Stefan Salvatore X Reader Novels & Stories

“Jeffrey Salvatore.” Drawing a sinister smile as he realizes something out from the book that he is reading, where everything from the beginning is like a maze, a puzzle, and one hell of a tempting sinister game. He giggles in response enjoying the moment and that very fact. Wherein he reads it character profile that is written with the following words.

My chest heaved as I took another step backward, feeling like a cornered prey. “Vixen.” His eyes softened, voice breathless. “I need an answer.” “I– I don't know what you're talking about.” I stuttered, trying—but failing miserably—to feign ignorance. “You know what I mean,” he stared at my stomach. “It's mine, isn't it?” My hands turned clammy, my skin breaking out in cold sweats. Salvatore immediately stepped in. “What are you even talking about?” “This is not about you, Salvatore. Move before my fist moves you. And this time it won't be just your lips bleeding.”

My heart started pounding as I scrolled through them. News headlines, with pictures and Tweets. “Senator Rivera’s daughter sold to Sicilian mafia boss Azrael Valenti.” “Who is Celeste Rivera? The senator’s scandalous secret.” #MafiaPrincess #RiveraDeal #AzraelValenti There were photos too. Me in the gardens. Me standing on the balcony. Me getting into Azrael’s car. All over the internet. “Oh my god.” My throat went dry. Enzo took a step back. “Celeste, I didn’t—”

Stefan’s right hand began to find its way to my breasts and he started smooching. “Stefan.” I said softly, to his ears. “Yes?” He responded in a way that signified that he was turned on. “Don’t you think we should move somewhere else?” “Alright.” Stefan said, then carried me, into our tent. He looked at me, with those seductive eyes, and slowly moved on top of me. We kissed again, and then he began to undress me, leaving me stark naked as he was. Stefan used his right hand to fondle my breasts while he kissed me sweetly, and slowly. I gasped in pleasure and wanted more of this.

My fated mate wants my body and soul… but he still calls me by his missing wife’s name. ____ Framed by her best friend. Rejected by her groom. Cast out by her pack, Savannah’s world shatters. Until Xavier, the Alpha of Alphas, finds her. From the moment their bond ignites, it’s raw and addictive. He touches and kisses her like he can’t breathe without her. But he believes she’s someone else—his missing wife. His daughter calls her “Mommy.” And the mate bond burns hotter than she ever imagined. Savannah has secrets. A past she’ll never speak of. She swore no man would ever own her again. So why does her soul beg to be his?

My heart raced as I flipped through the pages, scanning for anything that matched what Mama had told me. And then I saw it. A name. A description. Details that lined up perfectly. My hands shook as I traced the words on the page. There was no doubt in my mind. This was him. Alpha Salvatore of the Moon Blood pack . Clutching the book to my chest, I took a deep breath. I had to find him. I need to know him and if he’s willing for me to claim his last name. With one last glance around the library, I slipped out, my mind made up.

He is standing close to me which made me aware of his body heat affecting my senses. "Do you want to rest?" he asked softly. His voice carried none of the tension that had surrounded him earlier with Stefi, yet something had sharpened inside it. It suddenly made me realize that I had been standing here for quite a while. I did not need to ask what had passed between them. I could see it in the way he stood, unburdened and yet more dangerous for it. I let my gaze drift across the room first, careful, and deliberate. Salvatore was already leaving through the grand doors with the man he had been drinking with. Laura followed, her hand brushing his arm with casual possession. The unfamiliar woma

“She is an Elven slave and as of right now, she is under Salvatore protection. Unless you have a problem with that Arcano.” “Not at all my Darling Tesoro.” “Very well since everyone is now on the same page let's have dinner.” I quickly walked away from the group of people and made my way into the dining room. I sat down on a chair and pulled my phone from my pocket. I answered some emails regarding Brax. Many interested buyers wanted to know how much he was on sale but I wouldn't sell my product before it was ready. “Tesoro, I figured you would be in the Music room. Playing the grand piano.” My father commented as he sat at the head of the table.

His hands slowly worked under my gown, and felt my wet mound; aching and quivering. Dying to be touched by his powerful and skilled hands. His lips traveled down my chin to my neck peppering hot kisses and placing his hickeys across to whoever sees it will know whom I belong to. Not for long an inner voice chips but whatever. Salvatore has made it clear for as long as the contract is valid I belong to him and no hot blooded male has the right to be an inch close.

Hello! So, Alpha Marcel will have it's own separate book for those who love standalone books, for those who like to keep going with longer books, you can continue the book through Alpha Salvatore (No need to buy the same book twice). I'll have the free chapters of Marcel free here as well. So, without furtherado, let's go! Synopsis: “I, Lia Volkov, reject you…” “You’re being serious right now?” He asked, stopping her. “Do I look like I’m joking?” She asked, her eyes hardening. “I am going to reject you… and you, Alpha, are going to accept it…”