Yasmine And Dimitri Novels & Stories

The sprawling city stretched out before them, glittering in the sunlight, while the desert beyond shimmered like gold. “It’s beautiful,” Celine said softly. “Not as beautiful as you,” Dimitri replied, standing close beside her. She turned to him, her eyes narrowing. “You really don’t hold back, do you?” “Not when it comes to you,” he said simply, his gaze steady and sincere. The day continued with a private yacht cruise along the Dubai Marina, where they dined on fresh seafood and sipped sparkling drinks as the sun dipped below the horizon. Dimitri was charming as always, making her laugh with his quick wit and teasing banter.

Eve rolled her eyes, "Anyways, I wanted to know if we could use the yacht in a few hours." I looked from her to Dimitri. Did this man have a look of hurt on his face? We locked eyes. I don't know if I was still horny or if it was the fire blazing, but it was hot. I licked my lips before looking back over at Zeus. "We as in?" Zeus implied. "Hell!" Eve grunted, "Me, Dimitri, and Reign!" "Hey, I thought I heard something," A deep voice echoed behind Dimitri. Dimitri's face went from sexual to excitement, followed by an embrace.

When the Omega asked if he could go find the piece of chicken they threw in the bush, that's when Dominic and Dimitri knew it was time to go in so they could make their mate more food. Dimitri pulled the last of the chicken out and laid it on a plate. As soon as he was done he turned the flame off and turned in his mate's arms. He couldn't wait to lay his hands upon him. Dimitri reached up, grabbing Dominic's face, and instantly felt the tingles dancing against his palms.

Dimitri stared at us like he was looking at a math problem that had suddenly started solving itself. Then he reached out, hooked two fingers in the front of my dress, and pulled me between his knees. “Say it again.” “I’m not leaving.” He looked at Katya. She stepped in until her hip touched mine. “Neither am I.” Dimitri let out a breath that sounded like it hurt. “Then take the dresses off. Both of you. We’re done with the part where I pretend this still has an exit.” We stripped. He didn’t make us kneel this time. He pulled Katya into his lap first, facing him, and pushed into her in one slow stroke while I watched. His forehead dropped to her shoulder.

I panted, chest heaving. The woman hid a laugh. "Uh-oh," Kat murmured. "Emily is in trouble." Dimitri grabbed me by the waist and pulled me off my feet. "Make sure you try the vatrushka," he said nonchalantly. "Leila makes the best." Louis gave Dimitri an indecipherable look before Dimitri swung me into his arms and carried me up the stairs. I could fight him, but now his masculine scent surrounded me and confused my senses. His warmth soaked into my skin, forcing the resistance to melt within.

I said coldly, cutting her off. If they thought Dimitri married a doll, they were mistaken. I turned slightly, letting my fingers trail across the table's surface. “Now,” I said. Bring breakfast for me,” They didn’t move at first. Then the youngest hurried off towards the kitchen, tripping over her skirt. It didn’t take long before I had food in front of me and I then started eating. “Where is Dimitri?” I asked suddenly, turning to one of the girls. “he had gone out earlier. He usually returns in the evening,” she stuttered out, trying her best to maintain control.

At a critical moment, Damien said in a faltering voice, “Please... let me be with Ciara. I love her, Lyra.” When God gave her a second chance, Lyra chose to turn away. No longer chasing Damien's love, she exchanged her marriage and chose Leonel Hastring as her husband. However, after losing Lyra, Damien instead realized that he had been misunderstanding his feelings all along. Unfortunately, Lyra had become another man's wife. Then, how could Damien win back Lyra's attention when the woman who had once always waited for him no longer wanted to look back at him?

I runned my fingers seductively through her long hair, while she kept staring at me. I felt she wanted the same thing I wanted. She felt the same bond too. I found my pair. I just couldn't wait to have her by my side. "My name is Derrick" I stretched my hands. "Jasmine Brooke" She shakes my hands. I took her already cold hands into mine and wasn't ready to let go. I wanted to be more than her mate. She smiled at me while gazing into my eyes, she saw me as her hero, I could tell.

For exactly two seconds nothing happened. Then Dimitri moved. His foot connected with the tall glass vase standing beside the console table and it exploded sideways, water and white flowers and broken glass scattering across the marble in a wide bright arc. The sound was sharp and sudden and total. The two maids who had been hovering near the kitchen entrance made themselves very small very quickly. Alexei stood still. "Get out," Dimitri said. His voice was the quietest it had been in the entire conversation, which made it the most dangerous it had been. "All of you. Out of my sight. Now."

Later that night, after the kids were finally in bed—still buzzing with excitement—Lyra and Dimitri stood in the nursery they’d never used, imagining it filled with soft colors and tiny clothes. “I never thought I’d get this,” Dimitri said quietly, arms around her from behind, hands resting protectively over her stomach. “A wife I don’t deserve. Kids who look at me like I hung the moon. Another one on the way. After all the blood and death… peace. Real peace.” Lyra covered his hands with hers. “You deserve it. We both do. The universe owed us after everything it took.” He turned her in his arms and kissed her with everything he had—gratitude, love, wonder, and the kind of devotion that survi