Novel & Cerita Spencer Reid X Male Reader

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.

" What makes you think i always want something from you ?" I bite my tongue and look at his features. Why are bad people always good looking ? Is it some sorta curse. Reid's got a jet black hair that's slightly tousled. His face is also well built with a slight scar above his left eyebrows. Both his arms are tatted. He's cute and all that but his soul is too dark. " Why can't you man up and take responsibility of the seed you shoot into Leslie ?" " What would I wanna do with your whore sister ? You know she's like you , always after loaded guys."

I just recalled that he’s working as a stripper and it made perfect sense with keeping his body ripped and well-sculpted like a herculean god. I just had too much alcohol and I do get drunk pretty easily. The only moment that I remembered clearly was when Spencer pulled me aside to a darker corner. I’m enjoying our getting to know each other conversation when I began to notice that Spencer’s about to advance at me. I already expected this even judging by his physical actions, the sticky stare and the few brushes on my arms. He’s not much of my type but I do agree that he’s quite handsome.

He snaps, eyes red when he's near and slams his palm on the hood as he walks to Gwen's side. I jerk in my seat and press my lips together. His eyes fall on me and they scan over my figure in a suggestive way. I shiver, inwardly crawling into my shell. " Who's this Reece? Fresh meat?" His tongue snaked out just like the one tatted on his face to lick his lower lip. "She's off limits Spencer." Gwen murmurs taping my thigh reassuringly. I didn't feel the least bit reassured at the moment. Spencer groans, rolls his eyes and moves them away from me. "Too bad, could've been fun."

Anthony found it necessary opening up to Spencer about the cause of the medication's failure, perhaps Spencer could have some solutions as to what he'd do to control the beast functions. “Being around Kayla triggers my urges, Spencer. I'm unable to control my feelings every time I see her with another man. I get involuntarily infuriated. This… stupid part of me hates to see her agonizing, whereas my true feelings are on the contrary. Getting closer to her neck, I get crushed by an overwhelming urge to drain her. Then there is this voice that tells me to drain her, not drink—” “Drain her?” Spencer seemed a bit quizzical.

“We start out as friends and it blooms into more. If it does, it does. If it doesn’t then it doesn’t, not everyone has a happy ending. I won’t let the mate bond no matter how small make me love you or forgive you. The truth is you have a marked mate and there are other important things to worry about like wars brewing.” I swallow the rejection I feel at her words and nod my head and we begin again on our way back to the pack house. I can’t help but keep stealing glances at her as we walk. She is stronger than I have given her credit for in the past and determination oozes off of her when she talks about the brewing war. All of the sudden pain begins to build in my chest causing me to grasp

"Fine. Maybe I don’t want to be responsible for your death. Are you happy now?" Reid chuckled and winced as it hurt. "You care for me." It wasn’t a question and before I could deny it, his hot lips brushed my throat. "I like it." The words sent a shiver down my spine. This was no longer the cold, controlling Reid that I knew. He was someone else now, someone who made my heart race dangerously. Which he shouldn’t be. "I'll get your medicine," I said firmly and squirmed out of his loosened grip. "Now."

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.

Spencer said in a grin. “Well, I hope I could last for a week, at least.” Spencer laughed. “So you knew her reputation with men, huh? Good luck, then.” I rolled my eyes when Xander grinned at me. “By the way, you’re friends with Yael, right? Yael Domingo?” I looked at Spencer and his gaze was focused on Xander. The fact that he is trying to avoid my eyes only meant one thing: I’m busted and he found out that I am up to something.

“Why don’t you get on the bed and find out? Since you’re so curious about gay sex, I can fuck you. Maybe you’d like it.” Spencer’s face twisted with rage. “Don’t you dare project your disgusting sickness onto me, faggot.” He shoved me with both hands, hard. I flew backward, crashing into the boards with a loud bang. Pain shot through my shoulder. “What the fuck? Get your hands off him!” Reed’s roar cut through the arena like thunder. Before I could even process it, he was there — grabbing Spencer by the jersey and slamming him against the glass. His fist flew, landing heavy punches across Spencer’s face.