Spock/kirk Fanfiction Novels & Stories

she asked, her voice cut through me like a blade. “Yes…” my voice cracked. “On the same night.” Kirk’s eyes no longer held love. Only shock and betrayal. His mother turned her face away like I was something filthy. “She is not what I imagined for you,” she muttered bitterly. My knees nearly gave out. Kirk looked like someone had ripped his soul apart. Then his father stepped forward, firm and authoritative. “Enough.” He looked at my stomach, his eyes unreadable. “This situation is complicated. We will wait.”

I heard Kirk's voice and turned to look again. "Would you like a drink?" Kirk offered Hope. "Sure," she said. "Help yourself," he said. There was a pitcher of a really fruity rum drink on the coffee table. I found out later that it was strong stuff, but it was so sweet that Hope didn't notice the alcohol. She poured a glass and took a tentative sip. She nodded her head and then drained half the glass. I raised my eyebrows at that—noticing that Kirk did the same thing. Kirk spoke up first, so I didn't have to say a word.

In the decision I will make today. “You know, Kara... You are beautiful, sexy... Even if you have two children, you are still sexy. I fantasize about you. Since then… You were an actress then. Haha! I didn't think... You're going to be the wife of that snitch Spencer! He stole everything from me. So...” He licked, which I didn't like. His maniac stare at his licking. Gross. "I didn't do that without a reason. It's just that... you're mesmerizing...” Then he licked again, enjoying himself. My grip on the gun is tight now. He is disgusting.

The sight of him made Rose whimper. "She's mine," Kirk snarled, his words slurring together. "The mate bond... it's still there. I can feel it!" His eyes locked onto Rose, and the madness in them deepened. "You can't keep her from me!" "There was no mate bonb she was just your girlfriend, but when you tried to force her submission," Molly snapped, her maternal instincts making her even more formidable. "You lost all rights to her the moment you raised your hand against her. Tge momentyou abused her abd took Rebecca you lost all rights to be with her."

He nodded, leading the way back to the dungeon. I entered the dungeon to see her holding the bars and talking to Kirk. “Where were we?” I said as I stood above her, watching her drop to the ground, scrambling for her safety when I had done nothing. “I...I... do..don’t.... remember,” she stuttered as she sat her buttocks on the ground, clawing desperately away from me to the wall. “She’s lying; you bloody spy,” Kirk threatened as his hands rattled the gate of the cell while he made to go inside. He stopped with my raised hands, holding him up, taking a deep breath before he did anything.

Riona… and Skroll, Grimnir growled from deep within him, a lustfull grin in his tone. "How about you tell me everything you know about these disturbances, Riona?" Kirk purred, his lips brushing dangerously close to her ear. There was an edge to his voice now, more intimate, more dangerous. Riona's breath hitched slightly, her body tensing a bit at the sound of her real name before relaxing back into Kirk again, pressing rhythmically into his palm, falling into sync with the ambient noise of the space around them. She wasn’t speaking anymore, her body doing all the responding he needed. The pulse of her warmth under his hand matched the rising heat in his own blood.

"If she still resists, break that whore's arm." Those are Kirk's words; he holds his bloody hand and aggressively approaches me as if he wants to eat, swallow me alive to vent his anger. Kirk sneered, then mercilessly punched me in the stomach to vent his rage. I gritted my teeth, enduring the excruciating pain from my stomach. "This is the price you pay for hitting me," Kirk whispered in my ear. I smirked and spat at his bloodstained face; I said in surging anger: "I hate and loathe your family."

His touch sent sparks flying through my body, and I knew that I was in trouble. "Kirk, back off," Norman growled, his voice low and menacing. But Kirk didn't move. He just kept staring at me, his eyes burning with raw desire and neediness. "I don't think so," Kirk replied stubbornly, his voice firm. "The lady belongs to me now, you both can go kick rocks." Kirk's statement elicited a simultaneous growl from both Norman and Damon. My mind raced hard. I felt like I was being pulled in three directions at a time. I felt like all this was a dream I would soon wake up from. Part of me was drawn to Kirk's wild, untamed energy, while another part was still reeling from Norman's possessiveness.

Tyler nodded encouragingly at him, but Spock just wagged his tail. “Spock, you had this a minute ago!” Tyler took a breath and then repeated the phrase. Spock just wagged his tail harder. “Fine, we'll do it your way,” Tyler conceded. He held the stick like a weapon and pointed it at Spock. “Pew, pew! You're dead!”

Cyan answered with a heavy sigh. Kirk stole a glance at her. She was staring out the window, her mind clearly miles away. Even though she claimed to be furious with Zach, Kirk knew a part of her still harbored feelings for that bastard. The thought made him grit his teeth in frustration, but he was powerless. He couldn't exactly order her to stop feeling for her own husband.