Clint Barton X Reader Novels & Stories

Alpha Seth was as calm as a beautiful summer morning, a stark contrast to his Beta. “Would you like something to eat?” Jared spoke for the first time, trying breaking the tension between Clint and me. My gaze was still locked on Clint. “No. I’m going for a run before I could rip someone’s throat.” Clint glared at me through the tip of his nose. “You better watch that mouth, girl.” “Or what?” He huffed. “I’m a Beta, and you’re nothing but a regular she-wolf. Don’t test me.”

Why? I stood up but he pulled me down Me: leave me alone Clint: okay He stood up and turned to go Me: where are you going? He looked back Clint: I'm leaving you alone Then he went out and banged the door I felt bad I stood up and entered the bathroom and washed my face. Then I got out and fell on the bed Clint I went to get my things from the car. If she thinks I'm gonna let her be? Then she's mistaken

[The first part of this chapter has been added to bring cohesion to the story, so even if you did not read the sexy scenes, it would still be okay. Skip the first 3 paragraphs if you read the R18 pages.] Clara was taking control and was kissing him like she was on a mission. She wanted Baz to know that she was ready wherever this may lead them.

His teeth were gritted and his two hands were clenched as he seemed to control his unexploded anger. "Knight Richard?" Clayton whispered. He realized that moment he was standing eye to eye with a powerful vampire. "What do you want, Knight Richard?" Clayton snarled at him and bailed a mind conversation with the vampire. Claudia glanced at Clayton, then she walked to approach Sonya and Caroline Duville. Mr. Jackson positioned himself next to Clayton. "Don't worry, Jackson. I could handle it!" He snapped his teeth and threw his look at Mr. Jackson. He talked to Mr. Jackson with his mind.

The bartender continued using me. His thrusts were relentless and sharp. I was soaked, but he ignored my clit. I pulled the girl back to me with one hand. She kissed me again eagerly. My other hand found my clit. I rubbed hard and fast. My moans were muffled by her mouth. The bartender’s rhythm became frantic. She tangled her fingers in my hair. He spilled inside me with a groan. “Fucking hell, you are a sexy slut,” he shouted. He stayed buried as he finished.

Clark exclaimed. "Uhm, uhm..." Wilford stammered. TBC Thanks darlings for reading. Love you all Clark is about to find out lol

“There is also the issue that I have not seen my son shift once since that incident. This is not normal for him or any wolf.” “Are you aware that Axle has claimed that our Hannah is his mate? He practically jumped at her when he first seen her, it took his Beta and a strong order to get him to back away.” I explain to Clint slowly. “Perhaps she is his destined mate, and Clara lied. Although from the hell that I witnessed that was rained down upon her body I have idea why she would continue with such a lie.” Clint hangs his head again, although this time it appears in defeat.

There was an unusually merciless aura emanated from his stout figure. Barton seemed to become bolder upon noting his lack of response. He began to tear away at Zara’s clothes like a hyena. Zara screamed in fear. She resisted as much as she could but she was no match for a large and strong man like Barton. Just when she was finally about to submit to her fate, she heard a deafening gunshot. Barton suddenly let out a pig-like wail. Tyler had shot him in the buttocks. A spurt of bright red blood immediately oozed out, staining the carpet a deep red.

I break off, flushing with heat. His eyes darken. "Sex scene?" My throat tightens, making it impossible to swallow. "I was going to say it." He leans back, resting his hands behind his head. "I suppose your right, but don't you ever read it and want them to just get to it already, that it's obvious they want each other." "Didn't know you read romance." My accusatory tone makes him smile. The thought of Hale laying in his bed with this particular book open, reading through the graphic scene makes my toes curl.

"Thompson heir, Moonheart legacy, Harrison Luna...it's too much." Clint's fingers brush my cheek, turning my face toward his. "You don't have to be what everyone wants. Just be you. The rest will follow." His face is so close to mine, his green eyes intense in the dim light of the living room. I can feel his breath against my lips, sense his heartbeat accelerating through our bond. The mark on my neck pulses with warmth, urging me closer. "Clint," I breathe, not sure if I'm asking a question or stating a fact.