Jake Webber X Reader Novels & Stories

“No. Right now, all he’s talking about is making sure no one can get into this pack without our notice, and he says he has a plan.” “It’s also a good form of distraction to keep him from thinking about her—that’s why he’s doing all of those.” “I don’t know, Angel; he might be truly over her. I guess Rex finally got what he wanted. A machine.” “Has he…” I trailed off, knowing that I was invading Wraith’s privacy. “Had sex with other girls since Tessa.” Jake completed. “Yes. Has he?” There was a slight hesitation in his eyes, and I knew what that meant.

My head throbs from three straight days of finals, my bank account is a negative-number joke, and the cheap vibrator in my drawer gave up the ghost weeks ago. Across the living room Alex freezes mid-strum on his old acoustic, that wicked grin already crawling across his tattooed face. Jake, sprawled shirtless like always, sweat still shining on his abs from the workout he just finished, lifts one brow and takes a slow swig of his beer. Liam pushes his glasses up with one finger, pretending he’s still reading his anatomy textbook, but I catch his dark eyes flicking to my bare thighs for the hundredth time tonight. “Rough week?” Jake asks, voice low and lazy.

I wish she’d scream and curse the world for the hand she was dealt, but Brie is still the composed aristocrat she’ll forever force herself to be. I lean against our door, repeatedly running my hand over my face, unable to tear myself away, yet unable to go back inside. I’ll snap. I’ll actually lose my fucking shit if I have to look at her, mangled with tears in her eyes, knowing I’m the cause. Jake, the teenage deckhand who’s father is one of Alex’s high ranking wolves on the Artemis, clears his throat from the middle of the staircase where he’s been perched for Goddess knows how long.

He stroked himself slowly, his gaze hot and demanding. “But we’re not done,” he said, his voice a dark promise. “My turn.” My body is still humming from the explosion, every nerve tingling, when Jake stands up from the bed. His eyes are pure, molten amber, fixed on me as he pushes his jeans and boxers down his powerful thighs. His cock springs free, thick and ruddy, the veins standing out. He’s huge, and the sight of him, so hard for me, makes my insides clench all over again.

"Wes said he would call someone back in Draven Falls to see how often it happens, but he still sees us all figuring it out together." Jake nodded, smiling. "And we shall. You'll see." She tried to give him her best reassuring smile, but doubted she pulled it off. Once the food arrived, they tried to shift topics, moving to more normal, mundane subjects like what each of them had been doing since she left. His tone contained no judgment, no anger left in his eyes. He truly wanted to know about her life since he last saw her, wanted to know how she had survived in such a small town. She told him everything, of how she had searched the dark web and found Bull Creek, of how she met Wes when he w

Jake said, flipping through the neck page of the letters he had received but he stiffened immediately at the powerful scent that wafted through his nostrils which had nothing like his Beta. “Fucking Holy Moon Goddess!!” Jake exclaimed the moment his eyes left the papers to see the figure that entered. His only friend and buddy he had almost practically abandoned due to pack activities. “You didn't tell me you were coming Raze!!!” He laughed and stood up to give a hard hug at the Lycan King who scoffed. “One would think you're so excited to see me, Jake, cut the crap. How disappointed are you right now?” Raze asked and he chuckled.

I would move my things from the apartment next week so that Anya and Andrew would have plenty of time to shift into their new home, and I wanted to help them as well after the wedding. I was reading a fantasy romance with only the lamp on when Jake stepped out of the bathroom smelling clean and manly with a musky scent. I wasn’t surprised when he gathered me in his lap and kissed me. Cupping his cheeks, I kissed him back. I wanted to cherish his gentle touch on my thighs, his warm breath on my neck when he tasted my skin, but I couldn’t. Swallowing the lump in my throat, I pulled away from him. “Babe, can we not?”

I arch a brow, waiting for him to answer. I thought the beta was the alpha's best friend. That is why the beta is the beta, second-in-command. I could be wrong. The line moves and we take a few steps forward. "No, we are more like colleagues, I would say. Wes is my closest friend, not Tyler. As far as friends go, Tyler is not," Jake pauses, a smile creeping onto his face, "Quite my cup of tea." I tilt my head, frowning as he looks to the front. How did he . . . I click my tongue as I remember that he has werewolf hearing.

Carrero. “Just walk away from her? And then what? That guy won’t make her happy …” Daniel can’t do anything but stare and question Jake’s mental state. “Go back to being a man-whore with parties and whatever else, just forget about her.” Jake shrugs, holding up a mug waving it at me asking if I want one too. I smirk and shake my head adoringly. He is playing Hunter so well. My devious asshole of a man. Daniel sits for a moment and stares at his hands quietly.

The sensation was almost too much to bear, sending waves of pleasure rippling through my body as I struggled to maintain my composure. Jake’s lips curled into a knowing smirk as he watched me, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction at the sight of my arousal. He knew exactly how to push my buttons, how to tease and tantalize me until I was aching with longing for his touch. I whimpered softly, unable to contain the desperate hunger that burned within me. “She likes it slow, Page. She likes it when you rub her clit slowly while one finger teases her hole.” Jake said, sending a shiver of anticipation streaming through me, my body responding instinctively. My breath caught in my throat, my heart p