Dottore X Reader Novels & Stories

I don't have a phone and right now, I have no way of communicating with Xavier. Should I open the door or not

The doctor had a wide grin on his face when he saw them. "Good morning doctor." Xavier greeted, and stretched his hands out to shake him. The doctor was holding a small edged needle in his hands. He stretched his hands to shake Xavier. As soon as their hands locked, he stung him, and Xavier quickly pulled away. "Damn it, what was that for? Do you hold needles while shaking people?" Xavier asked, holding his hand. "I'm sorry, it was a mistake, I forgot I had a needle with me." "Please be careful next time. Get me a wool to clean the blood off."

Warning: The chapter contains scenes of violence, murder, and blood and may not be suitable for all readers. If you are easily triggered by any of these subjects, it is recommended that you skip them and refrain from reading ahead for your mental health. (Read at your own risk.) ~~~ Reina looked up, her heart racing as she caught sight of Xavier in the rain. The rain poured down his body in sheets, cascading off his tousled hair and soaking his clothes as he held a Glock in his hand, the metal glinting ominously under the fleeting flashes of lightning.

His eyes had a fleeting emotion I could not read that quickly disappeared. Xander pressed his me closer to the shelves and leaned towards my ears to whisper. "I was curious where my little wifey disappeared to but who would have thought she was busy reading a historical dark novel about how a girl was fucked every night by a demon she summoned from hell." My eyes popped out when I heard about the contents of the book. Why the hell did Bertha recommend such a book to me? That girl set me up! "I heard the demon once tied her to the bed blindfolded and used a dagger to make her cum multiple times." Xander just had to add, but was that even possible?

My hand dropped from his face and I turned to leave then the door opened. A younger, handsome doctor entered the room. My eyes stayed fixed on him, my heart beating as I watched him adjust his glasses. Then he cleared his throat, breaking my out of my trance. “Hi, I'm Doctor Xavier.” His name sounded familiar. He extended his hand for a handshake and I paused, looking at him from head to toe. The hair was the same, the face structure, the voice and… Oh my God, they had the same eyes.

My sex doctor. He began to unbutton his shirt, pulling it off along with his lab coat and then his pants. I looked at him with a sexy glow in my eyes. I leaned into him, my hands finding his chest. The rounding of his shoulders, the warmth under my fingertips—everything about Xavier made my pussy clench and made me lose control. “We aren't going back to the pack estate tonight,” he said. “I knew,” I snapped. “Yeah. We're going to enjoy the rest of the night here,” he issued his verdict—one I was more than glad to receive.

I counted each step, noting guard positions, camera placements, anything that might help when Owen's assault began. If it began. Part of me wondered if Aurora had been lying. If this was all another Covenant trick to keep me compliant. We entered an operating room where a man lay dying on the table. He was older, maybe sixty, with silver hair and a face twisted in pain. A massive wound across his abdomen leaked blood despite pressure bandages. "Territorial dispute," I repeated flatly. "You mean he was murdering someone and they fought back." "The details don't matter. Just heal him." Dr. Marquette activated the collar, giving me access to my power.

In fact, there was a whole shelf dedicated to romance, so someone in the house must be a fan. Not Xavier though, she couldn’t see him reading anything so frivolous. Perhaps something dry about the history of werewolves or war amongst the paranormal race… that seemed more his style, not romance even if he did totally fit the mold of asshole-alpha-male-who-needed-bringing-down-a-peg-or-two perfectly. Her lips quirked as she headed for the door. There was that word again. Asshole. It just seemed to slide so perfectly through the mind when she thought of him. Unfortunately, her over-active imagination didn’t stop there.

Still unconscious, Leroy didn’t respond to his ministrations. When Leroy was as clean as Xcott could make him without running water, Xcott smoothed healing gel across Leroy's many wounds. As he massaged the bluish green gel into Leroy's chest, his nipples hardened and for the first time, Leroy stirred restlessly. Xcott studied Leroy's face as his fingers gently rolled the slightly swollen peaks but Leroy's eyes never opened. His minty scent, which Xcott considered delicious intensified and Xcott let his fingers drift lower as Leroy's legs involuntarily parted. Xcott was surprised and delighted at the erect little gun he encountered.

It has to possess someone it’s touching or with whom it’s locked eyes, so it’s best to deal with the vetala as a small team as X and I intended to do, away from crowds, away from others in whose bodies it would try to escape. X had returned to Savitri’s house for me. My protective temporary henna tattoos were ready. I noticed Savitri look at X sometimes when his attention was more focused on me, and smile at him. I remembered when I had awakened in the Underdenver hospital, how extraordinary the nurse had thought it that I referred to him as simply X, not Mr. X, while he called me Carl. This was having a profound effect on everyone who knew X apparently. X had brought a manila envelope from