Jesse Pinkman X Reader Novels & Stories

Chapter 3 Jasmine woke in her bed unsure of how she got there but fairly thankful. Her head was killing her, pounding away at her temple as she struggled to get up out the bed. A knock on the door caused her to moan as she placed the pillows over her. Jasmine didn’t even know what time it was, but the person persisted. She just read the mind of who it was, Xavier, and she groaned again not in the mood for him today. “Come on Peters we have another case.” Xavier shouted. “One you may want to look into.”

The only way is if he gets punished both by the heavens and on the earth. The look in Jasper's eyes reflected his understanding of Alyssa. He resonated with her so deeply that his blood pulsed through his veins. He couldn't help but put his arm over her shoulders and hold her. She was the one who understood his innermost feelings the most. Clarissa looked down as she thought about it deeply. After a moment, she lifted her eyes again and looked at them with a determined gaze. "Josh has a kink. He likes to record sex videos in secret.

My phone pings. JASMINE: Ethan's either stupid or loves hitting on me for his own sick amusement. Either way, cat's out of the bag. When's the next date and who is it this time? I shoulder my bag in annoyance and head for the door. Jasmine is crazy hot, and I really care about her, but her jealousy streak is getting old. I head towards my car and text her back: PERRIN: You know I had nothing to do with this. I can get my dad off my back once I'm Alpha and we can do what we want. I'm really s--

Jason When the ambulance drove off with her inside, I turned to look at my Beta and Gamma. They looked at me with questioning eyes—full of thoughts I had no answers for. Through mind link, I immediately asked them to take Jessica home. Of course, Erik had to complain that he didn’t want to be stuck with “that red-haired witch.” I didn’t even have to scold him—before he finished his thought, Hunter smacked him hard on the back of the head. I didn’t look back at Jessica. If she had gotten even the slightest idea that I was about to leave her with Erik and Hunter, she would’ve latched onto my arm, and I wouldn’t have been able to get away.

Then she appears at my elbow near the coffee station. "What was on the paper?" "Nothing." Her eyes narrowed ..... not unkindly, the narrowing of someone who has a very accurate internal lie detector and has just watched it register. "Kristen." "It was a list." "Of?" I looked at her. The full look ..... the one that means I am telling you the truth and I am also asking you to let me have this for one more hour before it becomes a conversation. Jesse reads this look. She has a fluent working knowledge of all my looks, built over two years of shared shifts and parking lot debriefs and phone calls that start at seven-fifteen precisely when I need them.

Just her pink eraser-like nipples are visible, poking up into the night air. "Oh fuck, Amber." Jimmy sighs, as he lowers his face between her thighs and runs his dark fingers through her triangle of light red hair. "Oh God!" Amber cries, as I hear Jimmy slurping up her pussy juice. Jasmine turns to take another look, brushing her arm against the bulge in my pants. Startled, she quickly pulls her arm away and looks at me quizzically. I shrug apologetically, and nod towards the erotic coupling, taking place just beyond the hedges.

I kept turning it over, the image and everything else underneath it, and then before I fully decided to I was already typing again. "This alpha kissed me." The speaker read it out and Jessica's fork stopped mid-air. I did not stop, my fingers kept moving. "We got very intimate. I felt his wolf that night." Jessica turned fully toward me now, food forgotten. "I might not know what it feels like because my powers are low," I typed, "but it felt like I woke a part of him up that night." I finally stopped, set the phone on my knee, and looked at her. She looked back at me for a long, quiet second. "And you are saying this now because?" She tilted her head, giving me the kind of look that meant s

I assure her. “I’m much too busy to read,” she claims. I proceed to read two paragraphs out loud to her. She leans in to read along with me. I knew she would be hooked. Jackson peeks his head in between ours, startling us. “Such filth!” he teases. “How can you read that porn.” “Old man you need your eyes checked. There is not a sex scene on this page,” I inform. Jackson laughs, “But it does have sex scenes, doesn’t it?”

In another hour, they’ll be completely gone, like they weren’t even there. Jessie walks away to dispose of the bloody gauze and towels, and I pull my t-shirt back on, rising to my feet from the bench. Jax is just standing there, staring at me, his expression unreadable. Our eyes meet and he gently sweeps his fingertips across the back of my hand. “Quinn…” he murmurs, his voice low. “Jaxon.” My own voice is soft, breathy. And there it is again. That moment between us, that tension. That feeling that this could be so much more than we’re allowing it to be.

Lisa places a hand at the back of Amber’s head, pinioning her where she’s at as she insists, “Good kitty. Lick all my cum off her.” Amber obeys. My pulse jumps. I crane my neck and spare a glance at Jameson. His gaze locks with mine, instantly. Blazing brightly. Telling me without him having to say a word that this is not over…