Taming Killian Black Novels & Stories

Stella shot him a sideways glance and said, "While I don't want to discourage you, I have to remind you that you're on my family's blacklist. When I mentioned your name during our reunion, it was met with silence. Plus, Trevor texted me yesterday, asking about my type in men, and claimed he had many quality options for me to choose from. He even said that none are less superior than you. Do you realize how much they dislike you? I haven't even gotten fully acquainted with my family yet, and you want me to introduce you to them? I don't think it's respectful to do that." Keegan looked at her with a sad expression and did not say a thing. Stella pushed him toward the room while reassuring him,

Knight's lips hearing that. "Good. You just follow my order. I will help you with everything. Here." Me. Knight passed her a Black card. "It has an unlimited amount. You can use it as much as you please. Make me happy and be happy." Saying that he patted her shoulder and left his study leaving Lauren alone there.

And literally had to haul her tongue back into her mouth. Killian Walker was dressed all in black again, this time in an embroidered Western shirt and dress jeans, spit-shined black leather boots, and yet another black Stetson. Heat blazed in those onyx eyes. Between her thighs, an insistent throbbing let her know she was just as affected as he was. Damn!

"Y-yes!" Kayden sits down and puts his arms around my waist as he pushes harder and deeper. He bites my neck and lets out a loud groan when he reaches the climax. Soon after, I cum too. "Fuck, baby," Kayden passes out on the chair and pulls me next to him. "You're incredible." I giggle and rest my head above his chest, "Now, I understand why you're called Black Tiger."

Quickly, the three of us turned around only for our eyes to meet a naked Killian with long hair that reached his shoulders. I gasped, “Killian?” Then I noticed his nails stained with blood. I was lost for words. “What have you done?” Ciro asked Killian. He ignored us and walked to his wardrobe to take an overgarment to cover his nakedness. “They were thieves stealing from our farmlands,” Killian said. Then a maniacal grin spread across his face, “I slaughtered every last one of them.” “What the fuck?” Ciro rushed up to him, “Dude, you took innocent lives. Why did—”

She nodded her head over to Killian and we once again returned our gaze to the Boss. Killian didn't say anything for a few moments. He continued taking a sip of the coffee from the mug, and the living room went as quieter than it should. Was he pissed? I don't give a fuck if he was anyway—they called mortals slaves, even though I would have to agree some humans were disgusting, no way would I be called a fucking slave! "Ronan," Killian called as he slowly took the mug away from his lips. "Do you want to go to hell again to experience how it feels to burn?" His gaze was on the guy on his left side.

He had midnight-black hair and lethal, glowing amber eyes that swept over the crowd with absolute boredom. A faint, rugged scar ran along his jawline, a reminder of his dangerous time ruling the lawless offshore networks. It was Killian Blackwood—Cassian's exiled older brother, the true, feared Lycan Alpha of the Shadowlands. My heart skipped a beat, a wicked smile finally touching my lips. My perfect weapon, and my true fated match, had just arrived.

“You want to join your friends?” Evan blinked in surprise at her hostility. “Sure,” He waited for her to make the first move. She didn’t disappoint, aiming for his stomach, which he blocked smoothly. He continued to deflect her attempts, never once moving to hit her. His actions and her failed efforts only enraged her more, causing her to become sloppy in her movements. Evan saw his opportunity and took it. He put his foot behind both of hers and brought her down onto the mat easily. Kat’s hair had loosened in the process and now lay in a black cloud around her face. Evan stared down at her, surprise evident on his face.

"If you don't crave the attention of men, tell me exactly what you were doing in the arms of that bloody asshole." He was talking about Kaiser Black. My brain registered, but my eyes were round and unmoving from Killian. I had never seen him so angry like this, not even when he had the warriors lock me up in the dungeon. I admit that I had always done my best to frustrate him just as much as I was frustrated, but this wasn't my doing at all. Killian was literally on fire, and his flames were directed at me, threatening to burn me. I should have been scared, but insanely I wasn't. I had gone crazy. Killian had finally succeeded in driving me crazy.

She wouldn't let him see her struggle. Killian walked into the room, and the temperature seemed to rise ten degrees. He wasn't wearing a shirt. His chest was a map of muscle and scars, reminders of the wars he had fought to become the Alpha of the Blackwood Pack. “The King’s men don't fight fair, Faith” Killian said, his voice echoing against the stone walls. They won't wait for you to find your magic. If they get close, you need to know how to break a windpipe or snap a wrist.