grin. Judging by the instant tent in his pants, Ratchet was successfully distracted. With the deftness of a magician she stuck her tongue down Ian's throat, at the same time dropping a small tablet into Braxtons drink. When Fiona pulled away, Ratchet could barely form a sentence, much less have the presence of min

He offered a life where I might finally stop running. Aunt Dolores continued, her tone softening just a fraction. “I know you loved Drake with your whole heart. I saw how his rejection broke you. But love that burns hot and leaves you bleeding is not the only kind that exists. Victor can give you something steadier. Someone who chooses you deliberately, not just when passion strikes. I want that for you, Raven. I want you to have a love that stays.”

I said as I pointed between us and I couldn't help but curse at how hard I still was and Raven chuckled. “This would never happen again," I said but instead of a response her eyes went to my hardened cock as she licked her lips before slowly coming back to meet my eyes. My body, my body was betraying me. That smirk. That stupid infuriating smirk like she knew something I didn't, like she had me where she wanted. “You cock seems to me telling another story, Xander. You want me…you're obsessed with me,” "In your dreams,” I spat and she chuckled,

Trigger Warnings For This Book: This is a dark werewolf romance containing Violence, abuse, rape, betrayal, trouble in paradise, drugs, murder, assault, bondage, and a Reverse harem involving scenarios of b×g, b×b raw sex scenes, and slavery. ********************************* "Oh, fuck, Beta,' she moaned. "Go harder, I've been waiting for this, I can't believe you are my mate." She seductively said, biting her lower lip, holding her two breasts, fingering them, and seemed lost, her eyes kept opening and closing in lust.

He could hear the cracking of his ribs. Blaze rushed over to him and stomped on his leg against his sternum. Falcon could see his death in Blaze’s fiery eyes. Blaze snarled, showing his incisors. The scene of Ryan succumbing to death crossed his mind, making him angrier. In a flash, he dug his sharp claws into his chest right where the heart was. "Urgh…" Falcon let out an ear-piercing whine. Blaze thrust his hand into his chest and ripped his heart out. He growled in a threatening way as he crushed the heart.

Having Alaric by my side kept most people away. During the break between classes, I went to my locker to grab my math book. That's when I felt someone standing too close behind me. "Raven Valkhor," a voice said. "We need to talk." I turned around and saw Jake Bramwell leaning against the lockers next to mine. He was tall, with dark hair and a smile that never reached his eyes. I knew who he was, but we had never spoken before. "I don't think we have anything to talk about," I said, closing my locker.

"Raven, look at me. Use my strength. Give the power to me." "I will hurt you!" "I am an Alpha," he growled. "I can take it." Then, I felt another hand on my back. It was Jax. He was solid and warm. "I am here too, Queen. Lean on me." Cole moved in. He took my right hand. He was the "Spark." He knew how to move energy. "Let it flow, Raven. Don't fight it. Just let it move through us." And then, I felt a cold, soft wind on my face. Merek. He did not have a body, but he wrapped his spirit around my mind. “Peace, Raven. We are your ground. We are the earth beneath your feet.”

"The water was cold." "Everything is a complaint with you." Jax stood up. He wasn't wearing a shirt. He didn't seem to care. He walked past her to the mini-fridge and grabbed a Gatorade. "You used to be quieter. More focused. Now you’re just... twitchy." "Maybe I just realized I don't like you," Riley said. She sat on her bed. The mattress was thin and smelled like old dust.

but for the girl who just wanted to read her stories in peace. ​I shifted my weight, trying to see where the exit was, but the rusted screw I had left holding the grate finally gave way. ​The sound was like a gunshot in the quiet room. Clang. ​The scarred man stopped. He didn't look around; he looked straight up. Our eyes met through the slats of the metal grate. His eyes weren't cold like Xavier’s; they were hungry. ​"There you are," he murmured, his voice carrying easily through the vents. "The little bird in the rafters."

35. Rachael. The suddenness of the kiss caught me off guard, a jolt of electricity that sent a wave of heat through my veins. But my body, traitorously, responded instinctively. My lips moved in sync with his, a desperate dance of unspoken desires, the world around us dissolving into a hazy blur. The tension that had crackled between us for so long finally shattered, releasing a torrent of pent-up emotions.