Cassian X Reader Novels & Stories

Cassy's bracelet gave them access to level 1 to level 5 and there were 10 levels on the mage side unlike the warrior side which had 15 levels. They first stopped at level 2 so that she could buy the book she needed to get the formulas of the level 2 magic pills, because as the library that was in the city of Catara, she had also the choice to rent or buy them and Cassy preferred to spend 30 credits to buy it. Then they went directly to level 5 and Cassy looked curiously at the books on flames. All of the books in this section were pay books and Steven told her that these books were sealed just like their special technique books so they must be similar.

I lowered my mouth to her pussy, flicking my tongue against her clit before I pressed my tongue into her, lapping up her juices as she writhed against me. She gasped as I reached beneath her to grab her breast, tugging on her nipple as I rolled it between my fingers. And then I stepped back, allowing my fingertips which caressed her inner thighs to be the only contact I had with her. She moaned and reached for my hand, urging me wordlessly to continue. “You know what I want,” I demanded unrelentingly. Cassandra pressed her face into the bed for a few moments before she sat back on her haunches and looked over her shoulder at me, her eyes revealing a mix of passion, desperation and rage.

“I didn’t know that little bitch had so many Prince Charmings lined up.” Xavier held her gaze without flinching. “Now you do,” he said coldly. “So stay the fuck away from her.” Cassie smirked, stepping closer until their bodies nearly touched. She reached for his hand; Xavier let her take it, curious despite himself. She lifted it in front of him, studying his knuckles. “I should have known,” she purred. “You are interested in her, aren’t you? Instead of showing up to act like her knight in shining armor every time, why don’t you just tell her how you feel?” she pressed.

Cassidy's POV The steam from the shower enveloped us like a secret veil, turning the massive marble bathroom into our own private steam room high above the bustling city. Dante's hand was firm in mine as he led me inside, the glass doors sliding shut behind us with a soft hiss that sealed us away from the world. Water cascaded from the rainfall showerhead, hot and insistent, mirroring the pulse still thrumming through my veins from our kitchen encounter. My legs were jelly, every step a reminder of how thoroughly he'd undone me—twice—before the day had even properly begun. But the ache was sweet, addictive, a badge of the passion we'd unleashed.

Mara sat near the sliding door, gun across her lap, watching the windows like they might breathe. Cassian sat beside me. Not touching. But close enough that the heat of him brushed against my arm every time the van hit a bump. He wasn’t talking. He wasn’t blinking enough. He sat forward, elbows on his knees, hands clasped so tightly his knuckles were bone-white. He was still shaking. He hid it well. But I could feel it in the small movements, the twitch of a finger, the tight pull of his shoulders, the way his breath kept catching halfway in.

Cassian didn’t lift his eyes. Jacques’ espresso arrived—scalding, bitter. Her hands trembled as she lifted the cup. A dark arc of liquid spilled, seeping into “Section 7B: Icebreaker Routes,” spreading like constellations across the page. Cassian’s voice cut through the silence. “Clean it. Before the ink sets.” He never looked at the spill. Never looked at her. His gaze remained fixed ahead, as though the room contained only documents and ghosts. Her pulse thundered as she blotted the stain with Selene’s lace handkerchief. He did not sigh. He did not frown. He did not care.

Nathan said. "Oh, this must be good if you waited for your parents to leave," Jacob said. "Nathan, I can't handle anymore stress, maybe you should not tell them." Cassie said, nervously. "Cassie I know they can be ass holes at times, but it is ok.." Nathan told her. "What is it Cassie?" Norman asked. Cassie went to look out the window. Nathan followed her and wrapped his arms around her. "Guy no smart-ass remarks please. Cassie is a half blood." Nathan said to them.

The rough pads of his fingers pressed firmly against my sensitive clitoris, rubbing it rapidly. He let out a low, soft chuckle, his grey eyes burning with intense desire. He unfastened his belt, and I felt him hot and hard against me, one thrust away from taking me completely. And in that moment, the photo Hailey had sent me flashed through my mind. Sanity crashed back. A wave of pure nausea rose up in me. I shoved with all my strength and threw him off. Cassian toppled sideways, caught off guard, confusion in his dark gray eyes then the raw frustration of a man interrupted.

Chapter 6: Elias POV I left the east wing with the gunshot still ringing in my ears. My legs felt unsteady both from intense pleasure and fear. My clothes clung to my skin. Every step put more distance between me and the room where Father Corbin lay on the floor without light in his eyes and Cassian stood over him with a calm no priest should have possessed. The corridor seemed longer than it had when he carried me the other way. My birthday night had become something I could not yet name.

VALE :: ROLE TYPE: UNREGISTERED – EMOTIONAL STABILIZER :: CLASS: ANCHOR :: FREQUENCY RECOGNIZED: SANCTUARY ROOM 6B :: COMMENT: PRESENCE DETECTED :: STATUS: UNCLAIMED :: SYSTEM NOTE: NO INTERVENTION REQUESTED :: CLASSIFICATION HELD Cassian read the entry twice. Not like a memo. Not like data. Like a mirror one that didn’t ask him to rearrange himself to be visible inside it. He didn’t save the entry. Didn’t flag it.