Itoshi Sae X Reader Novels & Stories

He pulled his flannel back on and shifted in his seat, clearly adjusting his hard-on. "But you were enjoying it," I purred. When he looked over at me, I seductively bit down on my finger while my other hand trailed seductively down into my cleavage. It was clear that he was turned on by this but he quickly regained his composure when his expression turned angry. "Saige, you're a student at the school I work for. This is a completely inappropriate situation. I need you to stop coming onto me." Then he really stared into my eyes. "You're better than all of this."

Owen whispered, the word slipping out before he could stop it. Jax's expression tightened with raw hunger. He grabbed Owen by the hips and walked him backward, out of the reading area and into the dark aisle between the tall bookshelves. Owen's back hit the solid wood of a shelf, and a few books rattled above him. Jax pressed his heavy body against Owen's, pinning him to the shelves. "I'm going to make you feel so good," Jax said, his voice a low rumble against Owen's neck. He kissed and bit his way down Owen's throat, marking the pale skin with red patches. Owen moaned loudly, the sound echoing off the rows of books.

No name, no copyright claims… Who would leave something this private in a library? The chair screeched against the floor as I adjusted into it. I turned on the flashlight on my phone, opening the book to reveal the golden letters that filled each page. [All an Alpha ever wants from an Omega is peace.] Those were the words on the first page, and the next was followed by drawings of sexual styles. At first one would think it was sword art, but upon observation it became clear. [Extreme pleasure can only be gained when trust is assured by both parties.]

🔞Warning🔞: This chapter contains mature writing. Please read at your own discretion. If you are not comfortable with this, just skip the entire chapter. ******* OSWIN's POV I thought her scent—she smelled like a combination of jasmine and lemongrass—was sweet, but so did her moan. Her juice was savory, filling the taste buds on my tongue with a strawberry flavor. I couldn't help but smile at her skin, which was already starting to get wet of its own accord and not just by my saliva alone. As her luscious voice filled the room with increasing intensity, the warmth within her grew, eventually causing it to flow and trickle down her inner thighs.

Alex’s smile looked forced. “Congratulations, buddy,” Osborne said smoothly, his lips curling into something that was almost a smirk. “Thank you,” Alex replied. Even without words, I could feel the tension buzzing between them, a taut line only they understood. “And I believe this is the mate you spoke of?” Alex asked at last, his gaze shifting to me. “Yes,” Osborne answered, his tone deceptively calm. “Meet my mate, Aina Wilfred. Of course… you know her.”

My body betrayed me, arching back into his touch, a soft moan slipping past my lips. “Alex…” He groaned, his mouth hot on my neck now, his hands everywhere. “I missed you, Saesha. God, I’ve missed you so fucking much.” The ache in my back was gone, replaced by a different ache — deeper, hotter, consuming. And this time, I didn’t stop him. END OF CHAPTER 90

He stopped breathing when he felt another wave of slick pour from him, the sensations tingling from his lips pushing his sensitive body to produce more. "Fuck!" Sebestian muttered against Allen lips when he scented his mates slick. The scent called to his base instincts, screaming at him that his Omega was ready for him, that he was ready to be taken. He squashed it down, even when Allen hands started wandering down his chest. "Allen, I promise, I'm all yours in a moment but you need to cool off first, you're too hot," he said. He pulled his mate's trousers off and lifted him into the bath, staring down into his bright silver eyes when a whine grated from Allen mouth when he set him down. He

she shrugs swiping her face rubbing any evidence of the upset away before moving to sit at the center table again. Sai’s locking himself down again, thinking about exactly what view he wants to change. Slamming her on the table to put her body on display. Watch her face. Her eyes. As he pounds away the pain. The need coils so deep, it feels like a powder keg waiting for a match. A magic only she has. It’s then I get that Ayame was his first too. Sai doesn’t know the first thing about sex. It’s all instinct, because like her, he swore he’d never want it. Accept it. Be able to tolerate touch, regardless of needing it. The longing leads me to wonder. To experiment. If I can see him……..

Now it's Occisor's turn to bathe. Sasha sits on the bed and picks up one of the books, she is now starting to read the lycanthropic session books. The first book is about Mahni and Selene. She's still in the part where they both train for the big day of the contest. When she finishes reading the second page, the door opens and Occisor enters only with a towel around his waist. Even though she has already gotten used to sleeping with a naked man beside her, Sasha still feels her cheeks heat up whenever he enters the room and takes off his towel. He lays down and she smells the air, the smell that comes from him is very good. She takes a deep breath and stares him in the eye, so as not to let

Her hands were no longer just tending; they were exploring, mapping the terrain of my body with a bold, possessive curiosity that stole my breath. My tunic was the first to go, then hers, each piece of discarded fabric a surrender to the moment. I was exposed, my body a canvas of old wounds and new scars, a testament to a life of violence. But Saea didn't flinch. She leaned in, her lips a soft, reverent trail of fire against my skin. She kissed the jagged scar on my ribs, the faded mark on my shoulder, the ugly, twisted tissue where my arm used to be.