Bucky X Steve Novels & Stories

“What can you do about it?” “You wouldn’t dare disobey me,” Xavier grunted. “That’s right,” Jimin smiled. “I wouldn’t dare disobey my Alpha. Let’s go.” Xavier stared at him as he made his way to the beast and Steve growled at him as he prepared to get on his back. “I don’t think your beast likes me though,” Jimin frowned. “Or I should just get back by foot.” “Nonsense,” Rhea hissed. She walked up to Steve and patted him across his snout. “Be a good boy, Steve. Jimin is a friend of ours. You should be able to recognize him by now.”

Katherine’s voice was calm, but her fingers tightened around her parents’ hands as she gently led them toward the living room where Steve was standing. “Mom, Dad… I want you to meet Steve. He’s my husband.” She swallowed before continuing. “This is Nerine, his daughter. And this is Luke, his friend.” David and Leonor both looked at Steve at the same time. If they were judging purely by appearance, the difference between him and Richard was obvious. Steve stood tall and composed, even with a bandage wrapped around his arm. There was something solid about him—quiet confidence, the kind that didn’t need to prove itself.

He couldn't wait to see the look on his face when he found out he had misunderstood his relationship with Diana. "You are right", Steve answered carefully. This was not how he had visualize his meeting with Diana's mate would be but he as going to clear up all misunderstandings before it dragged on for too long. "She is not really my daughter but I consider her mine. I raised..." he continued but before he could complete his explanation, Alpha Jayden leaped and claws him down. Steve held his neck where he had been clawed, a look of shocked surprise on his face. It was evident that he had not expected the attack. The hand not holding his neck was lifted, pointing at Jayden, as he struggled to

He said. Bruno wasn't one to waste time on talking. His gun was secure on his back. He took one step to Steve and the next. Steve wasn't afraid. It was as if he had something he relied on. “I have dreamed of this moment, you know,” he said, pausing, looking at both of us, “a moment where you both die together in front of me and each time I couldn't hope for something more,” he said.

My grip on Steve tightened and I swallowed a lump that formed in my throat. I can’t deny the fact that I was greatly affected by the men walking towards us. Okay, not men. Beasts. That’s what they really are and I fucked two of them and let them mark me and now, they think they have some kind of hold on me. “Step away from her.” Lucas growled when he got closer to us. Crazy Steve really tried to let go of my hand but I held on to him tighter. Why was he so intimidated by them? Not like he knew who they really were.

"Look, I understand how much this especially means to you, but at this rate, if you don't rest up-" Before Raymond could finish his sentence, Steve suddently turned to him and clutched his throat. "I am NOT some weakling like you all are!" he exclaimed. "I will not rest until they are in our grasp. Dead or alive! Especially! Ellie!" Raymond couldn't say anything with Steve's grip on his throat, making it hard for him to breathe. Taking the forced silence as a sign of understanding, Steve released his grip and dropped the guy.

At last, the doctors granted Tony permission to visit Steve, who lay unconscious and vulnerable, still teetering on the precipice of danger. Stepping into the room where Steve was confined, Tony's heart sank at the sight before him. Steve's countenance bore the unmistakable marks of suffering, with his head swathed in bandages and a cast enveloping his right leg. His face, bruised and swollen, evoked a profound sense of sadness and anger within Tony. He sighed heavily and settled into a chair beside Steve's bed, struggling to contain his emotions.

Elena and Rick burst into the room moments later, disheveled and panicked. Sam had been kind enough to shoot Rick a text about Steve's appearance. "How could you two let them fuck under my roof?" Steve barked. "What if the media finds out?" "My roof," Sam growled low. "You weren't fucking here to give them a roof over their heads. You left us with nothing!" "Well I am now. This ends today. We have celebrating to do. Lucy is going to be cured by my therapy for Wet Pussy Syndrome," Steve announced. A nervous Elena slapped a smile on her face, in two minds about Steve's return.