Yandere Reader X Novels & Stories

I want to march right up to him, shove him against the wall, demand what the hell he thinks he’s doing with my Lyra. But something worse claws at me. It’s the cold, biting, hard truth: I don’t get to be the jealous Alpha here. I don't get to be jealous at all. I am nothing but a trainer to her. A bastard trainer who slept with her and then pushed her away like she was nothing. I left the door open for this. Xander smiles when he sees me, and it sets my blood on fire. “Morning.” he says smoothly. Then he lifts his hand and scratches the back of his head, awkwardly looking back at Lyra's door.

I said to him the next day when I had gotten tired of the awkwardness and tension between us. "Oh." He said, looking up from Arya whose hair he was trying to put in ponytail. "Um, it was... it was the most beautiful thing I've ever read. So profound, I even cried while reading it." I chuckled, hiding the fact that I wanted to cry again as I recalled the details of that beautiful piece of writing. "Xander, the truth is I don't know what I want at the moment. There are so many inhibitions to this working out and just like you said, I'm scared."

He then pecked a kiss on her forehead as he uttered, “Let me buy them for you, Lucy. Just let me.” She looked hesitant as she muttered, “Okay.” He pecked a kiss on her cheek. And she uttered a shy ‘thank you’, which made him smile wider. When she continued to hold the brown book, Xandar understood that she wanted it so he held it for her. He had a look at the title: ‘Lycans in Human and Animal Forms: Strengths, Weaknesses, Peculiarities and Blind Spots.’ Xandar chuckled before he asked as he lifted up the book in one hand, “Sweetheart, should I be worried about this?”

I feel Xander’s precum smearing against my thigh, telling me exactly how worked up he is. He lets me ride the wave before he asks again, “What do you want, Arya?” I don’t hesitate. “I need both of my mates inside me. One in my ass. The other in my pussy.” Dev looks up from Xander, grinning like the wicked wolf he is. “Fuck yes. Give me that ass.” “Good. I get this pretty pussy,” Xander adds with a smug, satisfied look, laying back and reaching for me. I straddle him, hovering above his thick cock. I grab him to line it up, then slowly sink down until he’s buried to the base. We both moan, and I savor the stretch, the burn, the way he fills me completely.

She leaned back and folded her hands across her chest, then pinched her eyes closed as if she was having a hard time processing all of this. Isn’t that what she wanted? To see that motherfucker suffering more than she had suffered in his hands? I swear there was never a time I was ever going to understand women. Especially this one I called mine. Right when I was reeling my mind trying to come up with something to say, rushed footsteps sounded as they drew closer to us. We all turned to find Scar and Ciello standing there and looking like the assholes they were. “This better be good, boys,” Xander said standing, then proceeded to bundle his hands behind him and stared at him. For a short fuc

The thing with Xander was that he was not an easy person to get close to but once you were able to get him to open his heart to you, he would ensure to give you everything even if that meant himself. That was why when he found out that he was mated to Yara at first, he didn't accept her. He discussed with her about possible rejection but contrary to what he thought she would say, she refused. She then clung to him acting coy, weak and cute until he eventually opened up to her. He devoted everything to her. He gave her everything she wanted and he even overlooked it when he heard word that she harmed other women or people because of jealousy and greed. He even covered up for her multiple time

“Nah, I’m a Doll reader. You never act against what someone says about you. You only act with what they say about those you care about. Still, you handled that a lot better than we would have. There were five ways I was considering offing her.” “I had seven,” Xander said, kissing my head. I leaned up and pressed my lips to Xander’s. He immediately responded by placing his hand on the back of my head and holding me closely. His lips meshed with mine, and I immediately became calm. My eyes sought his and I pecked his lips once more before pulling back. Kai placed kisses along my neck, knowing that was my weak spot. I angled my neck to give him better access. He chuckled against my neck and kis

I begin feeding her , while still talking to her. “My queen…” I hear the voice that I had been dying to hear ever since I woke up from my unconscious state. My head snaps to the entrance to see a very dirty and sweaty Xavier. Though his face and hands were covered in dirt , and his clothes were soaked with perspiration , I could not help but feel attracted to him. I feel my eyes are latched on to him , it felt so hard to tear them away. I noticed every single detail about him – from the way his chest rose and fell from his rapid breathing , to the tiny droplets of sweat that dripped from the tip of his hair. He was simply a sight for sore eyes , though dirty.

Xander’s voice is thick with lust, his eyes hooded with desire. I lean down and kiss him, pouring every ounce of emotion into it. He matches me stroke for stroke, nip for nip, feeling for feeling. I know he misses us just as much as we miss him. Slowly, but with force, he starts thrusting into my ass, fucking me while I fuck his mouth with my tongue. “Shit, that’s hot,” Arya whispers beside us. At the same time, Xander and I reach for her without breaking our kiss. My hand finds her nipple, rolling and pinching it, while Xander’s slides down, gripping the wand and taking control of the thrusts inside her.

A soft trembling gasp tore from her lips and the movement of her chest increased. Xander enjoyed watching her reactions, reading every flicker of her lashes, every tremble of her soft lips. His thumb moved, grazing over her trembling lips, and it sent shivers to her core. Tatiana gripped the sheet, torn between fleeing and falling. His face inched close and the air changed, sharp with the scent of him—clean, musky, unmistakably Xander. His breath felt warm against her lips, and her lips were surprisingly more eager for his touch than she could imagine.