Slender X Reader Novelas e Histórias

NO AUDITORS ALLOWED. Xander leaned heavily against the wooden rail of the ship, his brown eyes reflecting the jagged light of the low-hanging wooden stars. The harsh orange glow that had lived under his skin for nine volumes was gone, leaving only the quiet, permanent gray map of his charcoal heart. He reached down, his calloused fingers brushing a splash of the ink-sea from the hull. It didn't stain his skin; it ran off his knuckles like pure, heavy water, leaving behind a faint scent of cedar and old library shelves.

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The scent of pine and leather mingled with the familiar musk of my mates, grounding me even as memories of Lexa's fear echoed through our bond. Xander stood sentinel by the window, his powerful frame outlined in moonlight. The silver strands in his white braid caught the gentle glow, making him look otherworldly - my warrior, my protector, my Alpha. Kane and Dax had settled on the edge of our massive bed, their shoulders touching in a way that seemed unconscious but spoke volumes about their growing closeness.

The sparks of energy that had enveloped us intensified, teasing and zapping pleasure through my core. “Yes, my little mate,” Xander’s voice laced with desire as his lips trailed along my neck, his breath sending delightful shivers down my spine. My body arched instinctively as he found my mark, his touch igniting a delicious ache within me. A soft moan escaped my lips as he skillfully pinched my nipples through the sheet that covered me. He muttered, “This needs to go,” and yanked the sheet from my body. His eyes darkened as he took my body in. The growl of appreciation that left his mouth made me pant in anticipation. My hands gently made their way down his chest.

excited to start working with her and the team, I typed out my findings on their upcoming project. I get a text from X, It was fine babe. Missing you too. I’ll be back with you tomorrow. Tomorrow can’t come soon enough. It’s 5 o'clock and the girls should be here any minute. I pick out a couple of bottles of wine and take out some glasses, I search the fridge finding some cheese that sits on a shelf to pair with the expensive wine. There’s a knock on the door and I hear chatter from the other side, they’re here. I open the door to let them in, I’m surprised to see Slim sitting on a chair with his head down and phone in hand. What is he doing here? The girls come in and take in t

as he arches off the floor. My finger delves deep into Xander’s warmth, moving in a steady rhythm that sends shivers through his body. The flickering light of the fire dancing over his body, the air thick with our arousal is driving me wild. I remove my tongue from his entrance, replacing it with another finger, then another, each one pushing deeper, scissoring to stretch him further. Xander's breath hitches, his muscles clenching around my fingers as I work him open.

Only then did he surface, mouth wet and eyes glazed, to watch her collapse across the pillow. He lined himself up, no slow teasing now, and slid in. Her heels locked behind his back, nails raking his shoulder for purchase. The familiar edge of resistance gave and she folded around him, hot and silken, slicked from his mouth and her own want. Xander plunged in, hard, pacing himself by the way she met him. Every time he thought she was near breaking, she shoved back even harder, her moaning escalating until it echoed off the tin ceiling. He was aware of nothing but the cradle of her hips and the clamp of her body, his own pulse roaring in his ears.

"You wanna be too overwhelmed?" "I'm too much overwhelmed already." "Yeah, let's see about that." My brows crossed; I didn't understand his last words but whatever. I just puffed a breath, easing the heavy stones on my chest. "Slender is not a werewolf," he uttered. "He's a seer. He can see hints of the future but it isn't always a hundred per cent accurate. He could be wrong, he could be right but mostly in between." "He's not a werewolf?" My jaw dropped.

Xavier commanded softly, his voice a low, possessive rumble. Selah opened her eyes, her gaze locking onto his, heavy-lidded and dark with pleasure. Holding her hips firmly, Xavier guided his thick, rigid length to her entrance. Slowly, deliberately, he pushed inside her. Selah let out a high, breathless cry, her fingers clutching the sheets as her tight walls stretched to accommodate his massive size. He paused, buried deep within her, letting her body adjust to the thick, stretching fullness of him. He leaned down, kissing her deeply, tasting her sigh of pleasure as she wrapped her legs tightly around his waist, pulling him even deeper.

A lycan who ruled with iron claws wrapped in tailored suits. And I had just come undone for him on camera, moaning like a whore while his words commanded every stroke of my fingers. The phone screen suddenly lit up again, casting a pale blue glow across the stone walls of my small cell. My heart slammed against my ribs. Another message from ShadowKing. From Jax. "You came so beautifully for me tonight, little sin. I could almost taste how sweet your surrender is." My stomach twisted. Heat rushed to my face and lower, pooling hot and insistent between my legs. I squeezed my thighs together, but that only made the slick friction worse, drawing another quiet whimper from deep in my throat.