Carlisle X Reader Novels & Stories

He played with her clit and kissed her chest. Elise groaned as she felt her climax hit her hard and she buried her head in his neck. As her inner muscles gripped him excitedly as if milking him, Carl came with a loud grunt and Elise bucked as she felt his cock expand and began to jerk a hot spray inside and before she could stand, she felt his knot impale her.

“You proved me wrong before we even got started. Thought you said you were the best? Then how come you ran the second he showed his teeth?” Carl’s eyes flicker. “That’s why I’m here, Claire… Isabel.” He draws my name out carefully now, eyes narrowing, studying me. “Well,” he murmurs, “I never knew you had such an interesting connection with those people.” My eyes widen—just a bit. “What do you mean by that?” Carl scratches the bridge of his nose, raising a hand as if in surrender. He shrugs, that passive little tilt that says he knows more than he should.

I was doing this for them. “Aren’t you going to introduce us?” Hunter asked, his upper lip curling ever so slightly. He fought to maintain his mask of calm. “Oh, sure, all right!” Carl’s easy grin didn’t once waver. He spoke as if he’d just come to the realisation that the atmosphere was a little bit awkward, not as if he’d just been commanded by his Alpha. “This is our new doctor, Jane Ellis. And, as you can see, she is my girlfriend – and my mate.”

How he stripped away the defenses with nothing but a look and a well-placed question, as though he had catalogued my fractures before I had admitted they existed and was simply waiting for me to catch up. "He treats you well enough, I imagine," Carlisle continued, his voice thoughtful, almost clinical, turning the observation over the way you turn something to find its underside. "He provides. Purchases the correct things. Parades you at the appropriate functions. On paper, perfect husband, perfect wife." A pause, his cedar scent reaching me across the small table, mingling with coffee. "So why do you look like a woman who can't breathe?" My lungs seized. I pressed my nails deeper into my pa

I was surprised yet impressed how fast that lie bubbled out. "Okay..." Evan’s voice trailed off. "I’ll let you get back to it. I love you and I'll call you later." "Love you too." I hung up. "I didn’t know you were on a call," Carlisle said with a faux frown. "But if it means he breaks up with you and you’re single..." His grin was wicked. "I’m all for it." "You're a menace," I groaned, rolling my eyes. Carlisle was all charm and danger wrapped in a package that made it hard to hate him."I don’t flirt without intention," he said, pulling two plates from my cupboard as if he owned the place.

“If you doubt my authority to do so, I will gladly demonstrate why the Haunt are so feared.” Anger narrowed her eyes, and just a trace of doubt. He could see she was thinking, considering, and that was bad. If he let up now, she’d slide right back into her depression. “You don’t know me, woman,” he whispered harshly in her ear, careful not to touch her, but close enough to vibrate the fine sensors on her skin. “You don’t know what I’m capable of.” He gave her a couple of seconds to dwell on that and then lied through his teeth. “It’s no secret the Haunt male is excited by the sight of his lover’s blood. And charmers blood…” he let his voice drop an octave, savoring her heady scent. “...is sa

**Isa The break room was hot and steamy, but not because the coffee machine was busted. With the stairwell out of the question, Callan and I were back to our break room trysts. Callan's hands slid under my shirt. He thumbed the bare skin of my lower ribs. It was dizzying the way he overwhelmed my senses. One hand was sneaking slowly up my side, the other lightly massaging the nape of my neck, and his lips pressed firm but measured against my lips.

His expression remained carefully neutral, but I caught the brief flicker in his gaze. “More reading?” he asked, voice low and controlled as he stepped closer, stopping at his usual careful distance. I nodded, keeping my tone light. “She writes very well. I’ve become quite the fan lately.” Shawn’s eyes returned to the books for a moment. He tilted his head slightly, as if recalling something distant. “Carlisle Gallagher. Yes… she’s a beautiful author. Elegant prose. Sharp insight into power dynamics. I can see why her work appeals to you.”

“You think you can talk to me like that? Like I’m some conquest you can fuck into submission? Keep your hands and your filthy suggestions to yourself.” He chuckled, eyes dropping to my cleavage where my nipples had hardened into obvious points. “Your mouth says no but your body is begging for it, Isabella. I can see how hard your tits are for me right now. Bet your pussy is soaked too, dripping down those pretty thighs while you pretend to hate me.” I wanted to deny it but the ache between my legs was real and getting worse. I pressed my thighs together and shot back, “You’re disgusting. And delusional if you think I’d ever let you touch me.”

Am breathing like I just ran a marathon. "Words baby, talk to me" he mumbles teasingly drawing small circles on my clit and making my breathing turn shallow. Carl uses the pad of his fingers to spread my wetness all over my folds very sensually and so slow that I feel like crying. "Yes carl" I pant out and he smirks victoriously. "Then tell me, what you wish I should do to you," he says his fingers stopping their action and I whine in protest, making him chuckle instead.