Spencer Reid X Reader 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.

Down the hall the kids were settled, Aiden probably still drawing, Valeria probably reading with her lamp on past the time she'd said she'd turn it off. Spencer was looking at his glass. I was looking at him. I didn't know if he believed me. I didn't know if he'd chosen not to and I didn't know which one of those things I was more afraid of.

he asked. “A spider. A fucking spider jumped on me from nowhere. We aren’t even in Australia!” she trembled as she spoke. Reid wasn't certain of what to say as he looked at her. He remembered the last time he had helped her kill one ended in a disastrous way and now, just as though it was a trap, she was still dressed in her nightwear that was on its own a disastrous wear which was turning him on already. It's a damn see-through night wear that he could see her nipple. She was plainly naked under the wear. He scanned through her body without saying a word to her when she took his hand and dragged him off to her place.

Not at how she looks at me, or how Mum looks at me, or how anyone else in the whole world looks at me. None of it matters, not now I have Spencer. Daddy. Now I have someone who loves me. “Fine,” Maggie Connor says finally, and lets out a sigh. “If you insist on being cray cray with Hannibal-old-guy then you do that. Just let me have all the juicy gossip, deal?” I think I’ve won some invisible battle, and I’m not even sure what I was fighting. “Sure,” I say. “But his name’s Spencer.” “Daddy Spencer,” she laughs, and I’m sure my burning cheeks are going to give me away, but she slaps me on the back and doesn’t even notice. “Alright,” she says. “Now, let’s talk about blowjobs, I’ve got some gre

"It's all over the news that Anthony was involved in my parents death..." "But Reed is not owned by Anthony..." Someone tried to cut but immediately trailed off after I slammed my fist on the table. "Did you fucking hear yourself?" I sneered, my face heating up. A ripple went through the room. Chairs shifted. Someone cleared their throat while some others gasped. I leaned forward, palms flat on the table. “It is owned by Spencer Reed. Anthony's fucking first child. His name shadows Spencer. And I won't pretend otherwise just because it makes you feel safer."

Judy’s POV I could hear the shower from the living room. Spencer excused himself to shower, leaving me alone for the time being. There were no TVs, probably because there was no cable this deep in the forest, but there were a ton of books. I didn’t know Spencer was a reader; we never really talked about it these last couple of weeks.

Spencer was the most sexual creature on the planet. Before she could think, his hands were tangled in her thick curls. “God, I love your hair,” he said. He captured her lips in a burning, just as feverish as their first. A battle of lips and tongues overtook as his hands tangled in her hair. She usually hated it when people touched her hair, but Spencer had the green light to touch every inch of her. Too soon, his mouth left hers, going down her body. Sucking, licking, biting every bare inch of skin he could get to.

I took my fingers out of her mouth and pulled away from her completely. “Alpha,” she looked up at me, clearly disappointed. She really knew how to get me riled up. “Get up and bend over,” I instructed her and though she seemed a bit confused, she was quick with it. “Take off your trousers.” She slowly took them off, bending back with only her panties on. Her skin was glossy and asking to be spanked but I wouldn't be a gentleman if I didn't have some form of self control. “Reina, have you ever been with a man before?” I asked, sliding her panties down. She was leaking, her hole twitching as she thought of how to answer me. She was cute.