Yuri Briar X Reader Novels & Stories

"But she isn't the one I've been enjoying and entertaining last night or any night." "Truly?" Reginald grumbled. "Then perhaps I should come fetch you to see who your bed mate truly is." "That's not necessary," he growled out. "You don't have to..." His words drifted as Briar peered out at him from the bathroom. His teal eyes immediately snapped to her amethyst ones before they traveled up and down her body finally getting a full lookover of her outfit and hair. She was dressed differently. She was elegantly stylish and feminine, but she still was still undeniably her. Desire flared up within him. A hint of a predatory smile tipped the corners of his mouth. He wanted nothing more to peel all

Briar Hale knelt before three hundred witnesses and watched her fated mate reject her for the one thing she could never change. Too heavy. Too much. Not built for a throne. What Alpha Prince Ronan Ashguard did not say was the truth: a blood oath forced his hand, and the alternative was watching his own mother destroy her. Briar does not wait around to find out. She walks into the arms of a rival Alpha who sees her Ironback strength as a gift, not a flaw, and builds a life on land that was never meant to want her. But a rejected bond does not die quietly. It claws back through both of them, one broken rule at a time, while a war neither chose creeps closer to the one thing they still sh

he swore and closed his eyes. ★★★★ Brianna just finished doing laundry and was hungry. “I'm tired of having pizza” she complained to Riley who was busy chatting away. She got no response. “Lee?” She called. “Um?” Riley responded absent mindedly. Brianna exhaled and plunged into her own bed. ‘She must be chatting with someone important’ she thought and started scrolling through I*******m. She came across the Frostborne page and smiled. It reminded her of Derek. Brianna wondered what he was doing and how he was spending his weekend.

She could feel the pulse in her throat, in her fingertips, in places that had no business responding to words that sounded like a joke. Zara smelled like shampoo and perfume and something warm and infuriatingly feminine. Bri could barely breathe. Every cell in her body begged to respond. To flip the girl beneath her. To pin her down and whisper that she didn’t need fangs to take control. Instead, she inhaled slow and deep—kept her hands still—and tilted her head just slightly, lips barely parted. “Bite me,” she whispered, voice low, dark, daring. The air between them crackled. A suspended breath. A decision unmade.

Then when the oxygen ran out, his lips slipped down to her jaw and ultimately her neck as he nibbled a path along her collarbone. Raven moaned low and moved her head to the side giving him greater access to where he wanted to be. Slipping even lower, his lips closed over her hard nipple poking through her shirt. Raven gasped and grabbed the back of his head pressing him closer. Yuri dropped his hand down to the back of her skirt and caught the hem. Raising it, he pressed his hand closer to her heat. He groaned against her skin when he felt the wet warmth between her legs. His cock twitched as two of his fingers delved under the edge of her panties and plunged into her core.

she mumbled into the fabric. Carl picked up the pillow, dropped it on the couch, and went into the shower. The sound of running water filled the room. While he was showering, Bria reached for her phone. She opened it and saw hundreds of text messages from Myra, Melissa, and her other friends. She quickly opened Myra’s chat. Bria: Has the Lycan King ever proposed marriage to you before?

Before I can answer, her friend Maya beats me to it. "Well, I think it's both. And there's nothing wrong with it since you don't share blood relation." She shrugs. "I've been reading a novel about such relationships, and I completely love the story between Brian and Nila. The title is Forbidden desire by author Muse. It gives an in that it's more than just forbidden situations, besides, we werewolves can't choose who our mate is, there's no way i would give up on a once in a lifetime thing like that."

Shaking my head, I object. “No, your list is boring, so I’m just generally searching the internet.” I shrug my shoulders like it is nothing. I am reading up on BDSM at least, or somewhat ‘submissive’ and looking through photos. “Really?” He laughs and sits next to me, handing me my food.“Reading anything interesting?” He smiles at me, peaking at the laptop. “Everything is interesting. I read more about being a submissive; seems very much like me.” I smile. I know I am a submissive. The way I am with Jackson proves it. He shakes his head at me. Is that because I said everything is interesting?

That’s where the head of the bratva and my hero live. ‘Do you think we would’ve fallen in love if we met under normal circumstances?’ ‘I’d always fall in love with you.’ Anya’s mouth finds mine, and time falls away. Our souls connect, and we become one. Love doesn’t begin to describe what I feel for her. Anya is my beginning and my end. She’s my forever and always. My soulmate. XXX The Present - Three years later… Anya Santini de Luna POV Locking the door of my bookstore, I walk to the back, where Xander Marc Vincent is napping.

she panted, her hands tangling in his hair, pulling him into a bruising kiss. “Tell me you want my cock now, Ari,” he demanded, his breath hot against her lips, his eyes burning with intensity. Ariana stared up at him, her gaze heavy with lust. “I want your cock inside me now, Alex,” she said, her voice steady despite the ache between her thighs. “I want you to fuck me hard until I cum all over you.” Alexei’s jaw dropped, his expression a mix of shock and arousal. “Jesus, Ari—what the fuck.”