Robin X Raven Fanfiction Lemon Novels & Stories

I drawled, sarcasm dripping from every word, "having a mate is supposed to have someone to give your love to- not to admire just their looks!" "Girl with a tongue," Raven said, licking his lips, "I like it." "Oh," I sneered, "so you don't like girls who don't stick up for themselves?" "You're kind of turning me on," Raven growled lustfully. "Unbelievable!" I snapped, slapping the armrest of the chair. I looked back up, but when I saw Raven again, he was leaping toward me - and I mean actually leaping. I didn't even have time to scream before he was on top of me on the chair, pinning my wrists to the armrest with his large hands.

I wanted nothing more than to strip myself from the offensive material. I huffed. "Still feel gross." "You're horny." Raven bluntly replied from her spot on my bed. "You're around two insanely attractive Alpha males plus that bond of yours, it was bound to happen. No matter how ignorant you are about it." "Just need a chance to release that pent up lust." Timothy nods in agreement, "I can get you a dildo and a vibrator in a hour if-" Raven snorted, "She needs the real thing. Plastic is going to feel more of a punishment then-"

In that office, in that moment, there was only them, only the fragile, blazing tether between them. Jaxon pressed a final kiss to her temple, voice low and steady, full of authority and care. “Rest tonight, Minx. Tomorrow we make them pay. Painstakingly. Every last one of them.” And Raven, trembling and exhausted, knew she would follow him into fire, into darkness, anywhere, because she was his and he was hers.

I sigh dejectedly, thinking about telling them was depressing because then they will know everything isn’t as rainbow as sunshine as I have painted it. “Then don’t tell them yet.” Raven suggested, looking past my shoulder. “Don’t look but there’s a hot guy checking you out!” She announced, her voice laced with excitement. Despite her warning, I did turn around, my curiosity getting the better of me. On turning around, it was to find Leo staring at me from the distance, he waves and I shyly wave back before turning back to Raven. “Tell me everything!” She grabs my shoulders, shaking me.

But hunters didn’t come alone, and if he’d found his way inside the Iron Fangs’ den, then there was already a crack in the walls around her. Sabrina tugged at her arm. “Rave, you’re making me nervous. What’s going on?” Raven forced her fist to unclench, stuffing the napkin into her pocket. “Nothing you need to worry about.” “Nothing?” Sabrina’s voice pitched higher. “You nearly bit that guy’s head off for talking to me, and now you look like you’ve seen a ghost.” “I said drop it,” Raven snapped. Too sharp. Sabrina recoiled, her lips pressing into a thin line. Guilt flickered in Raven’s gut, but she didn’t apologize, she couldn’t.

Although Grayson is fine, I feel like Raven has him practising and learning so we don't complain that he gets to escape it. Raven looks highly amused with herself as they teach us to dance. Yet, I wonder if she has considered this fully? Something tells me she won't enjoy tomorrow night. It's not easy watching her dance with guys. Even though we allow her, it's taunting and makes us jealous. I honestly don't think she has realised how jealous she will get when we dance with women. Right now it's tense. We're stopping and starting. Tomorrow night, there isn't any stopping. So will she kick off? She looks far too amused right now. I keep questioning why I am agreeing to do this. Had Grayson no

“I saw her coming out of you room. I wanted to come see how you were doing. How are you?” “Fine. It still hurts a bit, though. I wanted to tell you something that has been happening between me and Raven. You are the smart one—you’d know.” “What?” He asked, suddenly excited. “It started a few days ago. We don’t what it is, but it seems Raven can feel my pain. And I think I can feel hers too, but that hasn’t really happened yet.” I told him. “What do you mean?” he asked, confused. “When I got hurt during the assessment, she felt the pain. And she felt it intensely.”

Raven Neil practically kicked down the door, his lips still locked onto mine, his arms wrapped firmly around me. The darkened hotel room fell into pitch darkness when he shut the door behind us, but he didn’t bother with the lights. He didn’t need to; the sparks flying between us were enough to light the whole world up. What we were about to do was bound to end in disaster, just as it had that night outside the tavern. I knew it as surely as I knew the rapid pounding of my heart in my chest.

Just that same controlled dominance that always feels like a hand around my throat, tightening inch by inch. I glare at him, fury burning through the panic. He doesn’t care. His hand wraps around my arm, strong enough to trap me. Heat seeps through the contact, unwelcome and electric all at once. My body betrays me instantly—awareness sparking under my skin despite the anger clawing up my chest. “I’d like everybody to meet Raven,” he says, voice smooth, carrying effortlessly across the table. “We know her,” Liam cuts in, smirking like this is the best entertainment he’s had all week.

Riven groaned sharply, head tilting back to give me better access. I pulled back slightly and saw the red mark I’d left — a perfect hickey blooming on his neck. I smiled at it, a possessive thrill running through me, before leaning down to lick the spot slowly, soothing the sting with my tongue. “That hurts,” Riven breathed, but there was no real protest in his voice. “Now imagine if I was inside you,” I whispered against his skin, voice dark and low. “How would it feel?” Riven swallowed hard, throat working visibly. “You aren’t penetrating,” he said, the words shaky but firm.