Gregory X Roxy Novels & Stories

Everyone stopped to watch as we entered. To watch me. Whispers started immediately. "Is that her?" "The Shadow Wolf—" "She looks half-dead—” "The King has been searching for weeks—" "He'll finally have his answer—" Royce ignored them all, leading the procession deeper into the complex with his head held high. Whatever doubts he'd had, whatever fear, he hid it behind absolute confidence. We passed through two more courtyards, each more stunning than the last. Rose gardens in full bloom despite the season. Trees with silver bark that seemed to glow. Sculptures of wolves frozen in marble, so lifelike I expected them to move.

he smiles. We sit on the soft grass under one of the dogwood trees as he pulls out some bits of food for breakfast. Every last bit of the morning is precious. “You know, I’m not a bad person,’ he says as he watches me. “I know,” I say, quite confused. “I never thought you were. You’re wonderful.” “You never wondered why I’m a rouge?” he asks. “We have quite an awful reputation.” I considered that for a moment. I grew up fearing rouges, hearing about the terrible things they’d done. We were warned to stay away from them at all costs. We were told they would kill us if given a chance.

The fall to love was fast, but Mitch was persistent and it was really the only option. "My work here is done." I pretend to dust off my hands before I clean up my vanity. "No way. You don't get a girl all dressed up and think we aren't going out." Roxy stands up and I look down at her sneakers. Her work overalls are gone and she's in a pair of jean shorts and a T-shirt that hangs so low you'd have to guess if she really has the shorts on. It's actually a new style, but I don't think she's trying for that.

Sylvia said with a smile. Calvin's brows tightened for a beat before smoothing out. He turned to Ashton with a smug grin and said, "Watch closely, Ashton." Then, he leaned in and growled, "Once Roxy says yes, I'm going to savor her beautiful body and ravage her hard tonight. That's something you'll never experience again!" With that, he strode to the center of the club, his heart pounding with anticipation for Roxy's arrival. A few minutes later, Roxy walked into Summit Lounge in a sleek business suit. In an instant, she felt the room's attention land squarely on her.

I searched for her G spot and when I found it she went wild and I kept after her with my fingers until she calmed down. I thought it was over and I was already trying to think of a story that would cover us if mom and dad had heard any noise and came to look and see what was going on, but I hadn't considered how hot and horny Roxy was. While I was searching for her G spot she started playing with my cock and suddenly I was hard again. Roxy hard an iron grip on my cock and she pulled me on top of her. What the hell - I was already damned - I pushed her legs apart and slid my cock back into her. Roxy screamed and I quickly covered her mouth with mine to block the noised so our parents wouldn't

Flashes of him kissing other girls and receiving a lap dance invade my mind and I roll my eyes. “Yeah, he is a player, but you didn’t have to say your name was Regina Falange, did you see his face?”, Roxie let’s out still laughing holding her stomach. “I wasn’t going to give him my real name, that’s for sure, he’s just another stuck up rich boy that thinks the world revolves around his bellybutton”, I say and Roxy laughs harder. “You really have no idea who he is do you? Do you know how many girl wish he was giving them his attention?”, Roxy asks now on a more serious tone.

Roxy had been relentless in her persuasion, a force of nature armed with glittery eyeshadow and an unshakeable belief that a party could solve anything. "It'll be fun! Everyone will be there. You need to let loose and celebrate our big win!" she'd argued, bouncing on the balls of her feet. I, wanting to be a good friend and secretly hoping Roxy was right, had reluctantly agreed.

The wall behind it mirrored, glass shelves held various bottles of liquor, stools sat lined up like soldiers in front of the slab of timber that had been painstakingly sanded and stained. A jukebox glowed in one corner of the room, and on the other side, a pool table whose green felt had seen better days. The stains of blood and drinks covered the once vibrant surface. A large oak table took up the middle of the room, twelve heavy chairs surrounded it. One word carved into the middle to remind anyone who was lucky enough to have a seat at the table why they were there “ROGUES”.

Ajax growled in my head at the mention of Hannah's name. 'Not only do you despise the fact your mate is a rogue, your heart already belongs to another who isn't even your mate!’ He growled even louder. ‘Exactly, and I'll make Hannah my Luna. She doesn't have a mate. I don't have one either. Perfect.’ ‘Liar!’ Ajax snarled.

He bent down, hot breath skimming the tender skin of her ear, just above the blazing silver suppressor. "Who the hell are you?" Dominic growled, a gravelly, possessive command that made her inner wolf want to drop to its knees. The heat pooled in her lower abdomen, heavy, and Clara forced herself to meet his eyes, striving to keep her human guise. "Sir, I'm Roxy. Your amusement for the night." There was a dangerous, golden flame in Dominic’s eyes. His massive warm hand reached out and curled tightly around her small waist and pulled her hard into his chest.