Zayne X Reader Novels & Stories

Zayn pushes his big hand into her hair and she leans forward. I can't see what's happening but her eyes go wide, her knees trembling. Then I feel pressure on the other side as Zayn slowly sides in, groaning deeply from his throat. Him entering her ass makes her channel much more tighter and I have to keep from spilling inside her.

“Let me take care of it.” Zayne’s Adam’s apple bobbed. Every nerve in his body tensed at her touch. It was light—barely anything—but it stirred something primitive inside him. He cleared his throat and nodded. Quietly, Zayne watched Elmy as she treated his wounds, ignoring the sting of the antiseptic. His gaze wandered—from her eyes, down to her slightly parted lips. They looked soft. Moist. For a brief moment, wild thoughts flashed through his mind. Zayne quickly shook his head, but it didn’t stop there. His eyes drifted to her chest beneath her blouse, then to her exposed thighs. His thoughts grew dirtier, and he turned his face away.

Zayn leaned back against the headboard, a lazy smirk tugging at his lips as he watched her, his hazel eyes half-lidded but focused entirely on Katherine. “Whaddya want, huh?” His voice was rough, teasing. His fingers finally came up to brush her thighs, dragging along her skin slowly, so slow it sends sparks of heat straight to her core. “You gonna tell me what you want, or are you just gonna sit there looking pretty?”

Zayne already had his hand on one, tracing circles on her skin with his thumb. I watched as his hand moved higher with each circle he drew. When he reached the apex of her thigh, Sarah let out a soft moan and the scent of her arousal flooded the space between us. I ran my fingers along her jaw then turned her face to mine, capturing her lips and swallowing her moans as Zayne’s hand moved even higher.. “She’s fucking soaked for us.” he said in his deep, sexy voice, and it was my turn to moan at his words.

I feel teeth sink into my neck and I scream. "Celeste! Hey Celeste! You're okay, you're safe." My scream dies down as I feel tears streaming down my cheeks. Soft hands are firmly holding my arms down. Everything is blurry for a second as I come to a better sense of what's going on. "Celeste?" I look up and see blue eyes. Zay? Yes, her name is Zay. She's a healer. Xavier's friend. I'm okay. There's no rogues here besides me. I look around her office, desperately trying to find a pair of green eyes. Where is he? "I already mind-linked Xavier, he's on his way." Xavier. My mate. He's an Alpha, which usually would scare the shit out of me but for some reason that only makes me feel safer. "Can yo

ZAYN That's it. I'm done here. I've had enough nemesis for one night. I alighted the car and rounded to her side, pulling the door open. I didn't care whatever happened from here on out. All I knew was I was leaving her here to her own fate. “Hey! Out!” “Hmmm?” She breathed, tilting her head my way. “Get the fuck out of my car!” I reached for her arm, trying to pull her out.

On his way home, Zayne bombarded me with messages—some were desperate pleas, while others were demanding and forceful. I was swamped with work and school, so most of his messages went unnoticed, and the few that did reach me went largely ignored. Zayne went through his days in a daze, gradually growing distant from Yasmin. Worried that he might abandon her, Yasmin spent each day trying to find ways to get his attention. One evening, Zayne had just gotten home when he received a call from her. Her soft sobs on the other end prickled his nerves. "Zayne, help me…"

2020 Date completed // 07.04.2020 ~ A/N: Hello! I just wanted to say that 'Xanthe's Angel Wolf' is extremely light. Showcasing only the fluff of the love story of the main characters. So, if you're looking for some dark and action werewolf stuff, this is not it. Thank you for giving my story a chance, I appreciate the support. Happy reading!

He reached out and grabbed my wrist. "You're embarrassing yourself," he said, low and sharp. "That video. Kissing Prescott at his own party like you were trying to prove some kind of point. Like he actually…" "Let go of her." The hallway went dead quiet. I turned my head. Zane was standing ten feet away, backpack slung over one shoulder, looking at Cole with an expression that could have frozen the entire building solid. He wasn't rushing. He wasn't raising his voice. He was just standing there, still and certain, like he had nowhere else he needed to be. And somehow that was ten times more effective than anything louder.

Before I could snap back, Kane leaned down, his big hand coming to rest firmly on the top of my head, his fingers threading into my hair like I was nothing more than a disobedient little pet under his desk. “Quiet that mouth or I’ll fill it,” he said low, his thumb brushing my temple almost gently while his grip stayed controlling. “Keep reading.” My scalp tingled under his palm. My clit ached so bad I wanted to grind against my own heel right there. I could see the bulge in his pants now, thick and obvious just inches from my face, and the sight made my mouth water even as resentment boiled in my gut. I kept going, voice shaky and soft, reading every filthy line about spread legs and aching