Dean Winchester X Male Reader Novels & Stories

As her orgasm ended, she barely had time to register it and no time to catch her breath before he was working her body toward another orgasm. “I want to take you to new heights tonight. But right now I want to plow you home until it’s clear to you I won’t take no. We will be mates and we will do this until we’re both passed on into the next life. Then I plan to find you there and remind you of all the times we did this before.” Dean had enough. He wasn’t weak, and he’d go after what he wanted in his own way. Meanwhile, Dean meant every word on this subject. He wouldn’t play games anymore with their lives.

The only weapon that was able to kill werewolves, as I was told. My eyes couldn’t help but notice the scar on his cheeks. The very first time I saw him I have thought he was very bad news, but in reality, he isn’t. Dean was a very silent man, clever, a bit blunt, okay he was too much blunt for his own good yet he adored his family to the infinity even though his look screams fox. Xander trusted him, after all, he is his beta; he handles his shit more often than anyone since he sees him that much. He was an almost exact version of Xander, mysterious, obscure, with a hint of danger in their aura.

Again, his voice always did things that made her lose control, things that she couldn’t believe herself. The soft, moist brush of his mouth closed on her throat and curled her toes. She couldn’t swallow or breathe or think beyond the consuming desire for more. She stood perfectly still, afraid to move. Afraid of what she’d do, but mostly afraid he’d stop. °°°°°°° Clara Summers was tired of all the bullshits guys were using to get into her pants. She tasted it and decided she had enough of heartbreaks. Until one day, she had a one-night-stand with a man who turned out to be a decent guy. They started dating and things were great until he introduced her to his best friend, Dean Westminster. Ye

They were both technically my first, Dec nodded, “I agree, that’s fine with me.” This was it. 'Time to lose your virginity, Gini!' My wolf affirmed, an undercurrent of excitement lacing her tone. My wolf was practically bouncing around. Sitting up, I watched my mates; my eyes racking over their bodies as they both undressed… shirts falling to the floor, ripped abs and well defined muscular arms. Deacon had a tiny smattering of brown curls running from the bottom of his chest to his belly button while Declan had a thin layer across his muscular chest. Both men looked wonderful, and they were mine.

Vance sighed as he shook his head, “I have been trying to get her to come back. I've been trying to make her see that she needs help. She needs therapy.” Aliyah could not agree more… because why would you turn down a man you claim to love when he has done nothing wrong. Dean returned with the drinks, served everyone including himself before taking his seat, Aliyah smiled, her appreciation making the young man give a boyish grin. Vance elbowed Dean in his side, making the young man winch, “Unless you want Romero chasing your ass down, keep your blush to yourself.” “I… wasn’t…” Dean stammered with embarrassment as he cleared his throat noisily.

She liked Dean, more than all the men she had been with. And Dean? He was a man’s man; owned a mechanic shop, reach and I think he is affiliated with the mafia. But what do I know? All I know is that ever since she and Dean started dating, I haven’t spent a night without sliding my fingers down my panties and rubbing one out.

Once Maverick received the Pact’s approval—which Jeremy had no doubt they would receive—he could begin to gather the information and evidence they needed to launch a counterstrike against the vampires. Those filthy bloodsuckers would think twice about ever targeting him or the Grey Wolves again. “It’s always a woman,” Dean drawled. “That’s the only thing that can bring a cowboy to his knees, that or the broadside of a bull’s horns.” Jeremy imagined himself with a choice of taking on either Isabella Beaumont or an angry bull. Horns and all, he’d choose the bull. “Not with me.” He brushed Dean off. Dean chuckled again. “Oh, ’scuse me. I forgot. There’s no such thing as female troubles for Comm

You had one job woman, to make sure river doesn't get caught but what did you do, fucking around like a dog in heat" he yells grabbing his gun it only takes seconds for ana's body to drop dead on the floor. I have never imagined dean would have this side of him. He always pretended to be the golden boy that I once admired. Better the devil you know than the angel you really don't. He kicks her body cussing to himself before turning to face me. Dean reaches into his pocket and takes out a cancer stick which also amazes me. He smokes too, and weed at that. "Now we can talk without some whore interfering with us" he seats on the chair in front of mine still gripping his gun tightly.

It looks so long and hard, just waiting for me to suck it all down my throat Bella: Grrrrr. You just ruined my underpants, Beta. Now I am all wet !! “ …. Dominic ? Dominic ? DOMINIC KENT !!!!!” the Dean shouted and the Vampire King almost dropped his phone in fright and quickly stood up from his seat in reflex. To make matters worse, a slight brush of his hardening wood with the table, caused it to become a full on raging boner just in front of the equally fuming Dean. “ …. are you even listening to me ?” the Dean asked the lust-sick vampire.

Only if he knew I came to end him. The sound of running water stopped, and moments later, Deuce emerged from the bathroom. He’d showered and was now dressed in black slacks and a crisp white shirt, a glass of amber liquid in his hand. Whiskey, probably. He always drank whiskey after sex. I forced myself to sit up, ignoring the protest of my abused muscles. I needed to appear normal, needed to play the role of the satisfied lover. Deuce’s dark eyes tracked my movement as he settled into the leather armchair near the window, one leg crossed over the other in a pose of casual dominance. Even relaxed, he radiated power, the kind that made other wolves drop their eyes and bare their throats in su