Rwby X Male Reader Novels & Stories

I squeezed her arm and told her, "Okay let's go find out!" Ryker was silently following us, staying close to my side not knowing what we were up too. We went kind of close to the guy that Ruby thinks is her mate. "Okay let us get this training started," I replied noticing the warrior staring at Ruby now and getting a blow from his partner making him fall over. Ruby rushed to his side and asked if he was okay. The man reached up and brushed his hand down Ruby's cheek and muttered, "mate," with a grin on his face. He had dark brown hair and blue eyes that seemed to just focus on Ruby, he was very tall and seemed to be made of muscle he also had tattoos that covered his chest, arms, and back. I

I took a mental picture of the scent before my sight. My wolf purred, yes, purred. He was madly in love. Ruby Rue Rothwell, in a skimpy yellow bikini, was a sight to behold. My enjoyment lasted only for a second when an unknown male suddenly grabbed her waist and tackled her into the water, laughing like the funniest thing. What's more, Ruby laughed too. Hayes and I were running to them. He was dead for touching what was mine.

His mouth trailed lower, skimming the sensitive spot beneath my ear, and I melted into the mattress with a gasp. The door burst open. “Oh, for fuck’s sake.” Ryder leaned against the doorframe, his arms crossed tightly over his chest. Morning light gilded the sharp angles of his face, highlighting the faint scar cutting through his brow—a souvenir from a fight he’d never talk about. His obsidian eyes burned into us, but there was no real anger there. Just a flicker of that raw, unspoken hunger he’d stopped trying to hide. Jaxon sighed, his breath hot on my neck. “You’re blocking the sun, Ryd. Either come in or go brood somewhere else.”

Xayden’s POV I watched in stunned disbelief as Rhys crossed the final line. My blood roared in my ears, a feral growl rumbling deep in my chest as he dared—dared—to lay his filthy hands on my mate. Rhys moved with brazen defiance, his hands sliding to Bolt’s waist as if he had the right, as if I wasn’t standing right here. And then he did it—he pulled Bolt to him, pressing their bodies flush together. His lips descending on Bolt’s with a reckless, fiery fervor, his boldness igniting like gasoline on an open flame.

I let out a small laugh before closing the book, leaving the bookmark inside of the page I was reading. His eyes followed the book that I was reading, only to smirk at the sight of the cover. “Oh, shit, did I interrupt something?” he smirked at me while I frowned at him. I realized that he was pertaining to the book that I was reading. “Maybe?” I smirked back while standing up and stretching my body. “But it was a bit boring, the intense parts were shortened and got me bored” I explained to him the reason why I was getting drowsy. “A bit far from your tastes?” Brye adds before closing the book that he was reading and standing up with me. “Yeah, I think romance books are better with more inte

I'd blush hard, but they'd pull me close. Wyatt's hand would be on my neck, tilting my head. “Read it aloud.” And with my voice shaking, I'd stammer the words, my cock throbbing in my jeans. Bryce would be behind me, grinding his hard-on against my back. “Good boy. Now show us…right now.” They'd strip me slowly, with Wyatt unbuttoning my shirt, his lips on my collarbone, biting it lightly. “You wrote about this bite?” He’d sink his teeth deeper, leaving a mark while Bryce would yank my pants down, his hand cupping my balls, squeezing it just enough to ache.

Bree lay cuddled to Ryder's body, engulfed in the warmth and hardness that was all him, all masculine. They'd exhausted themselves pleasuring each other, and contrary to what she'd read in all those sex books she'd got off the counter of the local store, Ryder hadn't gone limp or tired after the first round. He'd stood proud still, ready to take her to every fucking heights of pleasure and more and in the end, it had been she who'd begged for a break.

I told her. “So,” she was panting as I was continuing kissing her, “I was reading this one novel,” I groaned and kissed her lips in the hopes of shutting her up about her webnovels, “and in this world, males are the only ones who can shift.” “Sounds like a shit book,” I murmured and continued to kiss down her neck and to her breasts. “It’s,” her breath catched in her throat, “actually quite well done.” “Mmm,” I hummed as I continued to distract her while working my way down.

I placed my free hand on my waist and lifted my brow questioningly at him. “No, those were different.” Ryker shook his head, a small smile forming on his lips, still moist after the kiss. “Most of it was Khrysaor and his impatience to get into your pants. He can’t wait to mark you.” He let out a deep chuckle, shaking his head, then his silver eyes were focused on me once again. “This time,” his silver eyes held mine and I felt my heart beat faster as I waited for him to finish his sentence, “This time, it was all me.”

The scent of their sex, the slap of skin meeting skin, their fractured breathing, and Aito’s incoherent mumbling and whimpering echoed around the room. Sweat ran rivulets down both their bodies. Ryu growled like an animal as he wrapped his arms around Aito and picked him up still impaled on his cock. The position made him sink even deeper, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from Aito followed by a curse which came out as a whimper.