Sauron X Reader Novels & Stories

The wetness, the pinkness, that’s all he could really see and what he could hear was the desperation embedded within every single one of her whimpers. She spread her legs wider, her lips between her teeth making it so much harder to hold himself and the beast within him back. “Mine!” He growled, his eyes flashing red once again. **** *** A/N// Xavier is cheating on me y'all...he...he😭😭he's going to do it with Celia. I've been crushing on him for so long and yet...! What an evil bastard...I hope he never cums!☹️ 😕

I cut in gently, lifting the book in my lap, “I’d like to get back to my story. I’m just at a very interesting page.” I didn’t look up again. I turned a page I wasn’t reading, letting silence be my shield. A few seconds later, she left. Only when I heard the door click shut did I lower the book and exhale. My fingers trembled slightly as I gripped the arm of the chair. I stared at the door, heart pounding. That wasn’t Siora. Whoever it was… well I only know of one person that can shift, Xareth. I took deep breaths, I have to be careful.

A mass of white blossom tinged with pink across the sky, creating a remarkable sense of good and peace, except that may not apply in the situation, seeing that Marretje has promptly called for me. Her minions escort me to a hall in Xaulfur’s building. Then they leave me at the half open door to find my way in. Within the tiny space left of the door to close gazes the crude eyes of the witch. Seeing them now, they are dark; not any dark colour, but purely black, which makes me wonder if they took the colour of her heart. Across her is Master Xaulfur, who is reclined against a chair, his right hand holding his chin and the other placed on the table creating the division between him and the wit

Chapter 83 Sansa's Pov Xavier took advantage of my frailty as darkness engulfed my awareness. He delighted in my anguish, gaining energy from my anguish and loving the satisfaction of fully destroying me. My fists clenched, my teary eyes betraying the sorrow within. "Have I offended you in any way?" he appeared in front of me in an instant, wearing his T-shirt and sporting a nasty grin. "How on earth could you?" I burst into rage, my fingers fiercely grabbing his collar.

In the damp, lightless hollow of the Maw, surrounded by the ash and flame of the dead, the Prince and the Sovereign collided. It wasn't a mating of intellect and elegance. It was a "Siren’s Lament" played on skin and bone. Silas took her with a lethal intensity, his movements a rhythm he’d honed over a thousand sleepless nights of dreaming of her. He claimed her with a dark, twisted possessiveness that made the breeding cycle Xander wanted look like a children’s game.

I get that both of them are Alphas but he really seems to resent Xander. “Sierra, if I asked for another shot, would you grant it?” he asked and looked deep into my eyes as if trying to find the answer in them before I speak. Fuck, I was expecting this question, I’m sure I came up with an answer but right now my thoughts are scattered and I don’t remember what I rehearsed. I was about to answer when suddenly Xavier looked up and behind me and his scent turned to that of loathing. I looked behind me and saw an agitated Xander.

I simply look around the space as if his anger doesn’t bother me. “I am the alpha of all dragons, Xander. Now you want to explain to me what you are doing here.” He growls. He still hasn’t relaxed although confusion has entered his eyes. Ceron comes forth and I can see that they are speaking. Even though he cannot feel the bond of his mate Cara, I hope that he will be on our side.

He was the Antichrist; of course he would have a thirst for her virgin blood. As he continued licking, Sophie's reaction changed. What Helena had thought to be sobs of pain were becoming pants of arousal, with tears continuing to pour from her eyes as she whimpered with each flick of his tongue. Between her legs, Xavier was playing her like a saxophone, licking up every sweet drop of her nectar and teasing her lips with his own, while his tongue slithered back and forth inside her.

In fact, there was a whole shelf dedicated to romance, so someone in the house must be a fan. Not Xavier though, she couldn’t see him reading anything so frivolous. Perhaps something dry about the history of werewolves or war amongst the paranormal race… that seemed more his style, not romance even if he did totally fit the mold of asshole-alpha-male-who-needed-bringing-down-a-peg-or-two perfectly. Her lips quirked as she headed for the door. There was that word again. Asshole. It just seemed to slide so perfectly through the mind when she thought of him. Unfortunately, her over-active imagination didn’t stop there.

“What’s her name?” “Xena.” I stared at the image for a moment, something primal stirring. “Her mother surely has a death wish.” “She’s here. Want to leave this one alive?” I stepped over Gregor’s bleeding body. “He’s lucky I’m late.” I arrived late, of course. Let the whole damn ceremony wait. I pushed the door open and walked in slowly, letting them feel the weight of my presence. I was Kael Noirfang, Alpha of the Blood Howl Pack, a Lycan Lord, a god.