Rouge X Knuckles Novels & Stories

he seethed, almost poking his long fingers into my eyes. I trust Coach will come over to the correctional center. He’s going to fuckin tell me if anything happens to her. Until then, I can't act recklessly. Magnus returned to his seat, his hands rubbing over his knuckles. There were cuts on his knuckles. He pulled off his rings, putting them inside his pocket. His face shows no emotion, but his fingers went straight to his cheeks, scratching, then returned to his knuckles again. “Someone's knuckles got ruined because of me.” I teased.

The silence inside the guest house was deafening in comparison, the only sound the uneven rhythm of Vivienne’s breath as she moved to lock the door. Knox hovered near the entryway, still simmering with residual fury. “Are you alright?” His voice was softer now, concern slipping beneath the edge. “I—” she nodded too quickly. “Yes.” She turned toward him—only then did she notice. His right hand hung stiffly by his side, his knuckles raw and already beginning to swell. The skin was split in two places, and faint streaks of blood were drying along his fingers. “Knox,” she whispered, her voice catching. “Your hand.”

He sat down. He rolled the wet sleeves of his white shirt past his elbows. His knuckles were bruised, the skin split and crusted with dried blood. Luna did not turn her head. Killian reached out and pulled the heavy black coat back from her legs. The cold air hit her soaked clothes. She shivered harder. Her left ankle jutted out from the frayed, muddy denim. It was swollen to the size of a baseball, the skin stretched tight and shining a bruised purple.

And then he’d crossed his skinny-ass arms across his fuckin’ Metallica tee like he was ready to throw down or something. Punk ass poser. His knuckles hurt. He opened his eyes and held his hand in front of his face. Yeah, he’d punched something. Fingers scraped. Knuckles swollen. Black and blue and sorta yellow and, fuck me, red? Broken? He flexed his fingers. Nah, this was a wood punch, not concrete. Not flesh or bone. Wood. “It’s shit,” he’d screamed at Spike, his fists clenched. Fuck counting back from ten. “It’s fucking shit, man. I just want it fixed. It’ll take two fuckin’ seconds!”

My boot came down hard on its neck, crushing its windpipe with a wet crunch. The second rogue roared and swung a curved dagger towards my ribs. I twisted sideways, grabbed his wrist mid-strike, and bent it backwards until bone pierced skin. His scream rose sharp and reedy before I rammed my fist into his throat, feeling cartilage collapse beneath my knuckles. He dropped like a stone, choking on his own blood.

Rose quickly retorted. "I'm warning you again. Pack your things or I'll be rude." "Just try." One of Rose's legs bent upwards, striking Xelle right in the groin until the man let out a curse-filled groan. "Damn it!" "Damn you, Rose!"

But how can she because thunder started rumbling. Xavier remained stoic in his stance, refusing to let the pain show as he tended to his balls. It was a rare occurrence for anyone to strike him, but today Cathleen landed two solid slaps and a swift kick in his most vulnerable area. She was the only one brave enough to lay a hand on him, and she knew exactly where to strike. A place that was to bring forth the knight's offerings. The sharp sting of her blows lingered on his skin, swirling with a mix of pleasure and pain. But Xavier refused to let it break him; instead, he stood tall and unyielding, like a statue carved from marble. His jaw clenched as he took deep breaths, trying to push away

His index finger and his thumb lift my chin up slightly. My pussy is aching so bad, I want his fingers inside me working magic to find my G-spot and make me come all over him with my stickiness. “Just one kiss, Kenna. I promise that is all I want.” “You will want more and I just don’t think I can give it to you, Xander. Not tonight.” Finally, thank God my brain is kicking in. I thought it had all but gone and left me rendering me totally senseless. My breathing is coming in gasps as he rubs his knuckles along my jawline now. I can smell his cologne, it’s a heady mix of musk and something like lemon zest. It’s fresh yet masculine.

His knuckles were bruised, I noted as I ran my thumb along them. "Forgive me," I whispered, glancing up into his dark green eyes with tears misting my vision. But I could make out the darkness in his eyes and never anticipated what he was about to do until he reached out and cupped my face, before bringing his lips to mine in a warm, urgent kiss that we both desperately needed. Hunt slid his tongue into my mouth, searching for mine as he brought my face closer as if we weren't close enough. And it's exactly the same way I've been feeling. Like us being apart in separate bodies, yet mated forever still wasn't enough.

He cracked his knuckles, a subtle but chilling sound that echoed in the confined space. “Three against one? I guest i’m that strong for you to come to me all at once.” he said, his voice low and steady, laced with a confidence that sent shivers down my spine. “But mind you, You’ll regret this,” The first rogue lunged, claws bared and teeth gnashing. Zero sidestepped effortlessly, grabbing the rogue by the wrist and twisting it with a sickening snap. The rogue howled in pain, but Zero didn’t stop. He yanked the rogue forward, slamming his knee into the attacker’s gut before tossing him into a pile of trash bags like he weighed nothing.