Robin X Raven Fanfiction Lemon Novels & Stories

That I was Romy, the little sister of Alina Hawthorne? Either ways, I wasn’t leaving his room until I drove the knife right into his heart. "Go to hell!" I spat, thrashing wildly to break his hold, but every violent movement only ground my hips against his, sending electric, traitorous shocks of arousal straight down my spine. The mate bond was a terrible, sickening thing. Rowan’s chest rumbled with a dark chuckle, his gaze flickering to my lips. "Gosh, I can smell your arousal, Raven. It’s intoxicating. Feels like you're fighting that far more than you're fighting me,” he smirked. “are you sure you came here to kill me, or fuck me?”

I want to hear her scream my name, say how much she needs me down there. Fuck, I'm hard again—I've been reduced to nothing by a mortal. "Hey, I think something is happening! I felt a tingle-..." Raven stops talking, and her lips turn sly. She stares at my visible bulge, then beams up at me. Her eyebrow is lifted. "Well, well, well..." Smiling, I turn away from her. "Shut up." "You don't know what I was going to say!" "You would tease me." "No!" Raven exclaims, sounding way too thrilled for her own good. I want to cover her mouth with mine to remove her smirk. "I would say we could practice the ice-making later!"

But instead of fighting it, I began to lean into it. Raven noticed everything. “You’re getting wet, aren’t you?” she said suddenly, her voice low. Her gloved hand rested on my lower stomach, while her fingers were dangerously close to the waistband of my yoga pants. “I can smell how turned on you are. You’ve been dripping on my chair for the last half hour.” My face burned with shame and embarrassment. I couldn’t deny it. Raven set the machine down. “I’m going to touch you now. If you want me to stop, say ‘red.’ Otherwise… stay quiet and take it.”

Raven smirked, leaning in closer, his voice low and teasing, meant for her alone, “Our daughter told me today… she wants a little brother or sister. We should make another pup for Selena to play with.” Lyra laughed helplessly, rolling her eyes, “She can barely speak clearly, stop making things up.” Raven straightened up, his expression serious and innocent, “I’m telling the truth. The way she looked at me definitely said that.” Before Lyra could argue further, he took her hand, pulling her directly toward the dining hall. The soft moonlight bathed the valley, their silhouettes side by side, casting long, intertwined shadows on the ground, inseparable, as if they had always belonged together.

Damien laughed, “but don’t you feel bad for Raven? She’s blushing so red right now, I feel sorry for her. She’s clearly not used to you yet.” “She’ll learn,” Aeress shrugged dismissively as I laughed and almost snorted, “but what do you think, Damien? Doesn’t she look amazing? It almost makes me want to turn lesbian when I look at her,” she exclaimed as Jackson choked on his drink and Damien laughed so hard he had tears in his eyes.

10:30 𝚙𝚖. *𝙾𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙽𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝙼𝚞𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛* As Bridgette sped through the rain-drenched streets, her anger burned hot and fierce. The knowledge of her lover's betrayal of her ultimate rival, Natalie Wayne, fueled her fury, and she gripped the steering wheel tightly, her knuckles turning white.

Xena stayed on the line like she always did. After a moment, she pushed. “You can’t keep doing this, Raven. He’s not going to stop. You’re the Luna, and you’re on the fucking floor again. No one in this pack is coming to help you, especially when you’re playing the role of happy mate.” I swallowed blood. “You know why.” She waited.

Evelyn spat and I narrowed My eyes at her. “I am leaving, just like you wanted, let me through,” I yelled out. “Too late for that don’t you think,” Ravena sang as she grinned, I knew whatever they had in mind wasn’t good. “I don’t care what you think pig,” I said and she smirked. “How he was good, the way he gripped me and not to talk when he sucked on my Nipples,” she said and I could feel my rage increasing. She had restored her mate bond with Leo, I could smell it on her, just as I had restored my mate bond with Enzo.

“Done. I’ll hold you as long as you want. I can’t wait to show you off as my wife. Our daughter’s gonna see pictures one day and know her mom got the biggest, most beautiful wedding.” I whimpered louder, my fingers digging into his shoulders as pleasure built up slow and sweet. “Nicholas… right there. Keep going just like that.” He did, keeping that perfect gentle rhythm, hips rolling deep but soft. “You’re doing so good, baby. Moaning so pretty for me. I love hearing you.” I kissed him again, “This is our fresh start. No one gets to ruin it. I’m only surrounding you with love from now on.” I moaned his name as he circled his hips, hitting that sweet spot again.

Raven instructed, her gaze fixed on Derrick. "What do you want?" She asked, pointing the small knife at him. He didn't say a word, he didn't need to. His silence alone was suffocating. His cold gaze swept across the room decorated with floating balloons and ribbons. The corner of his lips twitched. “Cute.” His tone was flat, unreadable. “You did well hiding.” Raven's throat went dry. “Leave.” His boots clicked softly against the floor as he closed the distance between them. “Six years,” he said, voice low. “You really thought I wouldn’t find you?”