Criminal Minds Reid Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Someone whose face gave me nightmares every time I closed my eyes in that cell. "Can I ask to be excused from my sister's execution this evening?" I ask. Last thing I want to see is the face of that servant once again. "If you spend the rest of the hours with us, yes. You do not have to watch her end if you do not want to," Reid says. He leans closer and pecks the side of my neck. "We will teach you a lot more than dance. Help us forget all the gross memories of being with your evil sister. Let us make up for every second she was in our bed and not you," he whispers.

Because even if it wasn’t his baby, the doubt had crawled into my chest and made a home there. And I wasn’t sure how to evict it. ⸻ Reid’s POV Later that night I sat in the dark in my car, parked two blocks from Mia’s building, like a goddamn criminal. I wasn’t stalking. I was… hoping. Waiting. A light turned on in the corner window. I recognized the shape of her silhouette instantly. Even at a distance, I could feel her sadness through glass. I gripped the wheel tighter. I didn’t know if this was love or madness.

It was funny that the power-hungry freak avoided any direct conflict himself, but was not afraid to make others do his bidding, regardless of their own safety. Reid was an animal; he was tearing through the throng of wolves, killing each one that he went up against. The power he exuded was burning, causing an unusual pulsing feeling in my pussy. I was hard to believe that I was getting aroused with all the death that was happening around me.

My heartrate quickened as I gasped in excitement, “So are you here to bring me home—” He cut my off sharply, “Buying you off is the last thing I will ever do for you, Regina.” “Dorian…” “You tried to murder Alpha Gray!” he gritted, “If I knew you were this evil, I wouldn’t let you come near him ever!” “I DIDN’T!!!” I cried, tears welling up in my eyes. “I didn't kill Gray! Wake up, Dorian! If I did kill him, would I be tie up here and sold like a livestock? It was a setup!”

Since the corruption took hold, Fenris's mind had been a labyrinth of blood, rage, and endless, screaming hunger. He awakened early, a prodigy of the Volkov bloodline. He had survived rut cycles before, ripped through enemies, and commanded packs. But this? This was different. The primitive urge to destroy, to mate, to conquer was consuming him from the inside out. He was drowning in the madness. Until she touched him. It wasn't a gentle touch. It was rough. Practical. He felt the rope biting into his wrists. He felt the restriction of the seatbelt. But mostly, he felt her.

“You have just physically assualted me, then you kidnapped me and imprisoned me here. As soon as I get out of here, I will have you arrested.” Reid leans back straight and glares at him right in the eye, “Do you think I brought you here without thinking of the consequences? If you want to leave here, you will play by my rules or as my man said, you’ll leave here unable to walk, and unable to talk or write. You’d become a mystery that will never be solved and you’ll lose everything you love so much, including that Cecelia who sucks men’s dicks for your money.” Daniel leans in, shocked and eyes wide, unable to make a coherent statement.

She said as she pressed the password to her door. "Don't lie to me Ida, am your aunt, an..." Before Victoria could complete her word, Ida cut the phone call. Pushing herself into the room, she closed the door behind her, checking her bag for face wipes, but another thing caught her attention 'His card' Staring at it for a while, she took it throwing it into the trash can in the room. REID MANSION.... Two people mounting in pleasure were in a dimly lit room, and one of them was Corbin Reid, who looked like he wasn't enjoying it.

But suddenly, it felt as if I couldn’t connect with them anymore, like I was enjoying the act lesser and lesser. It enraged me deeply that I still couldn’t find a solution for it. I only work and fuck, maybe occasionally fuck people up as well. But without mastering someone in bed, fucking was out of the question. And I need to fuck! Over the last few months, I’ve had several men swarm my dm on the app but just by seeing their picture turned me off, completely. Until tonight. [Hello] [I’m Jamin Reid, I’d like to become your pet] I had contemplated ignoring that message. But I decided to just give it a shot.

Reid said heavy with guilt. Jasper’s Adam’s apple moved as he swallowed. “I did,” he replied solemnly. “Not precisely directly like that, but I was there for a meeting where they discussed The Wicked Moon and I didn’t say anything. I understand, Reid. I really do.” “Not quite the same thing,” Reid reached across the center console. “Not really the same thing at all. You told me about that, as well, and I… I didn’t say that I had photos of my best friend fucking a tied-up man on my phone as blackmail to force him to spy on your pack.”

Just maybe I'll be able to put this all behind me. Then it hits me. Braden hasn’t tried to get me back after weeks of being here. Only when Ansel was killed did he make his move. A slow, creeping dread coils inside me. What if he planted something in my mind? Find a way to use me, punish me for not bringing Claudia back to him and in turn myself. What if tomorrow is already his? I feel the bed shift as Reid settles beside me as my eyes open turning to face my mate. “I just want to be close to my mate. Is that okay?” he asks, adjusting his pillow.