Will Solace X Reader Novels & Stories

His little hand squeezed the soft flesh beneath it when his mate finally started to stroke him…but as soon as she started, she had to stop…for from behind them came the sound of the meat they were roasting crumbling right into the fire. His mate turned towards it, groaning angrily as her hand let him loose and she rose to her feet, turning her back to him as she walked over to the fire. She stopped mid-way. “Verya…my name is Verya.” Verya…? What a fitting name Sathe thought as he put away his hard member…trying his hardest to bury a desire that wasn’t at all fulfilled… But could he?

I got there. Pulled her out and laid her down and her face was completely still. The rejection mark was visible even in the dark — black veining spread across her chest and shoulder in a pattern that had gotten worse, so much worse, since the last time I'd seen it, and I pressed my hands to her sternum and pushed. "Sloane." Nothing. "Sloane." I pressed again. Tilted her head back. My mouth on hers. Breathing in. Come on. Come on…

After giving up on research, I had every intention of enjoying a romance novel in the library for the rest of the day, but when Xavier came in the library looking for me, I knew from the look on his face that he had other plans. He had reached out his hand requesting to read the page I was on. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out that I was reading a particularly spicy scene. My flushed face gave everything away. Xavier’s nostrils flared as he finished reading the page I was on. In the book the main characters were fucking on the floor of the library when another male character joined them. They filled two of her holes and plowed into her in the middle of the stacks. “I can smell

She really didn't want to look Xelle in the face or it would hurt her even more. "Lucette." Xelle grabbed Bridgette's fingers soulfully. "I did a DNA test." He began to swallow harshly. "And Acampeliaz... she's mine." . . . Bridgette and Xelle's problem is just a side story of the book 'Brother Luck(not)'. No need to worry at completely.

And from the way Miles's fists curl, whoever that is, isn't on our level. The light hits his figure, and his dark red eyes are the first thing I spot. “Impossible” the word leaves Miles’ mouth like a misplaced thought. A scent hits like a cold rush, and the growl within me coils my heart. That's when I realise the cause of the commotion in my chest. That scent… belongs to an Alpha! He steps fully into light, right beside Sage. And the first words that leave his mouth… “Adrian sends his regards.”

And then I saw her. Solene walked in, hand in hand with Wesley, and my heart stopped. She was even lovelier than I remembered, but the look of shock on her face when her eyes met mine was unmistakable. She hadn't been expecting me. She hadn't been prepared. Neither was I. I couldn't turn away from her. My whole body was crying out that she was mine. But she was his now. I curled my fists, setting a polite face as I saluted Wesley, who obviously was unaware of the storm raging below.

JASMINE " I hate that there's no TV here" I say " Or phone and maybe internet " Sloane whispers. " Maybe I can ask Xavier to install at least a one of them so we can catch up on love island and distract ourselves with Diego's muscles" I wiggle my brows at her. " That would be nice " She says almost inaudibly giving me a weak smile. Sloane wasn’t herself anymore. She hadn’t been since the confrontation between she and Xavier when we were still in the infirmary, Ever since the moment she whispered rejection to the one fate chose for her, she had slowly withdrawn herself.

I want you to cum. I want your legs to shake. I want your throat to go dry. I want your whole body to pulse with it. I want you to feel everything I felt when he buried himself so deep inside me I forgot I ever existed without him.Scream into your pillow and beg the universe to send you your own Damon Thornvale. And when you’re done? Come back. Because this story isn’t finished. Not even close. Click on the next chapter and watch me walk into that pack meeting like the Luna I was born to be.

She was the reason for Vicente's rebellious attitude. “What kind of bloody relationship do they have?” I couldn't help but ask aloud as I remembered the scene from the dining the other time. “They were so sweet to each other…” I muttered slowly to myself as Alec shriveled in disgust. “What is it, Alex?” I asked my wolf. “I think she likes Vicente too,” he replied quickly, as if he had been wanting to say that. “Do you feel better anytime I’m mad?” I said through the mind link. “C’mon, they were all sweet and—”

Xavier murmured, his voice thick with a deep, fiercely supportive admiration. "And you?" Selah asked, her gaze tracing the sharp, rugged lines of his jawline. "You have the dynasty, yet you look at your own castle like it's a cage." Xavier let out a low, humorless chuckle, taking a slow sip of his whiskey. "Because it is. Every contract, every merger, every dinner party is just another gilded bar keeping me locked into what my family expects. But when I'm with you..." He paused, his dark eyes burning with a sudden, raw passion that made Selah’s breath catch in her throat. He reached across the small table, his large, warm hand covering hers, his thumb gently tracing the soft skin of her wris