Stefan Salvatore X Reader Novels & Stories

She just stopped after reading Keiran's text. But I'm angry that he did this. He invaded my privacy. What if Kye had texted at that period? Or what if he wandered far to the app that I use in talking to Kye? What would have happened then? “You really need to stop all this Keiran. I don't like this.” I hiss, dropping my phone noisily on the counter as Keiran walks into the kitchen. He has an apron wrapped around his neck and his hair is styled backward. The scar on his face makes him look like a dangerous mafia chef who's going to the kitchen to chop off the bodies of his victims into tiny pieces. He looks hot and I'd like it if this hot mafia chef fucks me. I shake my head, reminding myself

My chest rose and fell in uneven gasps, but Tyler kept ministering to it with lips and—and teeth. “Tyler,” I moaned, tipping my head back. “Mine. My… My… the one who saved me.” My voice broke on the name I claimed for him. “Mine.” Tyler’s arms wrapped around me, pulling me flush against him. “Don’t put me on a pedestal, Steph.” He breathed a laugh, then hummed. “I know you said no fire talk, but if the world burns around us, I’ll choose you. Always. I’ll always find you. You and I, Steph, my mate, my brave, Mine….”

I finally completed my statement, my voice a bit firmer, and he raised his eyes, releasing a deep breath. He tossed the document onto the sofa and took slow, deliberate steps over to me, something dark flashing in his eyes. His clenched fists, tight jaw, and brooding eyes, it was obvious that he was trying to hold back, and it did nothing but arouse me. Every step he took sent shivers down my spine, spiking my excitement and making my pussy drip juices that soaked my panties. The tension was thin, our lust was thick, and even though I hadn't put in an effort not to, I found myself craving for the man that I've been told to avoid.. a man rumored to be a heartless killer.

he blurts out suddenly. "What are you going to take off?" I ask without thinking. "My clothes, Estela... my clothes." Sam stands up and takes off his jumper. I can see more tattoos on his chest, defined muscles and some scars. Sweat runs down his neck, forming a trail to his abdomen. My eyes follow it, getting lost in his navel. A dampness runs through my body; I feel the floor move with every beat of my heart. My mouth is dry. "Last question, Estela... do you like me?"

“You lose.” His whole body jerked against the restraints. Behind me, Salvatore finally noticed the hammer in my hand. His brow lifted, that mix of surprise and what are you doing? written all over his face. I waved the hammer lightly in front of him, teasing. “Don’t look at me like that,” I said. “I can’t let you have all the fun.” Matteo barked out a laugh, sharp and unexpected. “Damn, Sara.” Salvatore didn’t laugh. He didn’t smile. He just stared at me like he wasn’t sure whether to kiss me or drag me out of the room. “I don’t want you to see this side of me,” he said quietly.

I was rambling and my words tripped over each other but he just smirked against me and went back in sucking lightly on my clit. I moaned and tried to muffle it with my arm. My legs shook around his shoulders. “Riven… it is too much. I cannot… how are you so good at this?” He hummed against me the vibration making me twitch. “Because I want to be. Want to make you come again. Want to ruin you for anyone else even if you keep pretending you hate me.” His tongue pushed inside me a little and I nearly lost it right there. “Asshole,” I whispered but it came out like a moan. I pulled his hair harder and he groaned. “You are enjoying this way too much. Acting all territorial like I am yours now jus

{Jokes on her if she thinks you are still going to make her your Luna,} I didn't heave a word m, he wanted to know what my thoughts were on these. Salvatore is a beast when it comes to killing what would intercept his plan. He never wanted to get to be his Luna ever since I had approved of it. But he acted ignorant and didn't disapprove, but ever since he got to know he had a mate. He completely reveals his resentment toward Brianna and only chooses the one who wants us dead. If Brianna isn't careful he might kill her without a second thought, so I need to change this conversation. {You're still not planning on making her your Luna are you?}

"No, she doesn't know." Travis's expression grew serious. "Fuck Alex! What the hell are you doing! Her scent is all over you." I stepped back, my hand clenching into a fist. "It's none of your fucking business," I ground out. "No? She's your fated mate, isn't she? A human!" Travis spat, shaking his head. "Keep your voice down," I warned, glancing around to ensure no one heard. The last thing we needed was for the human staff to catch wind of this.