Captain America And Black Widow Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I held my breath when I saw my lover, Black, kissing passionately with my best friend. Black and I have been in a relationship for ten years, since we were kids. Black is the Alpha son of the Eclipse pack, the strongest pack I've ever met. Not even my pack—Wintermoon Pack—can match this pack. His older brother Nigel was about to be crowned Alpha soon. That meant Black could soon claim me as his destined mate. But, my dreams are shattered now. My steps moved decisively towards where Black was while holding back my anger. Black had lied about training until the summer ended, but I found him here, making out with Jaena, my best friend.

She continued, "If he weren't holding me back, do you think your South City would still be standing?" Her delicate face twisted with menace, her femme fatale charm now replaced by the deadly presence of the Black Widow. Dylan sneered defiantly. "Oh, is that how it is? Then why don't we settle this?" "Name the time and place. Let's see if you can really snap my neck." Natasha's eyes blazed with fury. "How about right now? I'll make sure you're crawling out of here with a broken spine!" Dylan, equally enraged, moved as if to strike. However, before either could act, there was a deafening crash.

Celeste wants his head. “You never wanted to cause me pain, pup! Well, you should have kept your cock in your fucking pants. Was it worth it for a quickie? You are a fucking disgrace. You knew, we didn’t.” I spit at him as I stand up straight as he looks at my chest where the white sports bra is stained red. “What did you do?” He practically screams at me. “What I had to, to stop the pain of your FUCKING BETRAYAL!” I say, my chest heaving as he looks away in shame. “Well, she can have you. I, Alpha Dahlia Blackwood …”

Whether the world believed we were mates didn’t matter, because Alpha Caius Blackwell had marked me, and there wasn’t a thing on this earth that could take it back. I counted the emotions that flashed across his face and tried to name each one. Anger, lust, concern, guilt, hunger, regret, and pride … “Our mate is one big mess right now, isn’t he?” Ziva commented. “So many big emotions going on in his head, but his wolf is thrilled. See, Ana? We wolves are superior.” I rolled my eyes at her. "No good elitist.” Mirroring the other doe’s actions, I laced my arm through Caius’s and rested my hand on his bicep. Even wearing heels, I had to tug on his jacket to get him come down to my level.

I fully expected him to suddenly realize what a massive mistake he’d made, to roll out of bed, throw some clothes at me, and tell me we were never speaking of this again. That’s what guys like Jaxson Mercer did, right? They took what they wanted in the dark, and then they built a wall of ice in the daylight. But he didn’t pull away. Instead, he shifted closer, his large hand sliding up my bare stomach to rest flat against my chest, his thumb lazily tracing the line of my collarbone. "You're awake," he murmured, his voice thick and gravelly with sleep, vibrating right through my back. "Hard to sleep when you're using me as a body pillow, Captain," I shot back, trying to inject some of my usua

I forced my expression blank, even as the blood roared in my ears. “Zara Blackwood,” he continued, savoring the name on his tongue like it was a rare delicacy. “Seventeen. Unshifted. Low-rank placement. And yet… so many incidents surrounding her.” His hazel eyes lifted to mine, sharp and gleaming. “Do you know what that tells me, Atlas?” I kept silent. “It tells me she’s slipping through your control,” he said softly, with a dangerous edge beneath the calm. “Just like Mira did.”

He was so infuriatingly self-absorbed, convinced the world revolved around his gravitational pull. "Mr. Blackwood... that was just a performance—" Before I could finish the lie, his lips crushed against mine. Holy shit. My brain short-circuited the moment his mouth crashed against mine. Sebastian Blackwood—the ice-hearted captain of the Kings, my husband of convenience—was actually claiming me. Willingly. This was a first.

Everyone froze in shock while I just stood here, chest rising and falling, my throat clogged. "I, Diana Blackthorne of Black widow's pack, reject you, Alpha Zaden as my mate!"

“But the Captain’s not due back for a long time. I think we can find something to do with our time together. Don’t you?” Blackie stood, walking over to Lucy. He pulled the shawl from her shoulders, running a hand over her exposed skin, pinching her nipples, moving back and forth between her breasts as if deciding which was more inviting. “You’re a fine girl. And a hot-blooded one too, it appears. And we’ve got lots of time to get to know each other.” He bent down, kissing her neck, his tongue slobbering against her skin. Lucy struggled against her ties, twisting her head, succeeding only in toppling over onto the floor.

His body immediately became rigid as though he wasn't accustomed to being touched. She too felt the same way. It’s odd that she’s cuddling the man without even knowing his name. She just prayed that he shouldn’t ask do anything more than this. Damien Blackwood was one of the richest men in the country. For several moments, neither of them moved. The silence stretched between them. Cynthia expected him to say something. Expected another request. But he simply pulled the comforter higher and closed his eyes. Nothing else. She frowned slightly. Her arms remained around him. Tentative at first and then gradually more natural. Because, despite everything, she couldn't deny one thing.