Rhysand X Reader Novels & Stories

I came with a muffled scream around Kairos’s cock, thighs trembling violently as Rhysand licked me through every wave, drinking down everything I gave him. They didn’t let me recover. Rhysand stood, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, and positioned himself behind me. “My turn to feel this tight cunt again.” In one brutal thrust, he slammed into me to the hilt. I screamed around Kairos’s cock, the stretch burning so perfectly.

My body is a live wire, every nerve on fire, my new senses are overwhelmed by the scent of him, the need of him. His fingers curl inside me, finding that rough patch of nerves that makes my vision blur. I whimper, my thighs trembling. “Pleaseeee!” “Please, what?” His thumb circles my clit, slow and deliberate, his fangs grazing the underside of my breast. “Fuck me,” I gasp, my voice desperate. “Rhysand, fuck me.” He doesn’t make me wait. He pulls back, his eyes black with hunger as he tears open his trousers. His cock springs free, thick and flushed, the tip already glistening.

Pulling me along with him, Rhysand lies back fully on the bed, shifting and guiding me with gentle hands until I’m positioned above him in reverse with my pussy hovering over his face, and my face level with his straining erection still confined in his pants. He undoes his pants slowly, freeing his cock, and seeing him so thick and hard for me does something to me. With a finger, I trace his throbbing veins up to the tip glistening with pre-cum. I’m practically salivating just looking at it. Rhysand’s hands cup my ass again, digging into the flesh as he pulls me down toward his mouth. “Let me taste you, mushroom,” he whispers, his breath hot against my pussy. I lower myself, and his tongue f

Archibald let out a blood curdling scream as he tried to fight off Rael, but Rael grabbed him by the neck, his claws digging into his flesh. In the next second, he pulled out his throat, throwing Archibald’s body to the ground. “Pathetic,” he cursed, standing up from the ground. Around him, the lycans started rising, their eyes widening in shock at the sight before them. Rael was completely unrecognizable, his eyes were pitch black, and a dark, black energy glowed around him.

"Very well. We won't delve deeper now. But if we're to have this conversation, let's start properly. My name is Silas Blackwood, though you seem to know that already." "Kyra," she murmured shyly. "Kyra Ellis." "A pleasure, Kyra." He smiled faintly, polite and warm. "Now, since you've mentioned subs and Doms, allow me to explain the depth of it. It's not just games or fleeting encounters, it's a profound dynamic built on trust, consent, and mutual respect."

Happy fucking birthday, MATE! I stood in the middle of the mess as my mate walked out. "Rhianna... please. This isn't-" "BUT IT IS. I, Rhianna Adams, reject you, Alpha King, Theodore Haverford, as my mate and my Alpha under the sacred eyes of-" He grabbed me by my throat and strangled me. Hard. "NOBODY IS REJECTING ME." I choked. My face went pale. I couldn't breathe. His lies were suffocating me, just as his hands were, with their sticky webs, making it challenging for me to breathe freely and think clearly. I thrashed, trying to break free.

Thyra let out a gasp when she noticed the dangerous red eyes that stared at her as if he could see through her. She could dictate the anger from the expression of the man. But what did she do to receive such a deadly stare? Wait! Red eyes! Thyra internally screamed as the realization hit her. The man she had been admiring was an Alpha. They were the only ones among werewolves with that eye color. At least that was what she knew from the research and discoveries she had made.

Just a fingertip away. Just a hair's breadth apart. Close enough that I can feel the heat radiating from his body. His golden eyes glint in the dark. He looks almost hungry. I close my eyes and step into his embrace. He is so warm. His skin is smooth and soft. I can feel the hard muscles. I can feel his heart pounding. "Rylie," he whispers. "Rylie." I hear the longing in his voice. I hear the desperation. I hear the love.

Ryker's POV I take one step back, just one and in that single heartbeat, everything inside me snaps. My irises bleed red. Not just red, violent, the kind of red that screams hunger and rage buried deep in my bones. My senses sharpen so intensely I can hear the twitch of fingers fisting around metal, the tremor in all their breathing, the blood pulsing through Rourke’s wrist like it’s screaming at me to devour it. My claws extend slowly and beautifully.

Livia wanted to fan herself, to stop long enough to fully appreciate the vision Rhye made—hot and sweaty, energized from the fight, his beautiful eyes dark with the same lust she felt. With the white tattoos swirling over his skin, his full beard, and his long, mahogany hair hanging loose around his shoulders, he appeared every bit a warrior, like he’d walked right out of the pages of a romance novel. They wore a path in the mat, circling each other, both tempting the other to make a move, until Rhye lunged for her in a blur, so fast she barely saw the movement, barely realized his intention until his strong arms locked around her body like a vise, and he took her down.