Yellowstone X Reader Novels & Stories

Declan is dead to the world, and Xyana is stroking her hands over her body, trying to find a release she can’t achieve on her own, not in this sort of heat triggered by her mates' marking. Her legs are splayed open, and her fingers stroke through her slit, wet noises filling the air as she plays with her clit. Her gaze finds mine, and a simple whine is all I need to throw myself at her, desperate to soothe her. Our lips collide, and she curls around me as my cock slams inside her slick and cum-coated walls. "Fuuuuuuck," I moan against her mouth. "you’re soaked, baby." moving with me, she pants and scratches my back as I hammer into her, jerking her body up the bed until her head almost bumps

“Okay, but dinner is being served outside on the deck. So I can’t give him total control.” With a nod of understanding, I affirmed, “That’s perfectly fine. Go ahead, let Xyler take the reins.” Xander closed his eyes, and I could sense the transition as Xyler’s presence took over. His eyes, a striking pale sea blue, gazed at me. “Mate,” he growled softly. His deep baritone voice sent a shiver down my spine. I said, “Hello, Wolfie.” My fingers remained immersed in his silky hair. “What’s wrong?” I questioned.

This was normal life now. Later that afternoon, I lay on a wide silk cushion under a flowering tree, reading one of the community’s ancient erotic scrolls. The illustrations were filthy and beautiful — women tangled in endless pleasure. My fingers idly stroked my own clit as I read, lost in the words. A woman with golden hair and a thick strap-on appeared beside me. She didn’t speak. She simply spread my legs, positioned the fat head of her cock at my entrance, and pushed inside me in one smooth thrust.

**Content Warning:** This chapter contains explicit content and mature themes. Reader discretion is advised Aria's POV: As he walked deeper into the room, the dim light revealed Xander. His nose flared in alert, and his jaw clenched. His eyes flashed golden a few times as he walked towards me. I don’t need to tell him what was going on with me because from his eyes, I know he must be able to smell the heat and my arousal. A whimper escapes my lips when the heat increases. “Help me,” I say between sobs.