Sesshomaru X Reader Novels & Stories

Me: This is wrong. Unknown: Does it feel wrong when I tell you how beautiful you are? How I would kiss every inch of that soft stomach you try to hide? How I would worship between your thighs until you couldn't remember your own name? I lay back on the bed, breathing faster. My free hand moved down my body almost involuntarily, slipping under the waistband of my shorts. I was already soaked. My fingers found my swollen clit and began slow circles as I read his next message. Unknown: That's it. Touch yourself for me, Isabella. Imagine my hands instead of yours. My mouth. My tongue tasting how sweet you are.

I smile to assure him I’m fine and love this. “Patience, My Love,” Lorcan says seductively, holding his wet fingers, “Would you like to taste your mistress Xim?” “I would, thank you, My Alpha,” and without question, Xim licks Lorcan's fingers clean of my juices with a hiss. Lorcan’s body shudders under me, and bumps erupt everywhere on him. The site makes me wild, and I force his bare cock inside me and lean over to Xim. I push Lorcan’s hand away, finally locking lips with my shy serpent.

I murmured, my fingers tangling in his hair, nails scraping against his scalp. His lips curled into a smirk against my skin. "You’re such a liar, Stòr." (Love) I gasped as his teeth grazed my collarbone, his fingers tightening against my hip, pulling me closer, pressing his body against mine. Every inch of him was heat and power, coiled restraint, a man who could break me apart with a single touch but held back—just barely. "Say it." His voice was lower now, raspier, edged with something unspoken.

He picked me up, pulled me back against his chest, and sat down on the floor with me in his arms. The moment his skin touched my neck, the fire tearing through my veins eased. The bond beneath the brand opened. It carried away the worst of my breakdown, sharing the unbearable weight between us. The pain in my bones faded enough for me to breathe again. *** The scent of lilies grew even heavier as our pulses began to synchronize, drawing a deep, dangerous growl from Lucien's chest.

If you’re like me, there’s nothing else you love more than ignoring all your adult responsibilities and reading trashy werewolf romances, like this one, “Torn Between Two Alphas: A Werewolf Romance Tragedy”. That’s why I almost missed the red “Join Call” button when it blinked at me, because I was too busy watching the Alpha on page thirty-three slam his hand into a tree and declare You’re mine. I barked out a laugh mid-chew and nearly lost a Dorito crumb up my nose, trying not to die of cringe as I swiped to the next page on my screen.

His gaze softened as I walked toward him. My mother sat in the front row, her eyes glistening as she tried to hold back tears. “In the presence of our ancestors and under the light of the full moon, we witness the union of two souls the healer and the protector.” I took Liam’s hand. A strange energy ran across my skin as he began to recite his vow in the ancient language of the werewolves a language I’d only ever read about in the pack’s old tales. “I, Liam Darkmane, swear to protect you with every breath, to love you through every wound, and to walk beside you until our spirits become one.”

Danika and I say together before piercing our fangs into his skin. All I can feel is him. His blood on my tongue, his body pinning me to the tree, his breath on my shoulder, his cock deep inside of me, and his soul… I can feel his very essence attaching itself to mine. I enjoy the euphoria for a moment, then release my fangs from his neck, placing a kiss on the wound I created. Over the next couple of days, it should turn into a crescent moon. Samael smiles at me, “Thank you,” he says. I’m so giddy, I can only smile back, as I fight off tears of happiness. He embraces me tightly, “I love you too Aurora”

I love my evil little girlfriend. “Perfect,” I said before scooping her up in my arms, and kissing her soundly. “Ew,” Kimi said before turning into the house. We locked the door, and waited in the living room for Ray to get back. Sue came in a few minutes after we settled. I was tracing designs on Rose’s legs as she sat on my lap and read something on her phone. “Rose, are you still reading those online novels?” Sue asked. I laughed. “She is. She knows real werewolves, and she keeps reading fantasy.”

After all, I was Cassius, one of the strongest vampires in the supernatural community. No one took what was mine. No one had dared to, except this obstinate werewolf who was currently growling at me, on my own wedding day to a woman that had always been mine. A woman that should have never even had anything to do with him, a woman who thanks to him had suddenly started having dreams. Dreams that only sought to take her far away from me. Removing my jacket and rolling up my sleeves, sure that my men would arrive to take care of the rest of his men, I smirked at Damien whose eyes glowed red with anger and thirst for blood. I could relate, because I too wanted him dead.