Thor Loki Ao3 Novels & Stories

They were all over the place as he pushed his tongue inside, bit on the sensitive skin before licking the same spot, making me shudder with equal parts pain and pleasure. “Ahhh” I cried, and I could not stop my core from throbbing with need. I felt the orgasm building up and no matter how much I told myself that I would not give in so easily, there was just something about this sexy Lycan that made me forget all the resolve as soon as he turned into the dominant beast. My muscles clenched, and I felt it increasingly difficult to sit straight, my palms were sweaty and I believe my entire being was dangling somewhere in between anticipation and the blissful pain that followed shortly after.

I hate the fact that I got pregnant by some numerous Lycans that happen to be mated to me. The moon goddess is insane, mating me to more than two persons is foolish, I twirled to the other side of my bed, restlessly grabbed my hair, a loud and frustrating scream escaped my lips, tears rolling down my eyes. I don't care how possible it is to have three mates but I won't be the girl that's going to live on the same roof with three men.

His long cock slid home easy, lubricated by Riven's release, the piercing at his tip dragging deliciously against my walls. 'Ride me, Liora. Show us how much you love being ours.' I did, grinding down, breasts bouncing as I set the pace. His hands gripped my hips, guiding, hazel eyes locked on mine. 'So beautiful, glowing for us. But no one else gets this.' He smacked my ass lightly, the echo mixing with the surf. Thorne knelt behind, fingers gathering our mixed slick to tease my ass. 'Time to worship every hole.' He pressed in slow, the stretch burning sweet as he sank deep.

He suddenly leaves without any words. Each of us were throwing glances at each other while Chelsea pulled a long face. She sighed and stood up to then chase Logan. “I can smell a love quarrel.” Said Loki. Thore and the rest of us chuckled.

She adored what it meant to be a lupus garou: the intensity of their passion, their unbreakable link that was greater than their familial one, and their insatiable desire. Darien moaned, filling her womb with his hot seed as orgasmic convulsions rocked her body and swept through her like an errant tidal wave. “Thor almighty,” he said. He rested heavily on her for a brief period of time, breathing heavily and their hearts racing furiously. He huskily remarked, trying to remove his weight from her, “Life will never be the same,” but she clung to him tightly. I’ll destroy you. His pupils grinned. I want you to hold on to me forever because you feel so good against me.

“Alright, Noah. You have my permission. Do it.” Noah stepped forward, his gaze locking with Otsana’s. She seemed to understand what was happening, and after a moment, she gave a small nod. “Go ahead,” she whispered, her voice weak but steady. Noah took a deep breath, his voice trembling slightly as he spoke. “I, Noah Ashford, Lycan King, reject you, Otsana Grey, as my mate.” The words hung in the air, heavy and final. Otsana winced slightly, her hand clutching her chest, but she didn’t cry. Instead, she looked up at Noah with a calm determination. “Thank you,” she said softly.

ATHENA'S POV When he left, I felt so miserable. It felt like my life was finally crumbling down in pieces. The everlasting darkness surrounding me made it even more so miserable. My tears were hot against my cheeks as they refused to stop. I didn't want to cry, nor did I want to feel pathetic, but I couldn't help it. I could endure Lorrie, and Ragas. I was used to them but with the Lycan Alpha… it was different. I didn't know the worst he could do but I already knew the worst Lorrie could do. I didn't know to what extent he and his so-called lover could go. I had waded in waters I wasn't familiar with.

Her heart was restless and worried, fearing the worst. Everyday, she dreads that she will hear bad news about him because he is always doing something dangerous. As the Head of the Slorian Army, Leo is in constant danger. No matter how composed Aria keeps herself from the outside, she is anxious and wretched on the inside because Leo is always occupying her mind.

I squirm, trying to escape the sensation, and my embarrassment, but Thor growls again, low and firm, his dark eyes locking onto mine. The shame settles deeper, a heavy weight in my chest. I’m naked, exposed in every way—physically, emotionally. Thor’s tongue is relentless, The jasmine scent wraps around me, mingling with Thor’s earthy presence, and his coffee and leather scent. It’s too much—too raw, too intimate. I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to shut it all out, but the sensation of Thor’s tongue on my skin is impossible to ignore. He finishes with a final, lingering lick, then settles his head heavily on my thigh… right fucking next to my cock. Fucking hell!

He hummed at the touch and flipped me over. "Was last night not enough for you." He smirked. "I will never get enough of you Mr. Thorn." I saw a flash in his eyes. I had forgotten how much he loved me calling him that. With a swift move his hand was between my legs tracing circles on my most sensitive spot. I threw my head back into the pillow moaning. I couldn't take it any longer, I pushed him off me and tossed him to the side. I straddled him and hovered myself over his erection. I rubbed myself up and down him.