Jonathan Byers X Reader Novels & Stories

Her expression held the calm neutrality of a therapist who had heard every confession and judged none of them. Elijah did not trust her. He never had. The wolf stirred, uneasy. The door opened. Jaxon walked in. Elijah's breath caught before he could stop it. Jaxon wore black jeans torn at one knee and a dark green sweater that made his eyes look almost hazel in the fluorescent light. His curls were wild, as if he had run his hands through them too many times. He looked tired. He looked beautiful. Their eyes met. Jaxon's expression shifted into something Elijah could not name. Relief, maybe. Or recognition.

It was about me and my best friend, Bryce. Jonathan had written fantasies, explicit ones, detailed in ways I hadn’t expected. He wrote about my voice in class, about how it affected him. He described scenes, vivid ones, where control and submission blurred together in ways that made my stomach tighten. I should have closed the journal immediately and should have returned it without reading another word but I didn't. Instead, I kept reading. My body reacted before I could stop it. I could feel the tension building as I pictured everything he had written, every imagined scenario and every detail of what he wanted.

He stared coldly at Emiko and Kaji. "Xander and I are werewolves. Xander is a prime Alpha, and I am his mate," Jonas said. "Xander and I have been bonded for life, and we have a son, whom I carried and gave birth to, because I am a rare Omega. Nothing can separate us, and what you did yesterday was beyond our control. You tested our patience!" "This can't be," Emiko muttered. "You must be using a spell to hallucinate us!" Xander growled, his voice making Emiko and Kaji feel like their bones were turning to jelly.

The guys might not be with me then, we might have become strangers by then but I still want to do it and I will. "Bethany, you sell yourself too short. I assure you that whatever you put out will be good. You seem to forget that you have earned yourself a loyal reader base. They will read what you put out and I am sure it will be good. Hit me with a little preview." She told me excitedly. I smiled. "It's a reverse harem. Three guys, one woman, werewolf, and a lot of erotics." I told her. I blushed when I spoke about the erotic contents of the book. I already know there will be a lot. I have had more sex in the past two weeks than I have had in my whole twenty-nine and half years before I met

Splitting me apart while he groaned my name? No. Stop. He's gay. He's literally getting railed by another man right now, ass clenching around that dick like it’s the greatest thing he'd never want to lose. But my body didn't care about logic, my thighs pressed together instinctively as if trying to ease the throbbing ache building between them. My nipples grazed painfully against the fabric of my top, begging to be pulled and sucked hard. My chest heaved slightly with every shallow breath. Jonathan laughed, low and dirty. “Look at her Adrian. She's fucking dripping just watching you take it like a good boy. Bet her pretty hole is clenching right now, wishing it was her getting stuffed instea

“No. I don’t want to hear about you and him. Or you and them. And I certainly don’t want to hear about him and him.” The two men looked at each other. “Told you.” She smirked before taking a bite. “Wait! I was just kidding.” JD said, blushing. “Well, I, uh…. I’m bi.” Jaxon admitted. “Me, too.” Ty smirked. “I’m not.” Bunny laughed. “I just like -.” “BUNNY!” all three yelled to cut her off. She calmly smiled at them. “Watching them. Being between them. Being under them.”

*** Tyler was already snoring the moment I took a break from reading Rowena’s journal—her most honest and most outrageous collection of secrets and info about herself that only she and this piece of leather journal knows. “I may have sinned, Trinity Goddess. I know I did, but my heart always whispers the name of that Hearteater minion even though my life is already tied with Alpha Bryant.” I have read that line three times in a row already. But every time felt as if it was my first time reading her confession. I made sure my voice is so soft, considering that my husband is just sleeping behind my back. Literally.

Chapter Seventy: Boiling Beneath the Calm Jaxon By Wednesday afternoon, Jaxon Brooks had reread Harper’s last text six times—seven if you counted the time he just opened it and stared. It wasn’t because he didn’t believe her. He trusted Harper. Completely. Irrationally. Stupidly. But still—he felt it boiling under his skin. It wasn’t her. It was Ryker.

“She’s still mine, Ry. Just letting you borrow these holes for a little while.” Rylan laughed—dark, breathless. “Knew she’d take us both like a good girl. Look how wet she is. Fucking dripping down her thighs.” He was right. I could feel it—hot, slippery trails running down the insides of my legs every time Jaxon pulled out and slammed back in. My clit throbbed untouched, swollen and aching, begging for pressure.

I stood there trying to catch my breath, his words ringing in my head. I felt wetness between my thighs, my legs burdened with the weight of my body, and that's when it dawned on me; Jaxon West was not a man, he was a walking seduction. T. B. C!