Cassian X Reader Novels & Stories

“Maybe. Depends on who's watching.” Cassian's fingers trailed down her arm, stopping at her wrist. He gripped it gently, thumb pressing her pulse. “Me. And I watch very closely. Imagine my eyes on you while you undress. Slowly. Revealing that body inch by inch.” The sex talk hit like a spark, explicit and unfiltered, making her thighs clench. “Mr. Cross...” “Cassian. Say it.” He pulled her closer, their bodies almost touching. “Tell me what you'd do if I ordered you to strip right here. Would your pussy get wet thinking about it?”

"But I'm so curious, you know? This is the Syndicate’s black book, Aser. Who knows what we're going to find?" "You're right." Aser agreed, kissing her neck. "But right now, there is also a very comfortable couch in the living room, a fire, and a storm outside. And I have a very specific desire to hold my woman and do absolutely nothing." Cassie turned in his arms to look at him, really looked at him. The tension lines on his face were gone. He looked contented. "You know," Cassie whispered, tracing the line of his jaw. "We never got to finish our dance."

My family had taken my body, they forced things on my way and Alexander had taken my heart, ruined it in ways even Adrian didn't. I smiled faintly, sadly, broken… “you know the worst realisation? Adrian is far better than you…” Alexander stood there like a statue as everything between us froze… Right then, footsteps sounded faintly beyond the door. I stiffened instinctively, my pulse spiking. The door opened. Cassian stepped inside with the same infuriating calm he always wore, his presence filling the room instantly. He turned the lights on. His gaze flickered between us, sharp and knowing, as if he could taste the tension in the air.

THALASSA'S POV: But here was the problem. Cassian was blind. He could not read his own emails. Someone else would have to read them to him. His lawyer, his assistant, his father, someone. That meant my message would pass through other hands before it reached his ears. That was risky. But I could not exactly call him on the phone and say hey, blind husband, it is me, your secret doctor wife, want me to poke around in your eyeballs?

Water ran from her clothes onto the Persian rug, her socks were filthy, and her teeth kept knocking together. Cassian was by the desk. He had taken off his suit jacket and rolled the sleeves of his black shirt up to his elbows, intricate tattoos covered his forearms. He poured himself two fingers of amber liquor and Alessia watched the ice move in the glass as he took a drink. He set the glass down with a soft thud. “You ran.” “I... I was just...” Alessia couldn’t get the rest of the words out, she swallowed and stepped backward. “I was just trying to get some air...”

“I’m sorry, Cynthia. That must’ve been…” “Painful,” she finishes, smiling faintly. “Yes. But she died with honor. I survived. She did what wolves do; she protected her own. I carry her courage even if I can’t hear her voice anymore.” I’m about to say something when the sound of footsteps echoes through the penthouse. Heavy. Familiar. My heart jumps before I even see him. Cassian. He walks in, looking like sin and salvation rolled into one. He’s dressed simply, in black pants and a white shirt that clings to every hard line of his body, and that predatory confidence that could melt steel. His frosty blue eyes find me instantly, and the world just… stops.

At some point the light shifted and it got colder and Cassian got up and went inside and came back two minutes later with two cups of something hot from the lodge kitchen and put one on the table beside Noah without saying anything and sat back down Noah looked at the cup then at Cassian, who was reading again with the focus of someone who had done a normal thing and didn’t need it acknowledged. Noah picked up the cup and it was tea, the kind he liked. He looked at Cassian’s profile for a moment, at the sharp face that was less sharp when it wasn’t performing anything for anyone. Then went back to his book. “You’re not as terrible as I thought,” Noah said, after another twenty minutes. Cassi

Cassian flipped through the pages and my hands trembled as he started to read out loud. “I like him, I know it’s stupid, since he's out of my league but I can’t help it. When he talks to me, my chest feels warm.” Cassian frowns and looks down at me, “at least you're self aware to an extent.” “Could you…” my voice was cracked and barely audible. “Please give it back now.” He looked back to my diary, “But there's so much more to read,” “I wish I could touch and feel his abs. I saw him undressing today and I felt hot all over.”

I rolled my eyes and leaned back against the chair. “Fine. Cassian is an Alpha from Nocturne City. He's the son of George Vale's former rival, and he's currently married to Celeste Roosevelt.” There was silence on the other end. I continued telling him the general things I knew about Cassian, from his relationship with me to his family and everything surrounding our failed marriage. Elias listened without interrupting once. When I finally stopped talking, he sighed. “That's all?” My brows pulled together. “What do you mean?”

“Sorry to say, but you have the survival instincts of a fart.” My eyes narrow, heat flaring in my chest. He flashes his palms. “Before you chop my head off, how about I introduce myself? I might change your mind.” “I'm not counting on it.” He chuckles, a deep rumbling sound that sparks a low hum in my belly. “I'm Cassian. Cassian Cross.” Of course he'd have a hot name. It's evident in the soft pout of his lips and the heat of his stare. “So…who's the lucky guy?” His jaw tightens, eyes on my fingers.