Dc Crossover Fanfic Novels & Stories

CHAPTER 17 RUBY’S POV Crawling into bed with my vibrator in hand, I closed my eyes to visualize a scene that would turn me on but all I could think about was Dax and only his face filled my imagination. I was too desperate to climax so I didn’t care and just went ahead with it. The least he could do was stay in my head and help get me off since he walked out on me at the club. So I turned the vibrator on and trailed it up my thighs slowly to set the mood before I slowly inserted it into my pussy and let out a soft moan while I busied my other hand by rubbing it over my clit.

I looked at Xander, the once brooding man who was now utterly in love with me, and Daisy, the hybrid, the friendship we built on being the outcasts and prejudice was now building up to something more. “Daisy, leave she needs to rest,” Xander grumbled. “And who are you, the walking patriarchy,” She snapped at him. “Oh goddess, I really can’t Daisy go.” Xander took her from her elbow and sent her out. I smiled but I was exhausted and I closed my eyes. I was happy in the arms of my mate and the bright future was awaiting me. *** Six Months Later The soft fabric touched my eyes but no light could be seen. Xander was guiding me through the deep forests, and I was blindfolded. My heart was beating

“Why? Jealous?” For a heartbeat, I wanted to say yes. I wanted to admit that I wished it were me. But I forced a smile, soft and fragile. “No, I’m happy for you.” She raised a brow, studying me like I was some insect pinned to a board. “You should be. Do you want to know who he is?” Her giggle was light, cruel. “He’s the strongest Alpha. The most handsome in the universe. Xylo Crosswind.” Her eyes hardened, and her smile vanished. She stepped closer, close enough that I could see the sharpness of her pupils. “Don’t you dare steal him away from me.”

I hear Darius walk back into the room while I keep my eyes locked with Daxton’s eyes who is getting closer to my core and I smell the scent of my arousal getting stronger. My back arches off the bed when his tongue glides through my folds, and he places my leg over one of his shoulders. A small growl comes from Darius as he inhales the scent of my arousal; I whimper softly at the teasingly slow pace of Daxton’s hands and kisses around my core.

Micheal asked, stroking the nape of his neck in distress. "If Tyler wants to commit suicide by marrying that Crazy girlfriend of his, it's none of my business but that girl insulted me and slapped me. Even my mama never raised her hands on me and to worsen it all, he humiliated my brother and caused his accident. If I hadn't taken a serious step, Cade might have never been able to ride. How would I have been able to forgive myself? And the worst part is that she thought tutoring him will make everything alright again, she must be a joker. All my sweetness towards her will end after the weekend. When her heart is completely shattered, I swear she will regret ever crossing paths with me that n

That mommy dearest could step in and make it all better. Crock of shit! Is she any better than Isaac? Using and manipulating me for years to get her way? A brick nearly sinks in my gut at the comparison. But how different is it? *Hannah has to forgive us, she has to,* Cruz says, yawning. I get comfy and close my tired eyes. “Ow,” I groan, feeling a sudden pain in my leg. I absentmindedly rub the sore spot and groan again. When it hits once more, my eyes pop open and Cruz wakes, sprouting his claws from my fingertips, ready to kill the threat.

“So what if they know? Should I go live on my phone and show them how I fuck you?” Darcy saw the vile expression on his face. She was afraid that he might really do it. “Don’t you dare touch me!” Sniff! Corax went over to Darcy with a vicious grin and sniffed her bodily scent. “You smell sweet. You are a beautiful and powerful woman; Rose is a feisty and youthful girl. I’m going to enjoy both of you tonight!”

“Welcome to your new role, Nova. My perfect little muse.” As I left the mansion on shaky legs, the taste of my own pleasure still on my lips and the memory of his mouth devouring me burned in my mind, I realized how deeply I was falling. I had come here to write better scenes. Instead, Damien Cross was turning my body into the living research for his filthiest chapters. And I was already desperate for the next page.

"Priya's been different since the engagement party. Colder. I thought once the scandal died down, things would go back to—" "That's not my problem anymore, Xavier." "I know." He said it quietly, almost like an admission he hadn't planned on making out loud. "I just didn't expect it to feel like this. Watching you walk into that room like you belonged there." Before I could figure out how to respond to that, Damon appeared at my shoulder, close enough that his presence alone seemed to end the conversation without a single word. "Alpha Cross," he said, pleasant and utterly final. "Safe travels back to your territory."