Griffith X Reader Novels & Stories

His bull said as he stretched and walked closer so he could take a closer look. “Would you believe me if I told you that was me?” Griff downed the rest of his beer. Maria bobbed her head in a yes motion. She could hear the truth and regret in his voice. “Yes. I would believe you.” Bee reached out and patted his thigh. Why there weren’t sparks and electricity, there was a tingle in her fingertips. “I won’t ask, but if you want to share, I won’t stop you.” “After you tell me why you are here, I will tell you something of my story.” Griffin had felt the strange current when she tapped him. It wasn’t unwelcome, but it wasn’t what he expected.

Christie’s POV The drive back to the Graves estate was a blur. The steering wheel of the Bentley felt cold under my hands, and my vision kept blurring as tears spilled down my cheeks. For the first time in my life, I had allowed myself to believe that I was special, that a man like Lyon could truly love me without any strings attached. Now, everything was covered in a thick layer of uncertainty. I had given my heart and my body to a man whose world I didn't even understand. What did I know about heirs and Lunas? I was just a doctor. I wasn't ready for the drama of a werewolf pack.

He looked over at the other men, “Hans, get her some water.” “What are you doing Felix?” asked an older man, as the younger man ran off. “Griff, we don’t torture.” He looked at the man before turning back to me. “Who are you?” “You can’t believe anything she says, she’s a manipulator. She killed her own kind,” claimed Griff. Killed my own kind? I could never… I blacked out, I’m missing a lot of time, what if I did do something? I was messing around with a lot of spells. What if… I began breathing fast again.

Her body tightened and she felt her nails scratch Xan’s back. “Yes! Give me everything my Phoenix!” Xan said excited by the pain had inadvertently inflicted. “Xan...I...can’t .....hold on!” Grace moaned as another organism came. Xan was close, Grace’s moaning and wetness were driving him insane. “Come for me again! I am so close!” Xan said. Grace obeyed and screamed again as Xan released his seed into her. Xan felt his cock being milked for every last drop making him groan loudly. Grace and Xan then kissed each other tenderly.

Griffin thought it wasn’t necessary to tell his mother that Daphne was Jacob’s ex. Afterall,he was only interested in sleeping with Daphne. There was nothing more to it. After sending his mother off,Griffin returned to the transfusion room where Daphne was sitting in a daze. He felt his trousers growing tighter and that made his teeth clenched. Damn it! Even while she looked so pale and sick, she still managed to get him so aroused.

Not giving him a chance to stabilize his breathing neither she was focusing on hers, Gracie placed her lips right above his collarbone and pecked the place multiple times before sucking on it. She had never thought that giving hickeys would be so much more delightful than receiving them until she heard a grunt escape his mouth. She licked around the purple mark before finding a new spot right near his mole on the neck and bit on it quite ruthlessly. Another grunt and a small whimper left his mouth and was she not enjoying herself? If only she could record it and listen to it later.

I will list the possible trigger warnings below (I will edit this if there are any changes), if any of them make you uncomfortable, please proceed with caution or skip the chapters altogether. Thank you for understanding, and for supporting my work until now. I hope we can all be together till the end. WARNINGS: - eating disorders - self-harm - blackmailing - suicidal thoughts - mentions of rape (nothing explicit, I promise) - human rights violations (human trafficking, physical abuse, etc.)

“Please, I need you.” Griff didn’t move for several tense moments. I couldn’t tell if that was because he’d worked out that I was really Cathtwulf Aibek or he’d paused out of simple surprise. Earlier, when he’d described his life story, he had skipped over the part where I’d killed him, but that didn’t mean he had forgiven me for making his death so brutally painful. “Fuck me, Alpha,” I moaned, hoping my words would get him back in the mood. “I want that thick cock inside me, now.”

“How’d that happen?” “Oh, I have a pretty good idea.” “Wanna share?” “No.” Griff stroked between her lower lips with a thick finger, loving how wet she was already. “I wanna do something else. And I wanna do it while you’re wearing these hot-as-fuck black stockings and suspenders.”

"I hate this. I hate having to tell you this. Silence echoes in the hallway as I stare at him in disbelief. "Perhaps, if you wish, the Council could also perform the ritual on you-" "No. No. I couldn't." I turn away fiercely. "I...never want to forget it. "That's what I thought," Griffin smiles slightly, almost wistfully, with satisfaction. "I like you, Xavier. You're the kind of wolf I aspire to be like. "I don't like you." I said dryly, though inwardly surprised at the lack of arrogance on his face. He wins. He gets it for the rest of eternity. How come he's being so nice to me?