Novel & Cerita Rhaenyra Targaryen X Reader

His fingers traced patterns on my inner thigh, moving higher, teasing, making me squirm with anticipation. "Please," I heard myself whimper, not even sure what I was begging for. More. Everything. Anything. "Please what?" he asked, his mouth leaving my breast to look up at me, his eyes meeting mine with dark intensity. "Tell me what you want, Rhaena." "You," I breathed. "I want you. All of you." Something flashed in his eyes - satisfaction, desire, possession. A darkness that promised he was going to give me exactly what I was asking for and so much more.

Her infernal flame roared to life; she blocked Selene’s strike just as Ryker cried out and collapsed. Kaelia gasped, defending the infants as chaos flared around them. Thrones of bone had never felt so empty. Selene’s storm-gray eyes softened for an instant as she watched Ryker fall. “He was mine,” she whispered; “as you abandoned him.” Nyra’s fury exploded. She roared, summoning the threefold bond in a blazing inferno. The battlefield stilled beneath her wrath. “If you kill him,” Nyra screamed, “you will die as well!”

she said triumphantly. Tears burned Rayna’s cheeks, her chest tight. "You … you cannot be with her, Darius. "Come back, don’t leave!" Rayna fell, collapsing, feeling blood run between her legs. Darius stared at her, full of Alpha anger, yet his hand stayed in place. He simply observed, as if testing Rayna’s limits. Rayna slipped, trying to chase Darius and Laura again, but her body was weak, her head pounding. She fell to the floor, blood flowing from her temple. Yet amid the darkness, her determination remained.

Rhaegar After breakfast, I didn't go to the office immediately. I followed Nalya's scent to the laundry room. She was sitting and reading. Whatever she was reading was dirty because she was red and hot. I could smell her arousal, and my dick hardened in my pants. She stopped and raised her head, looking around, but I hid in the corner before she could see me. I went behind her, trying to see what she was reading, and indeed, it was an intense sex scene. I wondered many things at that moment. Has she done it before? If yes, with whom? I clutched my fist with jealousy.

His hands were like fire, burning every inch of skin he touched, and at that moment, the thin line between hate and want became blurred. "You're so beautiful, Arianna," Ryker whispered, his elongated fangs grazing my neck in a way that made a knot tighten in my nether region. "So perfect. And you're all mine." I bit my lips so hard I tasted blood, to stop any sound from coming out, but a treacherous whimper escaped my lips. Ryker stopped what he was doing, and his seemed to bore into my soul, as if he could see the very depths of my fear. And then, without another word, he stood up, his eyes never leaving mine.

She didn’t belong here. My hands tightened on the balcony railing as I fought the urge to leap forward. The pain in my shoulder flared in response to Rhaegon’s presence, searing, erotic, primal. I pressed my back to the wall, willing myself to stay hidden, but my body had other ideas. Rhaegon’s gaze swept the room, commanding, piercing, and then it landed on Lysentha. His wolf growled low in his throat. “No,” he muttered under his breath. “This isn’t right.”

Despite passing on as wolf's, their witch roots are so dominant, that they will forever be loyal to the witches. "My queen, I was not expecting that Kyra would allow Dane to mark her at all. She found out about his affair with Mona, just like we wanted. She should have been heartbroken and vulnerable, giving us a chance to wake up her roots, especially after that sacrifice. But I don't understand where things went wrong. Now she is mated to Dane" Nathan explained feeling regretful.

Tavian sat beside me, one hand still on my shoulder. Astarian stood near the desk, holding a glass of water. “What…” My voice came out hoarse. “What happened?” “You passed out,” Astarian said. He crossed the room and offered me the water. “In the alcove. After Rhydian—” He stopped himself. But the damage was done. Rhydian. The memory crashed over me like a wave. “I, Rhydian Frost, Alpha Heir of the Gravefang Pack, reject you—the wolfless charity case, Aurelian—as my fated mate.”