Wolverine X Reader Lemon Novels & Stories

I whispered. “You’re getting good at that Leah”. Jacob smirked. I wasn’t so sure. His body was still tense. As he took a step forward I placed myself in front of him. “Babe”. I whispered placing my hand on his cheek. His eyes locked with mine, the brown coming back, the black disappearing. “You’re mine”. He whispered. “I know. Wait a minute”. The penny dropped. He was her mate, did she tell him about werewolf straight away? Did he freak out like I did?

he asked as he released his aura, to make sure he wouldn't lie, and strangely, Alpheus answered him very comfortably "Are you crazy Xavier, I only love one person and that's Emala. She's the only werewolf in my heart. Luna is like a sister and a leader to me." He paused for a while, before embracing Xavier, this time firmly, to convey his sincere feelings towards him, as he said cheerfully. "But if you do something that hurts her, I will not hesitate to take her, and run away with her. I accompanied Emala to a place that you Xavier will never reach,"

For god sake, my Lycan was meeting her for the first time. "What is there to remember?" I asked my Lycan through mind link but he ignored me again. Idiot. Lycan approached Luna slowly but she quickly took a step backwards. I felt rejected and hurt but my Lycan was more hurt than me. "You are Xavier's umm wolf?" She questioned. "Lycan" He corrected her.

**Elena** “Lira, you’re such a damn flirt.”I muttered under my breath. Why was she wagging her tail like that? Acting like Xavier was the sun and she was a flower? I shook my head, trying to stay focused. “Control yourself, girl.” I was trying to be cautious. But my stupid wolf had other ideas. I stole a glance at Xavier…well, at his wolf. Strong. Soaked in rain. Golden-brown fur shining under the moonlight. His eyes, sharp and focused, were staring right at me.

he said, his voice low and inviting. Arianna’s heart fluttered at the suggestion, and she could already feel the anticipation building in her chest. She watched as Xavier shed his shirt, revealing the broad expanse of his muscular chest. His wolf Gray stirred within him, eager for the closeness to Arianna’s wolf, Aurora. The bond between them seemed to pulse in the air, alive with an undeniable heat that neither could ignore. With a small smile, Arianna began to slip out of her own clothes, letting them fall to the floor in a soft pile. The warmth of the bathroom combined with the way Xavier’s eyes roamed over her body sent a shiver of excitement coursing through her.

Lucianne whispered angrily but she didn’t have the strength to retract her hand so Xandar held onto it with ease. He smiled sadly but said nothing. Then, he lifted up his own arm, and with his canines, tore his skin there with force. Blood started trickling from his self-inflicted wound. The sight made Lucianne flinch a little. Furrowing his eyebrows in concern, Xandar glanced at Lucianne before he extended one of his claws, and scratched a fine line on her palm. Blood started trickling from that area, and Xandar placed her bleeding palm on his already-healing bleeding arm. Both Lycans and werewolves have quick healing abilities, with Lycans normally healing faster than wolves. In a low but

“This poison causes hallucination, where the victim sees the worst, of course it has limits. Once the wounds heal it will stop, for a lycan it takes a whole day. For werewolves, two to four days depending on their rank to heal completely” he said calmly. Lucian frowned, it shouldn't be that serious but she belongs to none of the categories, he closed his eyes for a moment shaking his head softly. The physician nodded. “You know it” he said, causing Lucian to stare at him, “You know her condition” the Physician shook his head once “No, she is the one you speak of, the Wolfless one with scent, right?” He asked calmly even though he knew the answer.

His hands are clenched into fists at his sides, shaking with the effort of not moving. I can't think. Unable focus. My body is moving on instinct, reaching for the closest one, Luciano . My fingers dig into his shirt, clawing at fabric and the muscle beneath. He catches my wrists, holding them away from him, but I'm already leaning in, pressing my face against his throat, breathing in his scent. Pine and night air and something dark that makes my wolf howl inside my skull. "Amaya." My name on his lips sounds like a prayer and a warning. "You need to stop."