Lyney X Reader Novels & Stories

I say thoughtfully, earning a grin from the three of them. Lina suddenly changes the subject, pulling out her phone. "Oh, girls, read this. I was reading some smut last night, and I can’t figure out how... they were even positioned." She hands me the phone, and we huddle together to read the passage, Charlotte still on my lap, Hannah leaning in, and Lina half-turned on the table. The text is a tangle of limbs and dominance:

Lynexia returned to her plate and picked at her food. “So, Lynexia, what do you think of your new home?” Xander questioned. “Its nice.” she responded not looking up. “How did you sleep?” Ginger questioned. “Fine, I guess.” the young girl shrugged. “How did you spend your day?” the older woman asked. “I looked around the apartment, took a nap, and read a couple of books.” Lynexia explained. “Oh, what books did you read?” Ginger perked up. “Well, I actually found a set of books that said they were published right here. The author was listed as Selinas Astrea.” Lynexia responded. “A very good writer. They tell great stories that keep the legends of wolves through the generations.” Xander states

Author's Pov Lily was busy reading the novel she just started yesterday, her eyes instantly widened when she read the next lines which left her utterly speechless. Lily had read a lot of smut books even some bdsm related, but this was the first time she was reading something so explicit and kinky, the male lead was a freak indeed, the female lead was a prostitute in the story and the male lead was trying to find a way to fill the void he was having from the last few months.

I blushed. I stared at our joined hands, his muscular and big hands engulfing my tiny and slender hands. I wanted that hand to be all over me, touching and exploring every inch of my skin. Sighting out those secret curves and edges that would make me arch my back and scream his name in ecstasy. Oh my god Claire! Get a grip of yourself. Your in public and a few e seconds ago, you were about to loose your life. Well it's still not over yet. Liliana was still growling and she was still being held down.

Kael doesn’t stop, doesn’t let up, his fingers working me through it until I’m a trembling mess, my breath coming in ragged gasps. When I finally slump back against the sheets, my chest heaving, he withdraws his fingers with a wet, obscene sound. I watch through half-lidded eyes as he brings them to his mouth, licking them clean with a groan. “Delicious.” His eyes gleam, dark and hungry. “And we’re only just beginning.” The door to the chamber creaks open, and I turn my head, my pulse stuttering as Lyrix Valehart steps inside. He’s tall, lean, where Kael is broad and brutal, Lyrix moves like a shadow, his silver hair catching the candlelight. His gaze rakes over me, slow and assessing.

Downstairs, Ethan called out, “Yo, Lila! You coming down or what? Food’s getting cold!” Ryder’s eyes lit up with dark amusement. He pushed deeper, holding her head in place for a few seconds as she struggled not to cough. “Answer him,” he whispered. Lila pulled off just enough to gasp, “I’ll— I’ll be down in a minute!” Her voice was hoarse and shaky. Ryder shoved back into her mouth immediately. “Perfect little liar. Now make me cum before they get suspicious.” He used her mouth harder, chasing his release. Lila sucked desperately, tears streaming down her cheeks, fingers rubbing her clit frantically.

But I couldn’t erase the memory of Kaidën’s lifeless body, the way his eyes fluttered open after I fed him the antidote, pinning me to the floor with a look that felt more like a warning than thanks. A soft knock pulled me back to the moment. I jumped when Lyrien stepped inside, closing the door behind him. He’d taken off his formal coat, sleeves rolled up to reveal his strong arms, veins stark in the glow of the firelight. A faint smear of ink marked his forearm—probably letters or maps, another secret plan. “Can’t sleep?” he asked gently, his voice softer than the wind rustling through the pine trees outside. I attempted a smile, twisting the edge of the blanket in my hands. “I don’t reall

Lilly “That has now earned you five more strokes.” He says in a calm voice. His hand slowly strokes the area he just slapped. “Which makes it thirty four left.” “No. Please Mr. Storm. I’m sorry. I won't curse again.” I beg him. I do not want five more of that. He never answers. Instead he slaps me again and again and again. I cry out and beg him to stop, but never curse. My tears are flowing from my eyes as the pain from his spanking registers in my brain. But there is not only pain. With horror I feel my sex overflow with slickness as arousal tingels through my body.

We did not say a word for some seconds. "Look, maybe my mate might not be available anymore. Brian said that not all Lycans find their mate and that all species have a higher chance of finding their mates than Lycans. So we both have made peace with that fact, and I want to believe in that and have something with Brian. I am lonely, and I want to have someone like you do." "You have me," I whispered. She laughed, "Sure, but you spend most of your time having loud orgasms in the prince's bed."

Her heart skipped a beat as she saw Lycan Cross getting out of the car, his eyes fixed intently on her. "Illebaye," he said, his deep voice sending shivers down her spine. "May I have a word with you?" Illebaye's instincts told her to be cautious, but she nodded anyway. "Of course, Lycan. What brings you here?" Lycan Cross smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "I think it's time we had a little chat, don't you?" And with that, he walked towards her, his presence filling the space around her. Illebaye's heart raced with anticipation, wondering what he wanted to talk about.