Anthony Lockwood X Reader Novels & Stories

Now wasn’t the time for that, and anyway, I was only interested in the woman physically, not emotionally. “Then you want to see her safe.” I continue. “Are you willing to risk your life to help her?” “I am,” he confirms, seeming to have a bit more energy. “Do you know how to pop locks?” “Of course.” Sliding forward, Anthony digs in his pocket until he finds what he is looking for, and when he pulls it out, I see that it is lockpicking pins. I could only assume that Allister didn’t think it was necessary to frisk him before throwing him in here. Way too cocky, but it was now benefiting me.

Lily questioned, looking up to the loft. anthony held his breath. Okay, there was. His bedroom, in fact. But that only fueled the dirty part of his mind. “Uh, yeah,” he said. “Mind if I have a look?” His eokay go wide, and Lily blushed wildly, like she know precisely to the point what was up there. Another little zing of arousal wafted through the room — Hers? His? — and anthony’s wolf wagged its tail. Of course, you can have a look. As closely and as long as you like.

+++++ Anthony’s POV As soon as I got to my room, I shut the door, locking it after I did. I pressed my head against the door and exhaled hard when memories of this morning filled my head, especially after seeing Sandy’s red bra through her shirt. It took everything in me not to keep staring. With a grunt, I marched away from the door and into the bathroom. I stripped out of my sweatpants and boxer and groaned at the hard-on I was sporting. “What the fuck is wrong with me?” I whispered. “Why the fuck am I getting hard at the thought of my fucking best friend… especially after what I saw this morning. Fuck.”

A half-empty beer bottle sat beside his keyboard, and another slid across the desk toward me. I waved it off. "No, thanks." Edward grunted but didn't push. His fingers clicked away at the keyboard, lines of code cascading down the screens at a pace only he could keep up with. "So," he drawled, voice rough from years of smoking, "this guy you want me to look into. Who is he?" I leaned against the desk, watching the screens. "Tyler Lockwood. Blonde. Twenty-three. Reckless. Apparently likes taking bullets for strangers."

Maan commented. Maan furrowed her brows and looked at Gil. “ You mean when the lock down ends I am not yours and you’re not mine anymore? Gil was alarmed with Maan’s reaction. “ No! That’s not what I meant, love! What I meant is I am so happy we are still going to be together for another month and you’re not going to think about going back to the province for now. Love, remember this…I love you and no matter what happens even if a pandemic ends I assure you and I… we will never end.” Gil said sincerely.

Instead I had a woman who would not die and an Alpha who had turned his pack inside out looking for answers. Every border was being monitored. Patrols had been doubled. Visitors were searched and questioned. Nathan Lockwood moved like a man possessed and every move he made tightened the net around him and his people, and now, I knew that I was furious at the fact that she was going to eventually wake up and that the two of them would be standing as Alpha and Luna should, strong with desire. I rose from my chair and walked toward the basement without thinking about the sound my boots made on the concrete.

I replied in a low tone. “I know that, but my wolf doesn't know that when I am around you,” he paused and pulled the doorknob. “And I wouldn't know that when I fuck you,” He walked out, slamming the door and leaving utterly speechless. Who the hell is Ryker, the Lycan King?

"W-Who are you and what are you doing here? W-What is this?" "Oh, I see. You don't recognize me. Well, then let me introduce myself." I removed the eye patch that I was wearing, but he only squinted his eyes, trying to get familiarized with my appearance. "Still not familiar? Then let me just say my full name. Themis Lockwood." The crowd got surprised, they started mumbling to each other. 'Themis Lockwood? Isn't he the son of Daniel Rachel Lockwood?!' 'That must be really him!'

Anthony said, extending a handshake. Adam accepted the hand. “Ah, I know you. The Ninth Realm of Woodlands? Best actor. I saw your film.” Anthony grinned, seemingly pleased that Adam recognized him. “Wow, thank you. Yes, that’s me. It’s an honor to meet you here. And this is Myra. My fiancée.” He introduced the beautiful short-haired brunette in a black gown next to him. Myra also offered a polite smile and a nod. So, Anthony must be a close family friend.

Safe. Anthony wandered toward the fiction section while Lila ran her fingers along a row of spines. She paused at a worn copy of Wuthering Heights, flipping it open to a passage she’d underlined in her own copy at home. Something about passion and destruction and longing that refused to fade. “You’d make a good Catherine,” Anthony said behind her, his voice thoughtful. “But less tragic. I’d never leave you on a moor.” She turned, laughing. “That’s a weirdly romantic thing to say.”