Vox X Ike Fanfic Novels & Stories

Zara's POV My breath caught in my throat. His finger traced the seam of my shorts, slow and deliberate, pressing just enough to make my hips jerk forward involuntarily. A soft, traitorous whimper escaped before I could trap it. Ike’s lips curved—barely a smile, more a predator’s satisfaction. “Still lying to yourself?” he murmured against my ear, voice rough like gravel. I wanted to shove him. To scream that he was wrong, that this was nothing, that Isaac was the one who mattered.

Xavier leaned forward, his hot breath fanned my ear as he spoke in a husky voice. "Looking for this, love?" ~~~❤~~~ End of second chapter. Thank you guys. If you like my story please vote for my story to show your appreciation. Love you guys.💞

“I’m waiting for my bride, the one, not some stripper who’s been fucked by half the men in the lower circles.” “And in the meantime? You’ll tear this one apart? Xena has already suffered enough.” “That’s her problem,” I said flatly. Viktor didn’t speak after that. He sat back in his seat, looking out the window. I could feel his disappointment, but I didn’t care. Minutes passed and the road stretched ahead like an endless tunnel. Finally, I swerved sharply and pulled into a dark lot behind an old brick building. The neon sign above flickered weakly.

“You mean biblically?” “No,” Ice growled, all joking manner gone now. “No. I mean that I know you’re the kind of woman who fucking stands in front of a speeding van to protect a little girl, at huge risk to herself. I know that you’re the kind of woman who, after she comes to in a hospital bed covered in bandages and braces, asks about that little girl before she asks about herself. I know that you’re the kind of woman who gets a broken neck, and can hang tough about it. You’re fucking brave, and strong, and fierce… and I’m the asshole who had you alone and in my arms, dozens and dozens of times, and never once asked you if you like wine, and if so, what color. Where you grew up. Your favori

Warning : This content may not be suitable for young age below 16. You may skip the mature content in this chapter. Dhaxzy's POV "I thought Icki will be the one that will pick me up." I stated while sulking. I am not saying that I do not want to be with Tatsu but I want to be with Icki more than them. "Xzy–" I glared at Tatsu that made him to shut his mouth. I do not want to hear his voice either.

The soft hisses of air told Ike when he hit the right spot. "Can I keep going?" Ike asked. "Please," JP said solemnly. "You can do this to me whenever you want." Tugging JP down to the floor in front of the glass, Ike straddled the alien's waist. He set his hands on either side of JP's head and pressed his cock to the warm skin of JP's abs. He waited until the Dagerstanteen presented his sex organ again. Once more, Ike stared at the mouth tube, and once more, JP closed his eyes. With deliberate movements, Ike covered the flesh with sloppy wet kisses until JP shook under him. His tentacles wrapped around Ike, holding him as if he would run away.

He rolls his shoulders back, resting his hand casually on the IV pole as if it’s a hockey stick. “I just came back from the deathland,” Dominic purrs, his voice dropping into a dirty, dangerous whisper that makes my stomach flip. “Fucked one of their girls on my way back. Death’s hole is pretty tight. You don't mind a vacation, do you?” Ray gasps behind us. Angela steps back, her eyes blinking as she tries to look away. On the other hand, my heart hammers against my ribs like a trapped bird. Once again, I’m standing between the Evil Kane and the Crazy Kane. The exact same way I was right before the world went black in the basement. But then, something wasn't adding up… inside my head... Wait