Ethan Landry X Reader Novels & Stories

Ethan said. Lora suddenly raised her head and looked at Ethan with a surprised expression, "You came here with Mr. Xavier?" "Yes. Who else do I know who is rich besides him, Lora? Besides ... after I broke up with Louise, I had no intention of looking for a girlfriend. My main focus now is to build a large clinic that I can use to treat people in need," Ethan explained. Lora swallowed hard, feeling so embarrassed for having made assumptions about her boss. The girl lowered her head again and played with her food to hide her embarrassment.

I studied them as the food was dished out into plates, Ethan Dupree, the man of the house, Alpha of the crescent pack, husband to Maria Sandoval and finally, younger brother to Xander. He looked nothing like his brother, his eyes were a warm shade of blue while Xander’s were the most beautiful shade of brown and his hair was a shade of blonde while Xander’s hair was so black it reminded me of midnight, the brothers were nothing alike, even their auras were different, Xander was all consuming and domineering and Ethan had a dominant side to him as well but I was not sure about it, there was something completely off about him.

ETHAN My butt grew hot on Leander's lap. Embarrassment crept to my cheeks, turning them red and burning. My eyes wavered. Leander's eyes remained narrowed, his emotions unreadable, and his hand on my waist tightened. "What are you doing?" His voice was etched with warning. My chest heaved, on the verge of an explosion. Forcing myself to look back into those profound and unreadable eyes, my fingers curled, and my stomach lurched.

The door is cracked open, the way it always is when he knows I might need him. I push it wider. Ethan is sitting up in bed, reading lamp on, glasses perched on his nose, looking every bit the handsome, grieving widower. His chest is bare under the sheet, silver-streaked hair slightly mussed, shoulders broad against the headboard. He looks up when I step inside. “Lily?” His voice is soft, concerned. “You okay?” I nod, hugging myself. “The storm. It’s loud. Like old times.”

~ Helena ~ “Admit it.” Ethan’s smile showed on his lips. “Do you realize you’re like an open book? Your eyes tell everything inside your head.” “B-but ….” “You like my body and want to touch it. No need to be shy.” A statement, not a question. “Are you a mind reader?” I worried he could read my mind. But, oh, what did I think before? Did he know I admired his handsome face and fantastic body? I blushed again. It would be embarrassing if he knew that.

Without waiting any longer, I went to the door and as mom had predicted, it was Ethan, looking sexy enough to knock the breath right out of me. He was wearing black dress pants, a crisp white shirt with a black jacket. His hair had that just out of shower wet look and the way he was checking me out, like he was seeing me for the first time, made my stomach tightening. It was not a perverted I'd-rather-rip-your-clothes-off look. It felt more like… a loving stare. “You look gorgeous, Miss Sanders.” His smile was gentle, almost careful. It felt different from when Nick had told me that I look beautiful.

My cunt pulses around his fingers, soaking them, my thighs trembling as I ride the waves of it. “Goddamn,” Ethan hisses, his cock jerking against my skin. “Look at her. Already coming like a good little slut just from listening to us.” Liam’s hand slides from my mouth to my throat, his thumb pressing just enough to make my pulse flutter. “You want more, Kylie?” he asks, his voice a dark velvet promise. “You want us to fuck you the way you’ve been fantasizing about? The way you touch yourself to at night?”

Hayden replied flatly. Layla scoffed, looking unimpressed. "But he is incredibly wealthy," Hayden added. "Brother, do you have a visual of him? I must see him. Please?" "He isn't our Daddy's mate anymore," Hayden reminded her. "I won't be able to settle into a slumber if you don't show me. Just a glimpse. One look. Please?" Hayden yielded. He slipped out of bed, fired up his laptop, and pulled up a high-res image of Ethan Carter. Layla stared at the screen, her eyes tracing the Alpha’s sharp features.

"You like being watched, don't you? Like knowing I was getting off to your body?" "Yes," Lily moaned, her hips bucking against his hand. "Say it. Say you like being a dirty little stripper." "I like being a dirty little stripper," she gasped. "I like knowing you were watching me, touching yourself....oh God, right there...." Ethan pulled his fingers out and stood, shoving his boxers down. His cock sprang free....thirteen inches of thick, veined perfection....and Lily's eyes went wide. "That's... holy shit, Ethan."

Ethan stroked himself faster, his breathing heavy, completely lost in the fantasy. The door creaked. He froze, his hand still wrapped around his cock, and turned to see a figure in the doorway. Lily. His best friend Marcus's little sister. Sweet, innocent Lily who was home from college for the summer. Twenty-one years old with long dark hair, a body that was definitely NOT innocent, and eyes that were currently locked on his laptop screen. "Oh fuck," Ethan breathed, scrambling to close the laptop. "Lily, I...." "Don't," she said quietly, stepping into the room. "Don't close it."