Dexter X Reader Novels & Stories

"Better. How about you?" "Better." She crossed her arms over his bare chest. "Is that thanks to Lexington that was knocking boots with you last night?" Closing the drawer with her hip, Daisy shot back, "Seriously.... I can’t hear you in your room. How come you can hear me in mine?" She tapped her temple. "It's called a sex radar. I have it." "What does that mean, that I don’t have sex radar?" Ugo chuckled. "More like Lexington blew off your circuits during one of his sexathons. I still can’t get over that man’s stamina."

But all he could feel was golden eyes too close. Across the hall, Dante sat on the couch, a drink untouched in his hand. His father’s threats echoed sharply, Leo’s whispers crawled in his memory. But all he could taste was Aiden’s mouth, all he could see was gray eyes storming with fire. Both heirs burned in silence, their wolves restless, the bond between them tightening like chains. Neither admitted it. Neither could. But the fire was already out of control.

Dexter's POV It was late when Dexter drove back to the Royal Headquarters tower. The pain in his chest was a physical, gnawing void. The loss of the mate bond was an amputation of the soul. He stopped the car in front of the monolithic building and looked up. And he saw something that made his already broken heart stop. On the edge of the penthouse terrace, thirty stories up, Jenica was standing with the baby in her arms. The night wind whipped her hair around her face, making her look like a vengeful spirit.

She had already begun to salivate over the benefits that came with being a beta's lover or mistress. Alex walked away from the bedroom and headed to the study. Once he got there, he knocked and waited for a reply but there was none. He knew Damien must have sensed his presence but just didn't want to answer him. He groaned before pushing the door open. His brows furrowed at the state of the study. It was dark, unventilated and stuffy. Alex walked towards the windows and pulled aside the curtains. The room lit up and air began to flow into it again. He spotted Damien on the chair behind the large mahogany desk that occupied the center of the room. He looked disheveled and unkempt as he sat th

Charles I sat at my desk, trying to work through the laundry list of e-mails I’d accumulated since leaving New York. I’ve got people for this but I’m pretty much heavy on confidentiality. I need every information cross-checked and sealed. The hums from the side made me turn, and there she was. Jaxen was standing at the bookshelves in my office, the hem of my T-shirt rising up her thigh and over the curve of her ass as she reached the third shelf.

Maddox ripped his shirt off him before he bridged the small distance between us and dropped onto his knees, caging my legs between his before crashing his filthy mouth into mine. A loud growl ripped in the air as the bars of the basement gate rattled. Xander. Xander came. But Maddox wasn’t stopping. His repulsive mouth continued to assault my lips. He kept kissing me hard while his hand gripped my cheeks, forcing my mouth to open. Xander continued to growl, and so did Maddox when he pulled away from my lips. A glint of evilness crossed his eyes before he rolled off an Alpha command. “Open your fucking mouth when I kiss you!”

She glanced back down at the leather-bound book resting on the floorboards beside her. The empty pages seemed to stare up at her, daring her to turn them. With a trembling hand, she picked it up again, the leather warm against her palm. She knew she should get up, should finish unpacking, should do something practical, anything to distract herself from the throbbing between her legs. But she couldn't. She was hooked. The anonymous writer had become a guide, a seductress whispering secrets into her ear, and Pinky was a willing student, desperate to learn every lesson.

I refused to become another grave marker in that story. Victor. The name floated up like a quiet anchor. He was my old crush from before the supernatural storm swallowed my life. Tall, steady, hazel eyes that once made my stomach flutter in a classroom far simpler than this. Aunt Dolores wanted him for me. He was a lycan prince. He represented an exit from this suffocating cycle of guilt and secret touches in hidden corners. If I kept feeding this addiction with ShadowKing, Jax would eventually come. He would tear through these walls looking for his money and his naughty little nun. But even if he did, Aunt Dolores would never let him near me. She hated everything he stood for. He was cold a

Without another second of hesitation, I pushed open the door and walked into the unknown… “Daisy” This time it was a low baritone voice that sent shivers to my spine. “Gorgeous little thing” another said, emerging from the darkness with hungry lustful eyes. I felt a tingling sensation in my coochie. From nowhere, I felt a presence behind me, followed by a gentle graze of a finger on the back of my neck. I’m not kidding when I say I felt something slide down my thighs. Is it possible to be that wet….enough to make you drip?

A deep grunt escaped my throat at the thought that she was also going to find out that I was her mate and would also perceive my scent. shit! I hissed and clenched my fist, bracing myself to reject her immediately; I wasn't worried about the pain because I was also planning to kill her. My name is Xander, the heir to the Red Moon Pack. Being the son of Alpha Xavier, I had to be more cruel than him, giving no space for romantic feelings, which do nothing other than make someone weak and act stupidly. Lena's POV.