Cassian Andor X Reader Novels & Stories

Cassie's POV As I lay in the bed I hadn't slept in, in ten years I heard footsteps coming into my room. Oh great now he wants to mate. Can't even hold off long enough for me to heal from giving birth. I thought as I listened to the footsteps coming closer. After a few seconds, the door opened and a man stood in the doorway that wasn't the Alpha. I started to panic. "Xander help!" I said through the mating link. No response came back. The man started to enter the room. I decided to try again. "Xander help me please!" I thought as hard as I could.

All of us looked at the rattling door and Chace flinched away from the door and me with his hands rose up in the air. The man flew twenty feet away from us and basically glowed himself against the wall. Cassius stormed outside, his breath ragged and his eyes golden and wild. I walked towards him and slapped his heaving chest angrily. “Here is my run-away alpha.” He looked down at me with those glowing eyes, and my entire body buzzed with tension. I was scared, giddy, and aroused. A weird mix for this fucked up situation that I have found myself in.

Gabriella asks again and I look at her. “I’m sorry baby girl, we will get there tomorrow. It is a very long flight. But you both have a bedroom to sleep in. Plus, we have games on the jet and TVs.” I say and they both cheer. I smile at them. They love flying or going anywhere, really. They are so free spirited just like Cass was. “How old is Cassian now?” I smile at Alexandra. Cassian is Andros and Lola’s son. They named him after Cass. He is a year old and into everything.

“If it weren’t for you and your fucking savior complex just to humiliate me, nobody would be talking about that.” Cassian doesn’t answer me; I’m not even sure if he hears the words. All I know is that his eyes automatically drop to my bare chest, tracing the muscles of my stomach before his tongue darts out to lick his lips—a quick, completely unconscious movement that he probably doesn’t even realize he does. But I see it. Fucking hell.

~AURORA~ "No," I whispered as my fingers twisted nervously in my wedding gown. "We never. . .we never had sex. If that's what you're asking." Cassian leaned back a little but his piercing gaze never left my face. The firelight from nearby danced across his features, casting shadows that only made him look more dangerous. . .more untamed. A slow, deliberate breath escaped him as he studied me like a predator assessing its prey. "But you have done other things?" His voice was low, rough, filled with something I couldn't quite name. Curiosity?

Cassian held my hand and pulled me along the darkness and twisted and turned expertly through the darkness. "Can you see the booby traps and how did you get in here, " I questioned rudely and he told me yes and the back door was unlocked. We headed together to the master suite and I pulled out my earbuds and my cell phone. I played my Metallica playlist and we slipped inside the large room. I broke free from Cassian and flipped into the air and landed on the two sleeping persons on the bed piercing both of their carotid arteries. I felt the warm sticky blood oozing from their wounds and my tummy rumbled. I twisted my upper body and sank my teeth as Cyanide pounded in my head. I drank deeply

"Their assumptions only help me." His eyes narrowed, a brief flash of confusion darkening his gaze. He was used to predictability—to women who leaned in, who laughed on cue, who melted beneath his touch. Elise, with her cool detachment, was not fitting neatly into any pattern he recognized. And it angered him—not just because she resisted, but because he felt powerless to stop craving her. "I never could read you," Cassian said softly, frustration lacing his voice. She turned her face slightly, eyes locking onto his with a precise, almost surgical intensity. "That's because you never tried."

I slapped a hand over my mouth. Oh no. Adrian’s aura darkened like a storm front rolling in. “Cassian,” I whispered, “run.” “Nonsense,” Cassian said proudly. “This is an intervention of love.” “Cassian,” I tried again, “RUN.” Adrian moved. Fast. So fast. Cassian yelped and vanished back into the house, screaming, “HE’S GOING TO MURDER ME—TELL MY STORIES—KEEP MY ARTWORK—BURN MY SECRET JOURNAL—NOT THE ONE UNDER THE BED, THE OTHER ONE—”

“Y-You can,” I whispered. Cassian whipped his head to look at me, eyes dark and hungry. “Are you trying to kill me?” He breathed out before closing his eyes and nuzzling my breasts. I smiled down at him fondly, my fingers threading his silky hair. Cassian reminded me of a gentle giant with his ministrations. “What? You don't want it now?” I teased, knowing damn well that was far from the truth.