Ellie X Male Reader Novels & Stories

My name on the front in handwriting I knew too well. My mother's handwriting. But my mother was dead. Liam came up behind me. Barefoot. Hair messy. Rubbing sleep from his eyes. "What is that?" "I do not know." "Open it." I could not. My hands would not move. Liam took the envelope. Sliced it open with his finger. Pulled out the pages inside. He read them first. His face went pale. "You need to sit down." "Just tell me." "Sit down, Ellie."

I pressed my face into the crook of his neck, burying my cold nose against his warm skin. Every time I whimpered and tried to rub my scent gland against his jaw—a desperate, biological plea for him to bite me—Cillian would gently but firmly turn his head away. He refused to take advantage of me. He refused to be the monster I thought he was. "You smell so sweet," Cillian whispered, his voice incredibly strained, his eyes squeezed shut as he endured the absolute torture of holding his unmated Omega in his lap. "But I won't take you like this. I want your heart, Elian. Not just your heat. I will wait until you look at me and ask for me because you want me, not because the fever forces you."

My breath hitched audibly, and I bit down hard on my lower lip to keep from making any sound that would give away what was happening. The phone clicked suddenly. "Elara?" Clara's voice came through the speaker, bright and wonderfully familiar, and I opened my mouth to respond immediately. Before I could get even a single word out, Draven's mouth closed over my nipple, sucking hard in a way that sent electricity shooting through my entire body. At the exact same moment, Kael's fingers found my clit with, rubbing slow circles that made my eyes practically roll back in my head with pleasure. "Hello? El, are you there? Can you hear me?"

In this house where everything unspeakable was allowed as long as it stayed unspoken. Vane’s pupils contracted to pinpricks. I saw the exact second the realization hit him—that I wasn’t guessing. That I knew. I leaned in until my split lip almost brushed his ear. “Does it hurt you to see him like this?” I murmured. “All marked up. Used. Does it make you want to kill me… or does it make you want to remind him who he really belongs to?” Elias whimpered again—soft, broken. He pressed himself harder against the headboard like he could disappear into the mahogany if he tried hard enough.

They all looked serious and tired. One of the men looked up as I entered. "Who are you?" he asked. His voice wasn't rude, just direct. He was middle-aged, with sharp glasses. Before I could answer, Ellie came into the room from the kitchen, holding a glass of water. She saw me and her face stayed neutral. "He is the one I told you about," she said to the man. "He's Leo. The one Giselle hired to spy on me, and the one she used to leak my designs."

“No, baby. It’s not you.” He pulled her up to her feet and wrapped his arms around her. “But seeing you on your knees with my dick in your hands is like a goddamn fantasy for me.” Ellie wasn’t sure if that was good or bad, but she was completely willing to do it again. “I don’t mind fulfilling any of your fantasies,” she said, eager. He brushed a curl away from her face and said, “Be careful what you promise, Ell. I have a very dirty imagination when it comes to you,” his voice dangerous.

The weight of his gaze pressed against her, and for a moment, Ellie felt her pulse quicken. “And I suppose,” she said lightly, masking her unease with humor, “you’re volunteering for the role?” His smile curved, slow and deliberate. “I could think of worse fates than being tied to the goddess’s chosen messenger. Politically, it would be… advantageous. Personally, it would be pleasant.” She arched a brow. “Pleasant?” “You’re beautiful, Ellie. Intelligent. Strong-willed. The kind of luna any alpha would be fortunate to stand beside.” His tone was soft, but there was steel beneath it—a deliberate contrast to Nolan’s usual bluntness. “Together, we would be unstoppable.”

My attention was locked on Mark, who had the audacity to grin through split lips. “You’re making a scene, hero,” he rasped, spitting blood onto the ground. “And when Ellie hears about this? She’ll be at my side before your temper cools. Oh, she will definitely hate you for this.” I flinched…just barely…but enough to betray the truth gnawing at me. He’s right. And that truth tastes like bile. Why won’t Ellie listen to me? Why won’t she run while she still can? What twisted hold does this bastard have on her? I can’t see what she sees…only the cruelty in his eyes, the violence in his hands, the darkness that clings to him like a stench. And it makes me want to tear him apart.

not sure how to feel about being in the same house as potential, extremely dangerous people. Ellie takes over the question instead. “X is a god. Plain and simple. He’s literally the most attractive man I’ve ever laid eyes on. He’s dangerous and powerful and filthy rich but he’s a big no-no to all the girls in this house and out. Adria, who is one of them, has her claws so deep into him that no one is even allowed to make eye contact with him.”

he noted naughtily and drifted his gaze slowly from her stomach to her dropping untanned breasts. Ellie's feigned frown broke into a dirty smirk; she waited for him to swim closer to her, and that he did, fondling his fingers over her nipples for a starter. Ellie also reacted to him with slow wiggles, swinging her head back and forth in slow-mo as his fingers continued to play professionally over her pink peanuts. “Wait…” she suddenly called with a surprised filled look that pulled a suspense card on the steamy wet fun that was about to go down.