Crosshairs X Reader Novels & Stories

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Could I proceed and risk it all or just walk away from Cross… No way. I've only just tasted something so sweet and divine. Who knows when I'll run into one of these ‘mate’ things again? The book said something about triggering emotions… “Huh…” Cross? Straight good-looking nerdy Cross who hid behind big clothes and ran a boring blog… I knew how to tag down panties and keep them there but how to make a heart flutter was a challenge. The door suddenly opened and the brunette halted, onyx eyes scanning me before her lips spread in a full fledged grin revealing her fangs.

After giving up on research, I had every intention of enjoying a romance novel in the library for the rest of the day, but when Xavier came in the library looking for me, I knew from the look on his face that he had other plans. He had reached out his hand requesting to read the page I was on. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out that I was reading a particularly spicy scene. My flushed face gave everything away. Xavier’s nostrils flared as he finished reading the page I was on. In the book the main characters were fucking on the floor of the library when another male character joined them. They filled two of her holes and plowed into her in the middle of the stacks. “I can smell

His hand slid from my waist to my hip, more possessive. The stranger approached. “Cross,” he greeted smoothly. “Good to see you.” Damien’s jaw tensed. “Hale.” Marcus Hale. I recognized the name — inherited wealth, ruthless investments, rumored scandals. Danger in expensive cologne. His eyes landed on me again, slower this time. “And who’s this?” “Selene,” Damien said sharply. Marcus extended his hand. “Beautiful name for a beautiful lady.” I reached out politely, but Damien placed his hand over mine first, blocking the gesture.

"Fine. But I play to win." Cross's smirk grew as he allowed himself to be pulled closer, his eyes never leaving mine. "Oh, cara," he murmured, his voice filled with a dark promise. "You're going to lose so beautifully." With a sudden burst of strength, I pushed him onto the bed, sending him sprawling back onto the mattress. He looked up at me, surprise flitting across his features, before his eyes lit up with excitement. He was enjoying this, enjoying watching me lose control. I reached behind me, my fingers fumbling with the clasp of my bra, desperate to show him that I was in charge now. With a final tug, the garment fell away, my breasts bouncing free. The cool air of the room kissed my s

I felt myself getting close, as if I could join those heavenly bodies up in the sky. “I saw the way you looked at my dick at Coverts,” he whispered, not letting up on his assault on my clit, his lips tracing along my jawline. “I was so hard. You had on that yellow lingerie set that glowed against your skin. I wanted to bend you over and fuck you so badly. That young dude wasn’t going to get this pussy.” With that, he moved his attention from my clit, sliding two fingers inside my hot, already-drenched pussy. He worked his fingers until they were fully coated and soaked. “But I knew it wasn’t time. I’m patient. I can wait.”

"This won’t take long." Lexa glared, her body coiled and ready to spring. If she was going out, she’d make it count. But before the hunter could pull the trigger, a blur of white fur barreled into him, sending the crossbow clattering to the ground. Xander’s wolf emerged from the chaos like a force of nature, his ice-blue eyes blazing as he ripped the weapon from the hunter’s grasp. A guttural snarl tore from his throat as he drove the man back with savage precision, leaving no room for retaliation.

the woman whispered, her voice sounding hauntingly human against the mechanical roar of the system. Lyra Thorne stood frozen, her obsidian blade hovering inches from the woman’s chest. She felt the sensory reality of the "Reader"—not as a god, but as a "Consumer." The woman smelled of lavender laundry detergent and the metallic tang of a smartphone. She was the one who had "Subscribed" to Lyra’s pain. She was the reason the Forbidden Forest had been so cold.

He was already sitting beside her. It was then Nikka infuriated, “Why are you here?! Who permits you to come here?! This is my place!” But like deaf, he seemed didn't hear what Nikka has said. His jade-green eyes were glued on the cover of the book she was reading, then replied in the different subject. “Wow!!! You also read the novel 'I Can See It!' It was one of my favorite mystery book! I'm a huge fan of its author with the pen name 'Crossfinger'. And I've already read all of his books. Wow, I didn't expect you to read this. What volume are you? I'm in the latest volume.” He said merrily, even his eyes were sparkling happily.

“You’re… this has to be a prank.” She slipped inside before he could protest, closing the door behind her with a soft click. The scent of her—jasmine and something warmer, like heated skin after a long day—filled the tiny space. “No prank. I read *Shadows Entwined*. Every chapter. Twice.” She pulled a battered printout from her bag, pages dog-eared and highlighted. “You wrote the scene where she begs him to ruin her on the director’s chair. That was… visceral.” Heat flooded his face. She had found his anonymous work. The one he poured his darkest fantasies into. “How did you—”