Jake Peralta X Reader Novels & Stories

Tales, on the other hand, despite his weakness, steps on Raja's feet to gain support. "Ahh, ahh." "Fuck. So good. So tight." Then they reach the climax. Raja picked up the documents and placed them on the table. Tales immediately collapsed to the floor from exhaustion and throbbing of his hole. He feels like he's been used this day equal to a year. Meanwhile, Jake who just arrived was outside the door, a dangerous smirk etched into his face, leaning in the wall near the door with his arms crossed. He keeps humming a song while looking amused by the depravity of sound he was hearing. The look on his face is something to be wary about.

Alpha Jackson concludes. I breathe a sigh of relief; we are finally talking about some different options. Beta Reid and Gamma John look a little more comfortable as well. Beta Gregory has a blank look on his face, and I realize that he and Alpha Jackson are mind-linking. That they are talking confidentially causes me a moment to pause and distrust. I see Kate looking between them as well and can see a look go over her face that would indicate she is thinking the same thing; however, she quickly covers up her look. Alpha Jackson POV

Chase warns him. “The weird little thing I couldn’t figure out has shown its purpose. It’s positioned perfectly at my clit, and it’s sucking while Hudelone rails into me. Heat burns through my bones, and I’m silenced by the pleasure that builds,” Jax reads aloud with a grin. “Okay, stop reading the fucking book!” Chase laughs, shaking his head as he walks off. “I’m reading them all. Every single one of her books,” Jax smirks, clearly enjoying himself.

His eyes widened with recognition, then something that looked like either excitement or dread. "Emma Chen," he repeated slowly. "As in E.C. Hart? The Emma Chen who wrote *Midnight Surrender* and *Dangerous Devotion*?" She nodded, watching his expression shift through several emotions she couldn't identify. "Well," Jake said finally, a strange smile playing at his lips. "This is going to be interesting." Emma turned and fled the coffee shop, her heart hammering against her ribs. Through the window, she could see Jake still sitting at the table, staring after her with an expression she couldn't read.

She answered. “That’s right.” Jaxon said. “However, I am vetting an additional two candidates. One is Alpha Perry Harper from Red Storm.” Quitara gasps quietly and her eyes go wide. “Alpha Perry?” She said quietly and I noticed that her legs is trembling slightly. Shit. “Babe,” I began, “What’s wrong?” “He can’t see me.” She said looking down and she’s fidgeting with her fingers. I’m starting to feel anger building up inside me. Whoever this guy is, he clearly hurt my mate. “Quitara, tell us what happened.” I said seriously.

Water streamed down my naked body as he walked me dripping wet across the warm concrete patio just as the side gate opened. Jake stepped through—tall and broad like Ethan, with a cocky grin and dark tattoos covering his muscular arms. His eyes widened the second they landed on me: completely naked, steel collar locked around my neck, leash in Ethan’s hand, my breasts heaving, pussy visibly swollen and leaking cum down my thighs. “Holy fuck, Ethan,” Jake laughed, staring openly at my body without any shame. “You weren’t kidding. Your little stepsister is even hotter than all the stories you told me. She’s already dripping for us.”

He questioned, "How are you able to declare that you like a woman?" Beta Dillon let out a sigh. "Damn, alpha, you are getting whipped by your breeder," the other person said. Drake threw out a sinister cackle as he laughed. "Dillon, I'm in a complete mess. I'm not sure what kind of emotion this is, but I wanted to find out what it is. The response he gave was, "You like your breeder, alpha." "It is impossible for me to reject the reality of the situation." Drake shook his head, unable to comprehend how his Beta could have such precognition.

The climate in the room rises as hours count down to a critical moment of our assignment. Moving around the ill-organized table covered in maps and papers, the team gathers, standing in the midst of the preparations. Jake is looking straight at me, and although it is only for a few seconds, I can discern a shyness that does not often show itself. “How do you even manage it, Zea?” Jake’s voice is soft, his face intense. This is the question that was raised by the character: ’’Can I have fife being a mother and a killer at once?’’

The man said as he lit a cigarette and waited for Jake to do as he told him to do. The man didn’t know Jake very well but he was just about to introduce himself. Jake knelt in front of the man and looked him dead in the eyes. He looked a little deeper and got a glimpse of this man’s life. He saw a lot but none of it good. He didn’t read souls unless he really had to. It drained a lot of energy and was tough to recover from. But he had to be sure he had right to do was he was

“My daughter is not home yet. She spends a lot of time at the library. She will be back late tonight. You can meet her tomorrow.” Jake just nodded. He wasn’t interested in some stepsister. He wanted food, a shower, and his laptop. After dinner, he went upstairs to his room. Everything looked the same. He locked the door, dropped his pants, and opened his laptop. SweetLily had uploaded a new video that morning. She was wearing a tiny white lingerie set with a cute lace mask over her eyes. She was on all fours, fucking herself with a thick dildo, moaning softly. “Oh yes… fuck me harder,” she whispered in that sweet voice.