Crosshairs X Reader Novels & Stories

Feeling the two hands on my hips, I slowly opened my eyes to clash them with two browns. Xander. *************************

she said drawing her top over her head, but Danté stood up lifting her, turned her and opened the door. "I said, maybe next time" he sneered at her and closed the stall. Xena sighed and dressed again, maybe she saw too much in him? She found him attractive but she had to admit she also chose to be a huntress, therefore love may not be permitted, so even if she knew him for years and now started seeing him as a man, she couldn't help be haunted that this was the only thing that would happen between them, sex, and nothing else. She left the stall and found her seat next to him again, drinking on his bottles, soon he'll be a wreck, will the Cross even allow him to continue if he finally breaks?

My toes curled as archer mercilessly played with my body, his strong arms overpowering my body as he continued to move my hips along his muscular thigh. Before I knew it an earth shattering orgasm hit me as I collapsed on top of him. I hid my face in the crook of his neck as I wondered how I was going to look him in the eyes after this. Why am I such a horny bitch? Read my other books that are available on GoodNovel !. Mary Redferne (will be completed next month) 2. Danika Williams 3. Emily Warner 4. The Mafia and the HR 5. The Mafia and his Stalker

The bricks scraped against my bare skin, but the pain only added to the exquisite pleasure. Over Alex's shoulder, I watched the silver-haired man step out of the shadows, his eyes alight with lust as he approached, before reaching out, he touched Alex's shoulder, silently asking to join. Alex's eyes never left mine, but his hand reached back, taking the offered appendage, and with a twist of his wrist, he pulled the man closer.

Her voice was gentle but firm as she grasped my wrist with her fingers and gently pulled up, encouraging me to let go. Callie reluctantly leaned back, and I finally relented and followed her. I was covered in blood, my hands, my chest, and my arms were all stained with the bright red of Beatrice’s blood. I could see blood on Callie’s shirt, and I couldn’t stop my eyes from staring at the stains, the beauty of the shape mesmerizing me. The red blood had been in Beatrice’s veins not just twenty minutes ago and now it was painted across Callie’s chest, a Rorschach test for me to figure out the mysteries in my mind.

Five surprised faces stare at me as I lean over, bracing myself with my hands on my knees as I catch my breath. “He took her plump nipple between his lips and suckled, making Esme groan into the cold night air. She had known Knox was her mate, but never dared to believe he would actually want her. Her pussy clenches as he sucks harder, his hand sliding between her soft tummy and the elastic waistband of her leggings....” Braydon’s voice sounds thick and raspy as he reads a passage from one of my very favourite books. “Baby girl...” Phoenix sneaks up behind me, grinding his hard on into my ass as he loops an arm around my waist. It takes him a moment to read the room.

Grave Groaning, I pulled the blonde closer, thrusting harder while she moaned beneath me, nails dragging down my chest. Her legs trembled around my waist, but it wasn’t enough. None of it was enough. Because she wasn’t her. Every damn time I closed my eyes, all I saw was Lyra Cross. Her mouth. Her attitude. Those dangerous fucking eyes. I knew we were playing a reckless game, but I couldn’t stop myself from wanting more. The girl was poison and danger, and it intrigued me. It’s only natural I love danger.

He let me down and I glanced back for a second, my heart thumping wildly in my chest and slowing down the moment I saw it. The X-shaped cross. A Saint Andrew’s cross. My jaw dropped, eyes widening as I turned back to face Alaric. Oh, hell… Alaric saw the expression on my face and smirked darkly, his eyes swirling with mischief and lust. And then he reached for one of my hands and stretched it up, attaching it to one leather cuff. “Pick a safe word, doe.”

His hand settled lightly on my shoulders, then trailed down my arm in a slow caress. When his fingers reached my knee, they slipped beneath the hem of my dress, stroking the sensitive skin of my inner thigh. A soft gasp escaped my lips as his fingertips grazed the damp fabric covering my pussy. “You’re drenched,” he observed, voice rough with satisfaction. He pressed two fingers against my clit through the lace, circling with firm deliberate strokes that made my hips jerk forward involuntarily. “All this from reading your own fantasies? Or is it because I’m finally touching what you wrote about so many nights?”