Thrawn X Reader Novels & Stories

Thorne’s hands pinned her wrists above her head, his body covering hers, dominating yet protective. Each thrust pushed her deeper into the furs. Her breasts spilled free from the loosened bodice; he latched onto one nipple, sucking hard while pounding into her. The full moon’s pull was on him now. His thrusts grew faster, harder. Primal. Elara wrapped her legs around his waist, heels digging into his flexing backside, urging him deeper. She could feel the wolf just beneath his skin—the way his muscles rippled, the faint scratch of claws against her wrists that he quickly sheathed again.

He looked like he walked straight out of a pirate story. “I am Captain Thorne Blackwood,” he said in a deep, rough voice. “And you, little librarian, just called me here.” Liora’s heart pounded. He was incredibly handsome. Tall, strong, with a scar on his jaw that made him look even hotter. Thorne walked closer. “You smell like old books and sweet desire,” he said. He gently touched her chin. “Tell me, Liora… do you want me to show you what a real man can do?”

The first man, sensing her indifference, left without another word. Moments later, the younger man approached, sitting close beside her. His voice dropped to a husky whisper as he asked, "Are you interested?" Elara stayed silent, leaning in so close their faces nearly touched, then twirled the glass in her hand with a sly smile before pulling back. The man’s eyes roamed over her, taking in every curve. He slid his arm around her waist, pulling her closer as he whispered, "I’m Xander Hawke . And you, sexy?" Elara met his gaze and, in a sultry voice, said, "I’m Elara."

Tyler's POV Rebel Wolves was my safe haven and escape from the many dramas happening in my life. Reality was stifling, sometimes dressed as a tall blonde female called Brenda. On other days, it was my family and the responsibilities that came with being a Marshal; it was certainly not the greatest life. "You're standing me up again, Babe," Brenda had texted earlier as I made my way out of the club with this beautiful stranger by my side. I heard my phone chime once more, but I ignored the text and continued towards the VIP room.

They married immediately, and they were expecting now. Tristan and I had triplets, two boys and one girl, and he spoiled them silly. They were Ethan, Miles and Arya. They were a joy. They all looked like Tristan except for Arya, who had my eyes. Tristan was king, and Dean was the Duke and the King's second in command. Ironclaw was a great place to be. While Alec was Dean's beta, Jason his Gamma, and my brother his Delta, Jared was Tristan's beta, and Thomas his Gamma in the Nighthowlers' pack.

And still they didn’t stop. Matthew pinned her wrists above her head. “She’s mine,” he said. Stefan’s voice was low. Jealous. “Then why does she call my name?” Matthew smirked. “Let’s see who makes her scream louder.” They switched positions. Now Stefan inside her, rough and savage, his hand around her throat. Matthew behind her, mouth on her neck, biting her shoulder. Two brothers. One woman. And Elena breaking beneath every thrust. --- They came almost at the same time.

And gods help him—the way her hand fit in his like it had been carved there. Thorne prowled just under his skin, claws raking, demanding release. Claim her. Right here. Now. She’s ours. Tristan clenched his jaw so tightly it ached. He had led warriors into battle, faced rival Alphas without flinching, stared down death a dozen times—but holding himself back from Evandra in that moment was the hardest thing he had ever done.

Callista explained, and I nodded. She flipped to the next page, but I was already getting bored. I had already found what I was looking for—Seraphina is not Raven's girlfriend. "Let's move over to the werewolves," I said, dying to see how Thorne looks in pictures. "But I haven't even shown you every..." Callista stopped midway and sighed. Without further words, she brought down a book that had the werewolves’ student records in it. Just like Raven, Thorne was the first person on the list.

“Tell me about them. Tell me how they fuck you. Maybe I’ll be generous and let them watch when I claim what’s mine.” The image hit like a physical blow—Kai’s controlled ferocity, Ryder’s playful brutality, Jax’s quiet, devastating intensity. My body clenched hard around Thorne’s fingers at the thought. He felt it. Groaned low in his throat. “There she is. Thinking about your dogs while I finger you in the dark. Does it make you wetter, knowing they’re coming too late?” “They’re not too late,” I whispered, voice cracking. “They’re here.”