Gwain Saga Fanfic Novels & Stories

"You are my whore. Don't you understand? I will do with you as I like till you birth my heir." My muscles are tense from listening to this garbage spew from his mouth. I close the distance between us and stare straight into his sharp green eyes. "Then fucking put the heir in me. You're having fun with this aren't you? If you were serious about getting me pregnant, you'd have done so by now!" Liam leans down so our faces are almost touching- so I can feel that familiar brain numbing spark. "You're right, Gwen. I like this. I absolutely enjoy seeing a rogue lose all their rights and so called freedom."

He came out from behind the barrel and introduced himself to the witch. -I am Gawain, the younger son of the great magician. I am here because the firebird told me you had an excellent horse. I am willing to accept the deal for the horse. - The witch opened a strange smile and clapped her hands in excitement when Gawain accepted the contract. - What an honor, what an honor, young man. Come with me, I'll introduce you to the house. The witch took the boy's hand and showed him the kitchen, the living room, the garden, the room where the boy would stay and even the basement and basement of the house.

But just like Zuri, Gwen had rewritten the story in her head, turned a complicated marriage into nights of sex and hanging onto promises Jax had never made. "You're talking as though Jax forced himself upon you," I said carefully. "Didn't you also consent to it?" Gwen flinched. "That's not—I'm not saying he forced me. I'm saying he led me on. He made me think there could be something between us." "Did he? Or did you hope there could be?" "You don't understand," Gwen said, frustration sharpening her voice. "You're a priestess. You don't know what it's like to want someone and have them choose someone else. Someone lesser."

And as I watched him spar with the others, his movements fluid and powerful, I knew one thing for certain: the Moon Goddess had chosen well. ~ Lucian’s POV The days following that kiss with Gwen were a haze of conflicting emotions. I threw myself into work, training, and the responsibilities of leadership, hoping the chaos of my duties would drown out the pull of the bond. But the harder I tried to resist, the more it consumed me.

Gwen must have sensed the question in my head, so she began to explain. I realized how murky and fully messed up her life had become. “So you married your brother-in-law instead?” I said, eyes bulging. I really do not think that it was possible for me to be this shocked, but I was. Totally. “Accidentally. And technically, I was married to Damon on paper. In reality, it was Damian.” “Don’t tell me you had s*x with both men?” I asked when I could not take it anymore. It was mind-boggling. Gwen does have a very colorful life, indeed.

His movements are slow and deliberate, as if wanting us to wait for him. Does he really not get it? I ask Perrin. He has to know who he’s talking to. Oh, he does. He’s just not happy about the choice he had to make. “If you’re talking about me, I may as well be let in on it all. Besides, I kept up my end of the bargain.” Gowan finally turns to us, his eyes a bright gold. My breath catches, forgetting and realizing all at the same time that I should have expected this change in appearance. “After all, it’s the least you can do for wrecking my knee, don’t you think?”

Realizing that I may control the flame but so does the beast that is so thirsty for her death. "Cerberus no," Cyrus pants out and my trek to Gwen stops. Snarling at her one last time we switch direction to our mate that now risks silver poisoning him. Before I make it halfway there the dagger is gone and Cyrus is healed his brothers helping him to his feet. He comes to me and places his hand on my cheek the embers dying there and flesh returning. Our foreheads connect and bodies press flush against one another. His warm soft lips brush mine in a feather-light kiss before a loose top is pulled over my head and I grab the shorts from Kendrick pulling them on. Taking a deep breath I finally tur

“No, no, not now. You’ll cum only when I tell you to.” “Do you understand me?” She lifted a stern gaze to me. “Yes,” I bit out, groaning when her mouth covered my cock. Gwen sucked my cock like she was being paid a large sum to, worshipping every inch of my dick and lapping up the precum at the tip of it every time it dropped. Everytime I felt like I reached my climax, she would pause her movement and the cycle continued, torturous for me but satisfying for her. “Beg me Xavier, beg me for your release,” she hummed, leaning back with a wicked smile.

She shrugged. Was she really? “But it’s not over yet,” Matilda said. “Well, it will be. So, he got to know that the bond is not broken? And he tried to break it? That’s why I felt the pain?” Gwen asked. Matilda shook her head as she looked away. “Then?” Matilda didn’t reply for a moment but then sighed and looked back at her Alpha. “He tried to mark another female.” For a moment, Gwen thought the pain in her chest was back. There was a jolt of pure agony, just for a second, but then she reined control over herself, over her emotions.

I continued when they both went silent. "I'm pregnant with his child and I don't regret anything about our relationship. I love everything about him and nothing will stop me from being with him. Not even you." I said strongly. "I… I …. " Astrid was looking at both of us like we were deranged. "You are fired. I don't ever want to see your face here any longer. And you Charles, I'm so disappointed in you right now. News flash for the both of you, especially you Gwen, you two will never get to be together. I'll do whatever it takes to break you apart." She said with a final tone and walked out of the room angrily.