Eltingville Club X Reader Novels & Stories

“Get the car. Now. And find me where Eli runs when he wants to drink himself blind.” ——— The club hit us like a smell. Neon lights, sweat and the smell of other people’s bad choices. The bass was a living thing that wanted to shake my bones loose. Every instinct in me rebelled—my rut snarled and my wolf roared—but the sight of him made everything else a background hum. Tate: drink in his hand, lips wet from Eli’s mouth.

He groaned as her mouth closed around him, her tongue swirling. Behind her, Elise continued to eat her out with maddening patience, fingers joining her mouth now, stroking Ivy’s entrance, slipping inside. Ivy moaned around Mr. Caelum’s cock, her eyes fluttering shut as the pleasure overwhelmed her again. The rhythm was brutal. Elise’s fingers thrusting into her wetness, her mouth sucking on her clit. Mr. Caelum’s cock filling her mouth, pushing deeper with every thrust, his hand tangled in her hair. Ivy’s body felt like a live wire, every nerve lit with desire.

The crowd cheered, but the cheers felt forced like they had wanted me to lose. Elara stood at the edge of the ring the whole time, chin high, silver marks on her arms glowing faintly under the moon. She looked fierce, beautiful, and unbreakable. I wanted to pull her close and never let go. Then Cassidan didn’t come back from the refreshment tents.

(Warning! Chapter is rated 18+ viewers discretion is advised.) *The Taste of Pleasure-2* **Elara's POV:** I moaned my response into his mouth. His hand was quick to unzip his pants, taking out his member and giving it a quick massage. My eyes widened at the sight of it. I had never seen one before, and it made me gulp down loads of saliva. My chest began to pound with anxiety, and I felt indecisive, not knowing if I wanted to move on with it.

Well, she isn't far from the truth. "Well, I will, in a way." This brings a satisfied smile to Ellie's face. "Then don't let me too far from you, Austin. Or you might just come running back." ______________________ Another Day The main door opens and a moment later, Ellie, who sits in the parlour reading Lovers and Gamblers by Jackie Collins, sees the butler come in carrying a pile of letters in both hands. She drops the book, paperback up, and goes to meet him.

Chapter 13: Ellie - Indulge Me “You were made for me, Dove, and I plan to make you admit it. Agree to be with me and only me while you are here.” His eyes burned into mine as his arms pulled me up, strong and unyielding. Still leaning against the pillows, he guided me to straddle him. There was no way I had another round in me after what he had done in the shower. My body said otherwise the moment he flipped me onto my back, growling against my throat.

I whispered, "then **Stop Reading**." I looked at Silas. He smiled—a real, un-scripted, messy smile. "See you in the 'Actual Real', Elara," he said. I closed my eyes. I didn't hit 'Y'. I didn't hit 'N'. I hit **[END STORY]**. ---

He kept reading his papers, his back was straight and his shoulders were relaxed, like he didn't have a care in the world. "You're dismissed," he said. I stood up. "You can't just—" "You're dismissed, Elara." I wanted to scream. I wanted to grab his chair and spin him around and shake him until he gave me an answer. But I knew it wouldn't work, he was a wall, he was stone, and I was just a girl in a contract who had agreed to be his Doll. I walked to the door. Stopped. Turned back. "If this goes wrong," I said, "I'm not going down with you."

Passing my hands through my hair and opening my laptop. I start reading and replying to emails when there's a knock on my door. "Come in," I let out, drinking the last of the contents of my tumbler. "Shall we go party?" Elliot asks, and I raise my head, nodding it. I stand up, shut my laptop, and walk out behind him. Not long after, we are in one of my clubs. The boys walk straight to the dance floor to find their victims while I sit at the bar.

"If I show you the new story I'm working on - if I let you read it now - will you show me?" She felt the small trickle of perspiration running down her back - suddenly quivered as though she just experienced an electrical shock. "You'll just watch? You won't try anything weird" "Not me. Not unless you want me to. You read - I'll watch. "Elliot - I came over because it was time. I'm tired of waiting." Eager to touch herself - freshly shaved cunt lips ripe for pleasure, she sat in his big chair at the monitor. For the next five minutes she read the new story, miniskirt pulled up around slim hips, fingers pressed into the warm damp cleft in her panties.