Sebastian Sallow X Reader Novels & Stories

Ethan Williams shifted his attention back to me the moment the handshake was over. I contain the urge to dodge this man’s eyes. His sight has the pentranating power as if he could see through my thought. I don’t want to flinch, but I hate the feeling of being stared by a snake. “Scar is my ex-wife,” Sebastian said that with oddly not shame but pride, almost as if there wasn’t an “ex” before the word “wife”, “I asked her to come looking for me, but I guess she mistook 001 for 007.”

It was too sharp and too focused before softening again. “What are you going to do to me, Mr. Vale?” I gasped, arching my back. Sebastién swallowed. “Very, dangerous things, Miss Moreau.” He leaned down, breath ghosting my neck. “I’d eat you whole if you’re not careful. I’d suck you dry.” My pussy somehow got even wetter at those words, and I moaned. “I want you to. Please, sir.” “You don’t know what you’re asking for.” His hands snaked down my body, going past my bra and sliding down the waistband of my panties.

I slowly opened my eyes only to see an imposing figure standing close to the window. Sebastian. His name crossed my mind. He was adjusting his cufflinks. I had not got a better view of him last night because of the atmosphere. He stood there, his back facing me. He turned, as if my piercing gaze was poking him. Our eyes locked. I didn’t know what to expect considering my head still aches from the excessive alcohol intake and last night still remained a blurred memory. The only thing that came to my mind were fragments of last night. The slow kisses, hands on my bare skin, his teeth on my neck, our sweat filled skin slamming against each other. I couldn’t put the pieces together.

It was a craving for closeness, for the connection he was asking for, and for the energy that only I could give him. “Sebastian…” His voice was softer now, almost a sigh, a vibration that went through my whole body. I leaned closer, pulled by the invisible connection between us. My hands framed his face, my thumbs rubbing against his cheekbones. He tilted his head slightly, and the heat from his body pressed into mine.

Sebastian cut in with a cold voice. Xavier pushed me away slightly to stop, his eyes blazing with hunger and his fingers squeezed my hip in dominance. He grinned before licking at my lip corner, tasting the salvia left by our kiss in frenzy. He brushed my cheek fondly before switch his glance behind me. I snapped my head back to look at Sebastian, who stood in a short distance, arched his brow at me with a meaningful wink. “Time for serious business.” He said to Xavier. Xavier rolled his eyes and let me out of his hug with a huff, asking Sebastian in a severe tone, “You heard so?”

I don’t want to gaslight her, but I do just that, “Something I read in a book. We don’t have to talk about the borders of sexual dynamics. We can focus on the present, on what we want, so tell me, baby, how do you want me?” She exhales and confesses, “Slow, but hard later.” I grin, “Whatever the lady wants, the lady gets. Now, crawl to me.” Her eyes gloss over with lust. She lets Sebastian go and crawls to me. She just sucked my cock harder than anyone ever has, and now, it’s time to make her feel good. She deserves everything, and I’m going to give it to her. First, I’ll drill her softly, then harder. Maybe I’ll give Sebastian the honours.

Third Person's POV “I can't be a Luna; I'm just a Delta 3. All I know is how to be a pet. I don't even know how to be your mate,” Sebastian told Grayson before Ezra went to take down Luther. The book Sebastian was reading suddenly goes flying as Grayson grabs him from the sofa chair and falls back against the couch, wrapping him tightly in his arms. Sebastian laughs as Grayson buries his face in his neck, and his light stubble tickles his sensitive skin.

Adeline's world narrowed to the sensation. Nothing existed beyond this hidden space. Only Sebastian's touch. Adeline's grip on Sebastian's hair tightened, her fingernails digging into his scalp as he continued to devour her. Her other hand flailed, knocking books off the table, sending them crashing to the floor. Tomes thudded onto the dusty ground, their pages rustling, forgotten in the heat of their passion. Sebastian's hunger was insatiable, his mouth exploring every inch of her. Adeline's moans grew louder, her voice tangled in ecstasy. Her back arched, hips tilting upward, as Sebastian's hands grasped her waist, holding her in place.

There was only sensation: the sting of ice on my nipples, the tickle of the feather along my spine, the relentless tease of his fingers. My world narrowed to the sound of his breathing, the rustle of clothes, the wet slide of his touch. I was frantic, mindless, reduced to a single burning need. When he finally pulled away entirely, I whimpered. The blindfold came off making me squint at the sudden lighy. Sebastian knelt between my legs, shirt unbuttoned, hair mussed. His mouth was swollen, eyes wild. He looked as wrecked as I felt. “Next time,” he said, voice rough, “you’ll beg me to let you come.”

Sebastian’s POV I pulled away from her lips and lingered there, my forehead brushing hers, searching her eyes for hesitation. I thought I’d see resistance, maybe even regret. But instead, I saw hunger. That same raw, burning look she’d given me years ago that I couldn't resist. “We can stop if you don’t want this,” I whispered, my voice husky, almost betraying the storm that raged in me. But then her hand slid up to my shoulder, fingers curling into my skin, grounding me. Her lips curved into a sly smile, her voice low and intoxicating.