Yandere Brother X Male Reader 소설 & 이야기

I replied. Xander's crisp cackle filled the air between us. His red eyes flashed with possessiveness. "I'm just taking what's mine." "Stop it." I looked away. "I don't want to see you anymore." "What are you going to do? Call my beloved bastard brother." He quipped, "It's so funny to see you in denial." "I don't know what you're talking about." Xander inched forward. We were standing extremely close, practically within arm's reach, and I felt completely rooted to the spot.

He had a smirk on his lips, and believe me when I said it cut sharper than a blade. “Well,” he drawled, leaning lazily against the doorframe, arms folded across his chest, “I didn’t realize I was interrupting… whatever this is.” Heat flooded my face. I had no idea what came over me, but I shoved against Xander’s chest, but he didn’t budge. His gaze was still locked on mine, tense, and coiled, but before long, his glare fixed on his brother like he wanted to rip him apart limb by limb. “Get. Out.” Xavier’s voice was low, tguttural, the kind of sound that raised goosebumps across my skin.

I mutter underneath my breath. Ronan laughs softly behind me, still in his white tank top and black sweats. Malachi is shirtless in white shorts. I am surrounded by three sex gods who are my brother’s best friends. It can’t get more scandalous than this. “What’re you reading?” I ask Jaxon. Without looking up, he lowers his glasses and peeks over them. “A book.” I roll my eyes. “Yes, a book on what?” He closes it and sets it down on the glass table beside him.

she called out from the closet. The man at the door had about five inches on me. His white hair was pulled into a high manbun, which just accentuated his sharp features. The guy looked surprised to see me, but I was not entirely certain who he was. I knew he was looking for Ziyah. “You must be the Alpha Dante that I have heard a lot about. I am Ziyah’s brother, Xylern. Is she here?” I was instantly relieved knowing that it was her brother. I would not lie and say there was not an ounce of nervousness in my body when it came to potentially coming across past lovers. My girl was a fucking siren, and she had many years before we met.

It lies there between us, damning evidence of my "promiscuity." Before I can explain, Xander is on me. His hand closes around my throat, not tight enough to cut off my air but firm enough to make his dominance clear. He pushes me back against the wall of the house, his body caging me in. "What the hell is going on, Lyra?" he growls, his eyes flashing with barely contained rage. "Why do you smell like another male?" Confusion wars with indignation. Another male? The only men I've been around are my father and... the dream. But that wasn't real. Was it?

CROIX “She’s hot.” Eli said before taking a sip of his beer. “Like an innocent apple yet let me step on your neck while you cum type of girl. I’m getting masculine vibes.” “Who’s hot?” Lana asked from my lap, inhaling a blunt as I sat back deeper into the broken couch. “Masculine? Like Matt?" Rocks, one of our friends spoke out coughing through the smoke. “Like she lifts more than Matt?” “Not manly but Masculine.” Eli smirked still day dreaming about her.

Xander leaves a trail of tingling relief from the heat everywhere his hands travel. I work to unfasten the buttons of his shirt, and he smiles. His lips meet mine in a slow kiss. Xander moves us until the back of my knees hit the bed. He lifts me, dropping me onto the bed, and kicks off his shoes, pants, and socks. I drink in every part of his body. When he takes off his boxers, my eyes fall on his dick as he rolls on a condom. Yeah, he's definitely Alpha blood. Then he's on top of me, kissing my lips deeply, down my neck, between my breasts, before carefully taking off my thong.

ARIA'S POV “Gentlemen,” Xander says, his voice shifting to a more casual tone as we approach the group. “Meet my mate.” I force a small smile, trying to appear calm despite the uneasiness in my chest. “Meet my brothers, sunshine,” he says to me, his tone softening just a little. “This is Jacob,” he adds, motioning toward the man in the black suit and tie. Jacob simply nods at me, his expression unreadable.