Sebastian Sallow X Reader Novels & Stories

He gripped Damian’s throat, not tight enough to hurt but enough to hold him in place, fucking him so deep Damian was reduced to incoherent pleas. ‎ ‎“Mine,” Elias growled, thrust after brutal thrust. “Even if it’s just once—you’re fucking mine.” ‎ ‎Damian came undone first, release spilling hot between their stomachs as his body clamped down around Elias, dragging him over the edge. Elias followed with a guttural groan, burying himself deep as he spilled inside him. ‎ ‎They collapsed together, sweat-slick and trembling, the room thick with the scent of sex and the echo of their ragged breaths.

Just… awake. Sebastian inhales sharply, eyes flicking up to mine. “I feel that.” “I know.” The bond stirs, responding to the same current. Not pulling. Not merging. Recognizing. The light spreads under his palm, branching slowly along the etchings like frost on glass. I don’t speak. This is the part people ruin by narrating. Sebastian’s breathing steadies. His shoulders lower a fraction. The tension shifts not disappearing, but reorganizing. Like something inside him has found a position it prefers.

I felt the blood drain from my face, my fingers curling inward as though trying to protect me from something I couldn’t see—but could feel everywhere. If Raven was a nightmare, Sebastian was the thing nightmares feared. Raven liked power, cruelty. But Sebastian? He devoured souls. Whispers in the dark. The stories of the women who never came back. The ones who were found… in pieces. He was the devil the underworld served, the kind of monster who smiled when others screamed. There was no surviving Sebastian. There was only submission—or death. And Raven knew it.

Love didn't stand a chance against absolute profit. "Alright, you've got yourself a deal." Sebastian caved. Despair clouded his eyes as he said, "The ledger is in a wine barrel kept in my famiglia's cellar, but I'll only give it to you if you let me go and pay me first. You'll keep your word, right?" "Who knows?" With that, she turned and left, mockery lacing her voice. "No! You stronza!" His desperate howls rang through the dungeon. …

Now, sitting outside with a book open in his lap, Sebastian was trying to understand more about hybrids without wolves. He was so absorbed in the text that he did not notice Rex approaching until his shadow fell across the page. Sebastian looked up . Rex’s eyes dropped to the title of the book. Before Sebastian could react, Rex reached down and picked it up. Sebastian stood immediately. “Give me that.” Rex read the cover aloud. “Hybrids Without Wolves.” He lifted a brow. “That’s a very specific topic.” Sebastian snatched the book from his hands and kept ot beside him

"Sebastian is the future Alpha of this pack. If you think he'll just let you get away with this—" "I don't care," Warren interrupted. "I don't care about Sebastian. I don't care about his fucking title. I don't care about any of it. All I care about is you." "You're insane," I breathed. "Maybe," he admitted. "But I'm not going to stop until I get what I want. Until I get you." He paused, and when he spoke again, his voice dropped to something darker, more sinister. "Until I fuck you." My blood ran cold.

It was when she felt the cold air brush against her skin that she realized that she was now sitting half- naked in front of him. Before she could react, Sebastian pushed her back on the bed and put one of her mounds in his mouth while squeezing the other in his hand. Charlotte squeezed the bedsheets and moaned in pleasure. Sebastian flicked her nipple with his tongue leaving Charlotte in nothing but a moaning mess. He moved to the second mound and did the same. The room was filled with Charlotte's moans. Sebastian proceeded to take off the remaining of Charlotte's nightgown when suddenly, he stopped and stared at her.

"You crave my thick cock buried in every hole." Fuck, yes. "Yes. God, yes." I wiggled back and forth, enjoying another wave of friction. "Then every hole is what you deserve." Sebastian eased his hand under my bottom, shifting his shaft and pushing me forward. "I love your tight little asshole." I held my breath as he positioned the tip against my dark hole, biting back several screams the moment he slipped just inside, holding me aloft as if waiting to give me time to adjust. I clenched my eyes shut, planting my hands on his legs, my fingers just as tense as the rest of my body.

King Sebastian just walked in from the bathroom, but she's so scared of looking at him. "Come here," His hoarse voice echo in her head, and she quickly stands up to her feet. She glances at him sitting on the edge of the bed with just a black towel wrapped around his waist. It's her first time seeing him naked, but admiring his perfectly built abs and the broad chest is the last thing on her mind. Why should she admire her parents' killer? "My shoulders hurt. I suppose you know how to massage?" He asks, and she slowly nods her head.

I could feel my nipples harden through my clothes at the sudden contact with his hard chest. I felt us going down and I thought he was falling as a result of my weight so I opened my eyes and realized he was sitting. He placed me properly on his lap with our mouths still glued together. He was rock hard and I could feel it against my thigh. This feels so good! I moaned against his mouth Suddenly, I had a strange thought, I was kissing Sebastian. I removed my mouth from his to check him very well and see if there were no mistakes. This is Sebastian! Wait! Sebastian kissed me willingly! Wait Sebastian kissed me while he’s in his right senses. Oh oh