Crosshairs X Reader Novels & Stories

Zelena. I opened my eyes slowly. The sun was already shining brightly through the window. I reached my arm behind me and felt around the bed. I sat up quickly and looked around the room. Gunner wasn’t there. I took a deep breath and yawned stretching my arms out. Wait, my chest didn’t hurt. I twisted my back from side to side waving my arms in the air, my ribs didn’t hurt at all. I got up from the bed and walked around the room, still no pain. I noticed the bookshelf and decided to take a look. There were so many books, some with older worn covers and others newer looking. I picked up a small red book and read the cover ‘A Lycanthropy Reader; WEREWOLVES IN WESTERN CULTURE’. I flicked through

18 + VERY, VERY, VERY STRONG KINKY, DIRTY, FREAKY, NASTY FUCK SCENE AHEAD. CHAPTERS 46 AND 47 WILL BE HELLFIRE HOT. SO FOR ALL YOU HALO WEARING LASSES AND LADS, PLEASE SKIP THOSE TWO CHAPTERS. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK, YOU'VE BEEN MOTHERFUCKING WARNED.

Slowly, Hunter reached out and took her tiny hand in his own, suddenly aware of how rough and calloused ranch work made his hands. "You're P.K. Chastain?" The redhead tilted her head and removed the sunglasses, revealing deep chestnut eyes in a shade he wasn't sure he'd ever seen before. "You were expecting a man, I suppose." Her tone was defensive. "I guess when I heard that a lawyer was coming out here, I just assumed."

he said, his voice rough. He pulled her wet shirt up and over her head, tossing it aside. Her bra was next. He unhooked it with one hand and threw it away. Her breasts spilled free, nipples tight and sensitive. Jake lowered his head and took one nipple into his mouth. He sucked hard, his tongue flicking over the hard peak. Mira gasped and arched her back. The sensation shot straight down to her pussy. She felt herself getting wetter, her panties already soaked from more than just the rain.

Hello dear readers! In this book, you will see some character cross over if you have read my two previous books, however; these are all stand alones so there is no need to read the others before reading this one. If "split chapter" is written in the title, it means that there will be TWO POVs for that chapter. Also, this book will have scenes that can be triggering for readers, including: torture, allusions to rape, child abuse, kidnapping, and violence. This is your only warning before you proceed, so please be advised. There will be scenes of BDSM dynamic between our Male Lead and Female Lead, so if you aren't into kink or it makes you uncomfortable, please do not read any further.

she finally managed to gasp out, her voice hoarse with desire. Cross slid another finger inside her, his movements slow and deliberate at first, but gradually building in speed and intensity. Marceline's moans filled the room, a symphony of pleasure and need. "Ahhh... ouch... ahhhh," she cried out, her body trembling as waves of pleasure washed over her. She was so close, her body teetering on the edge of orgasm, but just as she was about to fall over that precipice, Cross pulled his fingers out, leaving her empty and aching.

Hey beautiful people, Just a warning. This book is an erotica, which means 18+, so if you are uncomfortable with sex and adult shit, please don’t read my books. But if you are a nymphomaniac like me, go ahead ;) Also guys, for the better understanding of the stories, I’d also like to give you the order in which the books should be read: 1)Nathaniel Lachlan 2)Aaron Riverwood 3)Landon Chambers 4) Emily Warner

“Hey… about what you saw earlier.” She jumped, clutching the book to her chest. “I—I didn’t see anything. I swear. I won’t tell anyone.” I smiled softly and stepped even closer, backing her gently against the shelves. “Relax. Professor Harlan and I… we have an understanding. But I saw how you looked at us. You didn’t run away because you were scared. You ran because it turned you on, didn’t it?” Her cheeks burned brighter. She shook her head quickly. “No… that’s not… I’m not—”

I want to peek when he starts working, trying to see what he’s doing, but I have to keep on my back. I don’t know if it's by accident, but every once in a while, his knuckles brush over my clit. The feel of that, and the sharp sting of the needle has my pussy throbbing with a dull ache. His hand brushing over my clit becomes more frequently, and when he presses the weight down, I let out a loud whimper, moving for some more friction. Uncle Jax pauses, moving his hand away, the gun buzzing silent. “I’m sorry,” I bite down on my lip.

Pinky squinted to read it, her eyes tracing the loops and crosses. "Collection of short stories for ladies," the title read. "Stories of desire, of awakening, of the first time." Pinky blinked, her eyes widening as she read on. The handwriting was feminine, secretive, as if the writer were sharing her most guarded thoughts with only the pages. It was a confession. A revelation. As she began to read.