Sam Wilson X Reader Novels & Stories

" ********************* He is JAXON WILSON, the bad boy. . . She is SAMARA GRAY, the good girl. Haters or lovers? What changes will come in their life when they both share the same room?

Chase warns him. “The weird little thing I couldn’t figure out has shown its purpose. It’s positioned perfectly at my clit, and it’s sucking while Hudelone rails into me. Heat burns through my bones, and I’m silenced by the pleasure that builds,” Jax reads aloud with a grin. “Okay, stop reading the fucking book!” Chase laughs, shaking his head as he walks off. “I’m reading them all. Every single one of her books,” Jax smirks, clearly enjoying himself.

18 + VERY, VERY, VERY STRONG KINKY, DIRTY, FREAKY, NASTY FUCK SCENE AHEAD. CHAPTERS 46 AND 47 WILL BE HELLFIRE HOT. SO FOR ALL YOU HALO WEARING LASSES AND LADS, PLEASE SKIP THOSE TWO CHAPTERS. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK, YOU'VE BEEN MOTHERFUCKING WARNED.

The rain at Siren's Point picks up and Aiden takes his fingers out of my core. My insides pulse from the excitement of orgasm. I've had sex before with Jaxson Miles. I was bored with him in bed and had to read sexy erotic novels to get myself going. Aiden's fingering and kissing me is more arousing than any sex I've had before. If he's this good with his hands, I wonder how good he'd be in bed with his body thrusting against mine.

Off-limits. And now, he can’t stop thinking about corrupting her. One session becomes two. And when she confesses she’s never even been kissed properly, Silas knows he’s going to be her first—in every possible way. But can a man like him handle a girl like her… or is he about to ruin the only pure thing he’s ever touched? Chapter One The Dare I stood on the edge of the sidewalk, staring up at the glowing red sign like it might bite me. REIGN INK.

After giving up on research, I had every intention of enjoying a romance novel in the library for the rest of the day, but when Xavier came in the library looking for me, I knew from the look on his face that he had other plans. He had reached out his hand requesting to read the page I was on. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out that I was reading a particularly spicy scene. My flushed face gave everything away. Xavier’s nostrils flared as he finished reading the page I was on. In the book the main characters were fucking on the floor of the library when another male character joined them. They filled two of her holes and plowed into her in the middle of the stacks. “I can smell

***TRIGGER WARNING: Up until now, this story has been fairly tame. From this point forward, Wolfblood takes a dark turn. For those who read the first book of the series, Wolfbane, this book is much darker and deals with more serious, real-world issues. If you prefer light-hearted romances without violence, I advise you not to continue. If, however, you enjoy thrilling werewolf romance novels, please continue with Wolfblood! I promise it's worth the ride.***

The sight should have warmed me, but all I could think about was Silas’s cold eyes watching from the house. “You’re shaking,” Xavier murmured against my hair. I hadn’t even realized. My hands were clenched so tight my nails left half-moon indents in my palms. “Tell me,” he said. Not an order. A request between mates. I kept my voice low. “He had his hands on her. Cornered her in the kitchen like she was some—” My throat closed. Xavier went perfectly still. The kind of stillness that comes before violence. Next to us, Liam suddenly stiffened. His nose twitched—that damn sensitive werewolf hearing. “Uncle Silas is being a creep again?” he asked, too loud.

It "Inverted." Sarah’s "Market Gold" eyes turned a violent, bruised purple as Silas’s remorse flooded her mind. "System Error: Excessive Realism!" Sarah gasped, her form beginning to "Glitch." "The 'Characters' are... 'Harassing' the Author!" From the sky, a massive, obsidian "Report" button appeared—the "Reader's Dimension" responding to the conflict.

Time halts. Selena, now the hybrid progeny of two paranormal worlds, stands before him like a tempest incarnate. Her blue eyes burn ever brighter, with a mixture of defiance and vulnerability. Wilson feels his carefully curated control crumble like ash under her gaze, but maintains his alpharic demure. “What are you doing here?” His voice is low, almost a growl, yet beneath it lies a thread of raw yearning he cannot hide. “If I didn’t know better, I would’ve assumed you’ve been avoiding me… and deliberately too.”