Cassian X Reader Novels & Stories

“Just because you’re rich, you think that makes you any less disabled? You sit there in your wheelchair, blind and bitter, treating everyone like they’re beneath you—” “That’s enough!” Cassian growled beside me, his voice rising. But she didn’t stop. She kept going, hammering at me with her words, picking at every insecurity, every wound, until I felt like I was about to crack under the weight of it all. And just as I reached my breaking point, Cassian said something that made her go completely silent. “Xander, excuse me for a moment,” he said quickly. I heard her suck her teeth, but something must have passed between them because a few seconds later, I heard the scuffle of their retreating

"You've been failing your lessons." I glanced up from the book I was reading to find Cassian leaning casually against a shelf, arms folded. He had on a white button-up shirt, the sleeves folded up to his elbow. My eyes lingered a little on his veiny, muscular arm before meeting his expressionless gaze. "What're you here for?" I asked as I discreetly dropped the book in my hand. I was supposed to be studying some diplomacy shit but the romance novel with a spicy cover seemed more interesting.

He rose slowly, pressing his forehead to mine, one hand still cupping me possessively. “Still think you can walk away from this?” he whispered. Somewhere below, Jonas called my name again, closer this time, footsteps on the stairs. Cassian smiled against my lips. “Run if you want, little girl,” he breathed. “But we both know you’ll be wet for me all night.” He stepped back, licked his fingers clean while watching me struggle to pull my jeans up with shaking hands, then turned and disappeared between the stacks like a shadow. I stood there, back pressed to the shelves, legs barely holding me, tasting myself on the air and hearing his promise echo in my head.

Now the entire kingdom could burn politely without them for a few hours. Adrian shifted slightly, sinking deeper into Cassian’s chest. Cassian immediately adjusted with him, like it was instinct. “Read to me,” Cassian said suddenly. Adrian blinked. “You’re holding a book.” “I know.” “You’re literally reading your own book.” Cassian turned a page without shame. “Yours is more interesting.” Adrian glanced down at the cover of his own book. A ridiculous romance novel he had picked up out of boredom and then never put down.

CHAPTER 37 NOVA'S POV Cassian is doing everything to make me feel better, but I don't know if it is even working. All I want to do is just rest. Everything to keep me away from Killian and his eyes. I can't help but feel him even in the doors. “You like reading, don't you?” Cassian suddenly asks, and I make myself get back in a sitting position. “Yes, I do,” I say, and he nods. “You haven't been to the pack library.”

His wings shimmered with faint shadow as he set me down in the center of the massive bed—black silk sheets that whispered against my skin, candlelight flickering like liquid gold across his chest. Xanden entered behind us, his shirt already half undone, his eyes softer, darker. Where Cassian was heat and possession, Xanden was water and devotion. And I was caught between them. They didn’t speak. Not at first. Cassian stepped close, tracing his thumb along my jaw. “Last chance to run, little siren.” I smiled up at him, slow and daring. “You’d chase me.” He grinned—sharp, hungry—and kissed me like a storm.

Or at least I tried to pull away. "Cassie. Usually, as an Omega, you shouldn't have a mate. It is very unusual." Alpha Xander said as he looked into my eyes. I felt a strong desire to pull him closer so I could press my lips against his but I knew that would lead to disaster so I resisted.

RILEY I am so thirsty, but water cannot solve my problems. ‘’Baby..baby, do you know what you just said?’’ Cassian asked, probably shocked that I said something like that I nodded as I moved closer in between his legs, grazing my lips against his obvious hard on, ‘’Fuck,, are you sure’’ he groaned I nodded and opened my mouth wide as I told myself. He is not Darius Not darius Not Darius They care

Cassian is made of muscle and fierce determination. When he sets his sights on something, he makes sure he gets it and tonight it seems he’s mind has been made up to break down my walls. I know this for absolute certainty when he spreads my legs, holds them down with force, dips his mouth to my pussy, and licks from bottom to top through my panties while keeping his eyes firmly on mine. “Fuck," he rasps. "Tell me you want me." “I will never tell you that," I say breathlessly.

Elara sat on the edge of the couch, the flash drive heavy in her palm, heart still hammering from the rush of control, choice, and the intimacy of last night. Cassian entered silently, as if the floorboards themselves bent to his will. He was dressed sharply, a white shirt open at the collar, sleeves rolled to reveal lean forearms, black slacks pressed. He didn’t announce himself. He didn’t need to. She felt him before she saw him. “You’re thinking too hard,” he murmured, stepping close. She looked up, startled by the weight of him, the intensity in his gray eyes. “I’m processing,” she said.