Jake Webber X Reader นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"You have no idea how deep this goes. And right now, keeping you alive means you do not get to ask every damn question." The air between them crackled. Elara’s body responded against her will, nipples tightening, heat blooming low in her belly. She hated how much she wanted him to close the last inch of space. Hated how safe his solid frame felt even while he lied to her face. Jax leaned in until his forehead nearly touched hers. His breath mingled with hers, hot and ragged. "You drive me fucking crazy, you know that?" he muttered. One of his thumbs slipped under the hem of her shirt, stroking bare skin. The touch sent sparks racing straight between her legs.

I checked. And then I saw him. Jace Steadman. Sitting on the large sofa with a book in hand. Glasses on. Sweater sleeves pushed up. Looking like a Christmas-themed sin. He wasn’t even pretending not to look at me this time. His eyes lifted the second I stepped inside, lingering for a beat too long, too focused — then he lowered them back to his page as if the damage wasn’t already done. My pulse tripped over itself. Lena nudged me. “Girl, relax. He’s just reading.”

she said. “Thanks.” “You’re welcome.” Normally, he would have smirked by now. Said something sarcastic. Nothing. He looked tired. Worse than tired. Like he had already made a decision and hated himself for it. Lisa slowly closed her laptop. “What happened?” Jake didn’t answer immediately. He looked at her for a second too long. Then leaned back in his chair. Like he was preparing for impact. When he finally spoke, his voice was calm. “Marry me.”

However. Jake chuckled, rubbing the back of his head. "This is so embarrassing... well... I guess "Who killed Midnight" has been well received by the readers... it's one of the first books I have written." Ryder fell off her chair. WHAT. THE. ACTUAL. FUCK!!!! N-n-no... No way!!! No fucking way!!!

“Twenty percent. Thirty. Whatever you want. I make good money, I can – ” “We don’t want money.” Jake speaks for the first time. His voice is deeper than I remember. When did he get so... big? “Then what do you want?” Tyler and Jake exchange a look. Something passes between them – a conversation they’ve clearly had before. “We’ve talked about you,” Tyler admits. “More than we should.” “About what you’d look like,” Jake adds. “When you really let go.” My mouth goes dry. “We want to experience what your viewers pay for.” Tyler’s eyes are dark now. Hungry. “Except in person.”

His chiseled jaw, his dark eyes filled with unspoken intentions, and the way his hair fell messily when he raked his fingers through it started a whirlwind of lust and forbidden feelings. And suddenly the door creaked open! "Fuck!" I tried to cover myself. But I was a split second late. Jake was already there. "What are you doing, mate?" He asked, walking slowly towards me. "Jake," I found my voice raspy and cracking, and longing for him evident. "Let me help you." He sat beside me, removing my blanket, exposing my dripping wet pussy that was visible to his wolf eyes under the dim light of my night lamp.

Alpha Jake caught my gaze across the room, and I quickly looked away, but I could still feel his piercing stare. Why should I even care if he’s with that blonde anyway? I tried convincing myself that it didn’t matter—that it was just my wolf, messing with my head again. Yeah, that’s it. It’s just the wolf. I took a deep breath, trying to settle the storm of emotions that kept bubbling inside me, but I wasn’t fooling myself. Seeing Jake with Rebecca, his hand a little too comfortably placed on her waist, gnawed at me in ways I didn’t want to admit.