Vault 69 Fanfic Novels & Stories

The dark runic tattoos along his ribs flared with a blinding, golden heat that scorched right through the thin silk of my briefs. "You flipped me," Vaelin rasped, his voice dropping an octave into a low, feral vibration that shuddered straight through my pelvis. "I told you," I breathed, my small frame rising and falling as I fought for air, my eyes burning into his with absolute defiance. "I am not going back to the cellar." The fragile thread of our restraint didn't just snap; it disintegrated into ash.

“But someone left a backdoor.” “Convenient,” Sophia said. “Too convenient,” Kira added. With a hiss, the hatch opened inward, revealing a long vertical shaft with a steel ladder disappearing into blackness. Cold air belched from the depths, dry and stale. “Valentina,” Rafael ordered. “Take point. You and Kira.” The two women nodded, guns raised. One by one, the team descended into the underbelly of Site 6. --- Inside the Vault It was deathly silent.

Danny crashes against the wall with a thud, while I stood right before the lycan, trembling in all her anger directed right at me. “Get Orion!” I boomed, without taking my eyes off her. He nods. For the first time he didn’t refuse an order from me. My gaze glided across the cave and only then did I notice her ripped undergarment, and the torn dress she was wearing. Then my eyes moved to the half-undressed man who dropped dead before we got here. Vato growled the moment realization sinks in. He was trying to rape her. I clenched my fists by my sides, my own anger rising to the surface.

Vance Celeste was falling apart in my arms. Dean and July were having a forbidden affair, but what I was doing is far worse. I was thinking of my best friend’s daughter in ways I shouldn’t. The worst part of it, she calls me Daddy and it makes my dick so hard. If Dean knew she called me that, he’d kill me. I never had a thing for daddy kink. Hell, I never even thought of Celeste calling me that. Until one night, she did and I loved it. The thought has me wanting to take her to bed and I’m not talking about going to sleep. I want to tear her clothes off and rip her little panties off with my teeth.

I'm not sure if it's triumph or lust but I know it was nothing good. He takes my left hand, making me flinch at the contact as he slides the ring into my finger. The ring feeling too hot on my cold skin. Still focusing on the ring on my finger as a proof that this is some joke, Valtor's lips capture mine in a forceful and aggressive kiss. My wolf purrs at the contact against my will and it feels like that is the reaction he needs to let me go, casting that evil smile. “Mate” Kayla purrs

Vanessa said as she reached up and tucked his long blonde hair behind his ear. “Having a mate changed that for you. I thought it was good, but now I feel sorry for you. That stupid bond is manipulative and changes people into something they're not. I'm not a weak person! I've never been, but these past three weeks, this stupid thing turned me into something I'm not. Weak and pathetic! I'm done being controlled by it!” Vanessa said, and Aero's eyes widened when she extended her razor-sharp nail and tried carving the mark on her neck out in a scooping motion.

She wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me closer, and I could feel the heat radiating off her body. I paused for a moment, looking into her eyes, and I could see the trust she had in me. It fueled my need to make this unforgettable. "Vanessa," I murmured against her lips, feeling the intensity of the moment crash over us. She answered with another soft moan, and in that instant, I knew there was no turning back. This was our moment, and I was going to savor every second of it. * * * The sunlight streaming through the motel room curtains woke me up slowly. I squinted against the brightness, my eyes falling on the clock.

And she would tame it, for her mate, she will. She moved her hand further down until she held him. He was enormous in her hand—so hard, yet so silken that she just ran her thumb down him in wonder. He hissed, cock twitching as she brushed her thumb over the tip, a bead of pre-cum pearled from his swollen head. “I thought I’d escaped the last bubble you made,” Vaelen groaned. “This new ripple is trapping your scent too, you know. And it's driving me fucking crazy.”

“You’re bleeding again. You can’t walk.” “I have to,” he said. He locked eyes with her. “Victor has the chip. If he finds the vault and tries to open it, the whole building blows. Thousands of people die, June. And Leo’s in there.” June hauled Dante out of the boat. They waded through water, tunnel walls slick with slime. Something brushed past June’s leg—rat, fish, who knows—but she didn’t flinch. Tonight had thrown worse at her. They came to a heavy iron door. June gripped the wheel and turned it with everything she had. It opened with a screech, echoing down a long, bare concrete hallway.

He made a snapping motion with his jaw, his baby fangs poking out just enough to catch the yellow light of the bedside lamp. I closed the leather-bound book with a heavy, deliberate sigh that vibrated deep in my throat. I missed Vanessa. I missed my daughter with an intensity that bordered on physical ache, mostly because she possessed the supernatural patience required to deal with this relentless little terror, while I was accustomed to giving orders that were followed without endless cross-examination. "The stag was wise, boy," I grunted, setting the book on the nightstand. "Now lie down and close your eyes, or I'm going to tell the kitchen staff to stop putting honey in your oat porridge