Spencer Reid Smut Novels & Stories

Reid burst into a fit of laughter looking at his brother. “Alright, I give it to you,” Reid admitted and faced the tons of bills in front of him. Reid was the cheerful one amongst the triplet, he was also classy, so classy he doesn't allow any woman to touch him. Reid had once mentioned he was saving himself for their mates. Reid was a happy person who was contended with life and himself, although they were called the demonic Alphas. Reid had dark hair and violet eyes that were always filled with energy and life.

he repeated. “I was just happy for him that he finally got laid,” Reid muttered. “I wasn’t trying to insult Haven. Just celebrate that they took the next step. We all knew they both wanted it,” he grumbled. I turned and shot him a glare, a small snarl on my lips.

He stopped hitting the male wolf’s face just so he could grip the male's arm that had grabbed me and twisted it around and backwards so that the bones in it loudly snapped. Reid spat on the bloke as he rose to his feet and stormed over to me with a look of thunderous rage on his face. It did not matter what expression he wore, he was still handsome as ever and wearing only a pair of low-hanging sweatpants, leaving his impressive, hard arbs on show that had a surge of jealousy take over me at the idea of all the females that were able to see it as well as me.

“Maybe I want it quick first.” Reid made a rough sound and flipped them. He had her on her back on the couch, jeans and panties dragged down her legs in one yank. He shoved her thighs wide and put his mouth on her without warning😳hot, messy, beard scraping her inner thighs while his tongue worked her clit and two thick fingers pushed inside. “Fuck—Professor—” The title slipped out and he groaned against her, sucking harder. He didn’t let up until she came the first time, shaking and cursing, fingers twisted in his hair.

Sat across from her father at the dining table, thighs pressed together, feeling the slickness gather while Victor’s foot nudged hers under the table, Damien’s eyes locked on her chest, Reid smirking over the rim of his wineglass like he knew exactly how close she was to coming undone. Another night: Group: Send us a photo of your fingers inside yourself. Now. She locked herself in the upstairs bathroom, hiked her skirt, spread her legs on the counter, slid two fingers deep, and snapped the shot—glistening, stretched, needy. Sent it. Their replies came in seconds: Victor: Good girl. Edge for ten minutes. No coming. Damien: That’s our pussy. Don’t forget. Reid: We’re going to wreck that tonig

Reid fucks my mouth like it’s a game he’s winning, grinning the whole time, pulling out just long enough for me to gasp before shoving back in. “Damn, you’re messy,” he says, wiping spit off my chin with his thumb and pushing it back into my mouth. “Look at you choking on it and still trying to take more. What would big brother say?” I moan around his cock because Cole just hit that spot inside me at the exact same time Reid bottomed out in my throat. And I cum so hard my thighs shake and my muffled scream vibrates up his shaft. “She just came from getting stuffed at both ends,” Reid laughs breathlessly. “That’s insane.”

Reid said through ragged breaths. Jane dug her nails into his shoulders as his hands lifted her shirt. He pulled away from her long enough to pull her t-shirt over her head. She tugged at Reid’s shirt and he grabbed the collar and pulled it over his head. He looked exactly like Ryan, chiseled abs and her fingers explored each hard contour. Reid undid the button on his jeans and Jane pushed them down. She had no idea when Reid had zipped down her own jeans but she only realized she wasn’t wearing them anymore when Reid started rubbing her mound over her panties.

Spencer looked away from them and back at me. “How do you know?” I asked, looking up at him. Spencer pointed to his nose. “I can smell her mate’s claim on her and humans... They have a smell about them, like prey.” “I smell like prey?” I asked, tilting my head to this side. I didn’t know how to respond to that. “You, my sweet mate,” Spencer brought his face closer to mine. His eyelids fluttered closed as he breathed deeply. “Smell delicious, like sweet berries dipped in heavy cream. Something that I am meant to savor and enjoy.”

Thumb smeared the bead of liquid over the slit. "Fuck...Sandra.." His hips jerked. "Gonna make me come too soon if you keep that up." "I want you bare," I said, voice raw. "Want to feel every inch stretch me open." He froze for a second. Then nodded. "I'm clean. Tested last month. You?" "Clean. On the pill." I spread my legs wider. "Fuck me raw, Damon. Fill me up." A guttural sound tore from his throat.

Austin growls, pulling out of me slowly. “I never knew watching you get fucked could be so fucking hot babygirl.” Spencer says. I moan again. The combination of all our juices spills out of me, leaking onto the counter. “I love when someone watches. It makes me super wet.” I whisper, making them both groan. “You are perfect for us baby. Just damn perfect.” Spencer says. “I am so glad you are ours.” Austin says. I smile. “I’m glad you guys are mine.”