Novel & Cerita Tyler Owens X Reader

“Yeah.” “More than hers?” She flicks her tongue over the underside of his shaft, and his hips jerk. My breath catches. Tyler’s eyes snap open. For a second, I think he’s seen me but no. His gaze is unfocused, his mind clearly elsewhere. On me. Cindy smirks. “Mmm. I can tell.” She licks her lips, then takes him back into her mouth, hollowing her cheeks as she sucks him hard. Tyler’s fingers tighten in her hair. “Fuck, Cindyyyyy”

I gasped, clutching at Ethan’s wrist. “Relax,” he murmured. “We’ve got you.” Then Tyler’s mouth was on me. I cried out, hips jerking, as his tongue pressed against my wetness, slow at first, then relentless. He licked me like he was savoring every drop, his grip firm on my thighs to hold me open. Ethan’s thumb brushed over my lips, shushing me even as his own arousal pressed hard against his jeans. “God, you’re dripping,” Ethan muttered, eyes flicking down to watch Tyler feast on me. The raw hunger in his gaze made my stomach twist with need.

Below the photo was a short news article. "This morning, the chairman of the Werewolf Council, Tyler, appeared at the Office of Werewolf Mate Affairs in a black suit and bearing gifts. He was seemingly prepared to bond with his lover, but he waited the entire day without success. A bystander captured the scene and uploaded it online, sparking heated discussions across the region." I let out a soft sigh, feeling a storm of mixed emotions in my heart. I could almost imagine the look on his face as his hope faded into disappointment—maybe even resentment.

My passion is urgent, desperate, but Tyler is forcing me to yield to his slow pace, his unhurried touch, bringing me, again and again, to the edge of rapture and then denying me; he is set on me to beg for it. Without further tormenting me, he leads me to a couch in the far corner of the room. He clears the entire contents sending everything crashing to the floor and lays me down. The room is cool but it does nothing for the burning ache that I feel down to the core. I watch in awe as this godlike man slips his pants down that firm, sculpted body and lifting every inch of cloth from his chest to display perfectly rippled abs. …Tyler POV…

I say, finally getting it together. “Well personally, I think it needs to be as authentic as possible. Who better but you would know what’s in Charlotte’s head? It’s weirdly as if you wrote it for me as Hawley. Obviously I’ve never been to the island but as an Omega I’ve dealt with so much of what he has,” Tyler says. He’s read it? All of it?? Wait wait, what? He KNOWS he’s an Omega?? And he’s single?! I feel flush and incredibly dizzy.

Dozens of them. I saw her name first, Kayla. Then the photos. Nudes. Close-ups of tits I didn’t recognize. A video thumbnail of a girl on her knees, mouth open, Tyler’s dick in frame. Captions that made my stomach drop. “God I love when you choke me with it” “She never lets you do this, does she?” “Can’t wait to ride you again. Your gf’s pussy must be so boring by now” And worst of all…his replies.

I found myself listening for the echo of his sharp footsteps, waiting for the sound of his voice cutting through the air with some snide comment or sarcastic insult. But there was nothing. Just stillness. I sat curled on the velvet chaise in the study, arms folded over my belly. The twins were quiet too, as if they could sense the tension in the air. As if they too were waiting for their supposed father to come back. From the window, I could see Tyler in the courtyard, drenched in sweat, shirtless and furious. He was fighting again—more like demolishing anyone who stepped in front of him. Betas, omegas, warriors—it didn’t matter. He moved with explosive aggression, unrelenting, cruel even.

Tyler could only see the upper part of my body from where he was seated, and I think Alaric wanted it that way. He wanted to give him a show without actually showing him anything. “My perfect angel,” he rasped against my knee, peppering kisses all over both knees. “You’re the most perfect woman I’ve ever known. The most perfect I will ever know.” He was saying all that for me to hear, but I wasn’t sure if Tyler could hear it as well. I hoped he could. A soft gasp escaped my throat as his mouth trailed upward, toward my thighs. A shiver ran down my spine, and I kept my eyes on him, moaning lightly as his other hand caressed my waist.

My fingertips dug into his chest and lingered there. “We’re not fucking done, Elaine,” Tyler howled as if he can read my mind. Tugging my wet head and hoisting it in the air a little, I face him. Our bodies in a classical style of lovemaking. Then the wolf pounced on top of the wet doe, making her cry even more.

Tyler POV I went through the files on my table, noticing that the entire place seemed odd. Tyson was calling out to me, wanting me to notice what was going on, and it seemed so strange why I would be concerned about it. Nothing was wrong here. I raised my head, only to see the Omega sleeping, and I swallowed hard. She had fallen asleep already, and I didn't even realize it. Just looking at her made Tyson excited. He wanted to meet her, jump out of me and howl at her because he thought that she was Selena. Little did my poor wolf know that this was an Omega and not my mate.