Griffith X Reader Novels & Stories

“I’m not looking for love.” He rose and reached around to cup her bottom, closing his eyes as he slid both hands into her deep back pockets. Gloriana’s hands flew to his chest as if to hold him back, but how easy would it be just to tug her forward and let her feel how much she aroused him? “What happened, Griff?” she gasped breathlessly. “Did a woman scorn you?” Griffin knew she was deliberately trying to distract him, and that she was right to do so. “No woman has ever got close enough to scorn me, little Glow,” he sneered, skating his hands along the inside of her waistband and then finally cupping between her legs.

He eyed the others and watched them all agree to his words. "I would die first before I let any harm come to you," Grift whispered and brought his mouth to Phoenix neck where he licked, kissed, bit, and sucked. Phoenix knew he was pulling up a bruise, marking him. He moaned again and pressed his head tighter to him. Thrift moved on to his chest, paying exquisite attention to his nipples. He had him babbling, begging for something more to alleviate the intense pleasure he almost couldn't bear. He felt Drift's fingers invading his wet hole and a shiver so intense rocked his entire body. He felt his wolf peeking from within.

I should get down to doing that. When I'm not hiding from people trying to kill me. "Alright, let's check them." Griffin takes a seat on the same couch we sat on in the afternoon. I sat pressing against his side to get a better look. I had to chant in my head that his cologne doesn't smell nice, I shouldn't sniff him like a wild animal, and the heat from his body is making my insides flutter. No, none of that is happening. The first picture Griffin opens has my gut twisting into a knot, and bile rising to my throat. It's the worst out of all of them.

When Griff finally stands and begins weaving his way through the chairs and tables towards the restroom, I follow closely, trying to keep my cane quiet as I tail him. When I step into the bathroom I’m pleased to see that he’s the only man present, and that there’s a lock on the door. I quickly slide the bolt home, and approach behind him at the urinal. Extending my claws, I swiftly bring them to his throat, taking cruel pleasure in his shock. He freezes in place, even ceasing to urinate mid-stream. “Hello Griff.” I greet him, my voice little more than a guttural growl. “I – who are you?” He demands hoarsely. “What do you want?”

Alex complained, eyeing Jace. “ I'm just restless, I couldn't see Zara today. I just can't wait for tomorrow, I'll explain everything to her.” taking Alex's already brewed coffee. “ Yeah me neither, so I won't have to see all this.” “ Christ! Alex come see this” Jace increased the volume of the tv. “ Debbie Griffin, allegedly seen with multi billionaire Alexander Jefferson, picked up bridal style into his car. Rumors about her throwing her body publicly at him just for his wealth” The anchor said, pictures of the night he saved her displayed on the screen.

Griffith might be a bit pissed that I’d slipped out, but I was sure that he’d agree that it really was better this way. He wasn’t interested in me as a woman. He’d ignored me for years. The only reason he’d given me the time of day tonight was because I had evidently stumbled into some sort of undercover operation. God, I’d made a fool out of myself, practically swooning when he’d slid his fingers into my hair, the tug having my nipples going hard, and when he’d talked about how wet my panties would be, how much I loved being bared in public… I’d been unable to hold back a moan. To be honest, even his talk about spanking me… his fingers running across the buckle of his belt… all of that had

Too bad it was Harrison’s day off—Stefan had a habit of interrupting those. Oh well. Sucks to be Stefan’s personal and trusted doctor. “On it,” Griffin replied. THE END

It was said that those who barely spoke were the deadliest. It was no folklore anymore, it was a tested and trusted fact at this point because, how did someone as meek and humble as Gregory do something this vile. At least Asher was innocent as I predicted. Xavier owed him an apology and I did as well. The mystery of Griffin death had being solved. Juliet was going to be found soon as well. We had the culprit and he was not going anywhere until he confessed where he hid her

Grave Groaning, I pulled the blonde closer, thrusting harder while she moaned beneath me, nails dragging down my chest. Her legs trembled around my waist, but it wasn’t enough. None of it was enough. Because she wasn’t her. Every damn time I closed my eyes, all I saw was Lyra Cross. Her mouth. Her attitude. Those dangerous fucking eyes. I knew we were playing a reckless game, but I couldn’t stop myself from wanting more. The girl was poison and danger, and it intrigued me. It’s only natural I love danger.

READ AT YOUR OWN RISK, YOU'VE BEEN MOTHERFUCKING WARNED. A/N: IF AN*L SEX OFFENDS YOU, PLEASE DON'T READ CHAPTER 47. THIS STORY WAS WRITTEN FOR FUN AND ALL THE CHARACTERS WERE CREATED WITH MY FRIENDS IN MIND. THIS CHAPTER WAS WRITTEN WITH MY FRIEND, KATHERINE P IN MIND. I INTERVIEWED HER AND ASKED HER QUESTIONS ABOUT WHAT SHE LIKED IN BED AND SHE WANTED ME TO INCORPORATE THIS STUFF INTO KITTY'S CHARACTER TO BETTER PORTRAY HER. I WASN'T GOING TO DO IT — BUT I SAID WHAT THE HELL, WRITING IS SUPPOSED TO BE CREATIVE AND SUBJECTIVE. SO AGAIN YOU’VE BEEN WARNED.