Cassian Andor X Reader Novels & Stories

"you're mentioning the word see, as though you could actually see." "Arrrrrrrgh!" Malik growled in a menacing manner. "You're actually grating my nerves, right now, but for the sake of your late mate, Santan. I wouldn't punish your raunchy ass. I'll just… You know what, I'ma just leave you two, before I lose it, and do to you, what I'll later regret." ***** Cassandra's POV I was in my chambers, reading a novel written by Melinda Hill. I was so engrossed, in reading the masterpiece, that I found it hard to even get up from my bed.

Cassidy greeted, hugging Riko back. “Collin’s brain?” Justin laughed as he and Ben joined us. “Burn,” Elijah gave him a high five. “Hilarious guys,” I rolled my eyes. “That would imply he ever had one,” Cassidy scoffed. Nine years and she still cuts me. And I’m a twisted fuck cause I love her for it. “I love you too, babe,” I feigned offense. “Anyway,” Cassidy rolled her eyes. “We had an announcement to make,” Cassidy’s expression went serious.

She watched Anora support Nyssa’s arm and guide her away, leaving her dizzy, abandoned, blood dripping steadily onto the stone. Celeste was too weak to stand. Silent tears tracked down her cheeks as heavy footsteps approached. “Well, that was a hard watch,” Cassian’s voice rumbled beside her. He crouched, prosthetic hand gleaming dully in the torchlight, arms crossed over his chest. “Need help, or do I call the alpha…” “No—no, Anora might get in trouble.” “Even now you’re still thinking about her when she betrayed you. You’re insane. Why are you pretending to be so kind now when your kind don’t have a heart?” he muttered, voice rough. He slid an arm around her waist and lifted her effortless

I clutched my books tighter, kept my eyes on the ground, tried to breathe past the weight pressing down. “You know,” a smooth voice cut through, “the more you hunch like that, the more they’ll eat you alive.” I stopped dead. Cassian leaned lazily against the stone archway leading out of the hall, golden hair catching the lantern light, grin sharp enough to slice. He flicked a coin between his fingers like he had all the time in the world. I tightened my grip on my books. “What do you want?” “Want?” He pushed off the wall, falling into step beside me with too much ease. “Sweetheart, if I wanted anything, you’d already know. I’m offering you something.”

That, more than anything, made her throat tighten. “You’ll stay here,” she said quietly. “But we keep our distance. Got it?” Cassian nodded. “Got it.” That night, the bed was far too large for two people trying to pretend they didn’t notice each other. Cassian lay on the far side, a wall of pillows between them, reading something on his tablet. Eden turned out the lamp on her side. “What are you reading?” “Financial Times.” She laughed softly. “Of course you are.”

I screeched, one leg still perched on the wall, blasting him with water like some sort of spider with a gun. When I finally caught myself, realizing how cold the water was, I turned it off and put my leg down, focusing on trying to cover myself. “You crazy bastard, why are you still standing there? Just get out already.” I wasn’t going to apologize when it was his fault for walking in on me. Cassian still hadn’t moved. He just spat out the mouthful of water he had been force-fed and looked up at me again with an irritated expression. My mouth involuntarily went dry. He’d walked in wearing only a towel at his waist and my panicked actions just now had left his drool-worthy muscular body, wet

Still appeared to have secrets between its walls. The guard let us in. And there he was. Cassian. Standing on the grand steps like some cursed prince in a modern gothic novel. All black suit, sharp angles, and indifference. “Morning, ladies,” he said, voice cool but crisp. Selena raised her hand. “Morning, murder-face.” I elbowed her. “Behave, Sel,” I whispered. “What,” she said. “He would be a really hot killer.” Cassian’s gaze flicked to me. “We’ll begin walkthrough revisions in an hour. But first…”

“He’s the Alpha. Cassian Thorne.” The name lands like a stone in my chest, heavy and significant and completely unfamiliar. Cassian Thorne. I roll it around in my mind, testing the syllables, waiting for some spark of recognition that doesn’t come. It should mean nothing to me. It does mean nothing to me. So why does hearing it make my pulse spike? Why does it feel like a key turning in a lock I didn’t know existed? “And you?” Elias continues, his eyes never leaving mine, his voice gentle but implacable. “You’re his mate.”

I gasped, struggling to maintain equilibrium. I closed my eyes, feeling the sensations overwhelm me. My eyes shut tightly as the room seemed to fade away, leaving only the electrifying sensations pulsating through me. Conrad spread my legs and I yelped, clutching his arms. “Open your eyes, Cassie. Look into Jake’s eyes,” And I did, gasping. The look on Jake’s face made me shudder with need. His eyes were hooded with lust, his tongue playing against his teeth. How could he enjoy this moment of me being touched by another man? And why am I enjoying this?