Steve Rogers X Male Reader Novels & Stories

“He's a great guy. We get along pretty well.” “I can imagine,” I murmured, this time the lust in my voice was obvious. I bent down to pick up a novel I found on the floor, revealing my cleavage. Adjusting swallowed hard, rubbing his bulge. Despite trying hard to maintain composure. The air was filled with unspoken desire. I knew exactly where this was going. Steve was trying hard to resist me, it wasn't working cause he was still hard. “You know,” I began, moving closer to Steve on the couch. “I've always admired men who love reading mystery novels. There's something I find hot and intriguing about guys who loves solving puzzles and mysteries.

"Well, sir. Once again I thank you very much!" Roger nodded back, the look in his eyes at me I could feel a difference in them. Either it's just my feelings or the Beta male indeed looks like he likes me? 'Akh, what was I thinking! There's no way that Alpha guy seems to like a pregnant woman like me!'

I couldn't help but gulp, feeling a sudden rush of emotions. "What are you reading, baby boy?" Steve whispered into my ear, his breath sending shivers down my spine. I looked up to see his piercing blue eyes staring back at me. "It's... It's nothing." I stuttered, feeling my cheeks heat up with embarrassment. I pushed his hands away, trying to put some distance between us. I could see a little bit of sadness in his eyes but I didn't care. "Give my book back, Steve." I said. "What's so interesting about this book is that you are reading it with your mouth open. Let me see." He smirked, his eyes scanning the pages of my book.

Instead, he hid his true feelings behind a facade of loyalty, waiting for the right moment to make his move. Rogers, in his loyalty to the king, had been ever vigilant and protective of Miller. Even in his sheer wickedness, he had to ensure that he follows the order of the king strictly, which was keeping Miller Alive for now at all costs. After the death of the previous guard, Rogers had taken it upon himself to hire a new guard to watch over him when he was away. The guard, a burly man named Ethan, had a stern demeanor and a reputation for being reliable.

he muttered as he looked away from Alex. “You know something,” Alex stated, waiting for the male to share more of what he knew. The young Rogue shook his head, “If I say anything, I am a dead man,” he whispered. Alex stepped closer, “If you say nothing, you will be a dead man just the same,” he replied. The male’s face went white, and he considered his options.

I said under my breath, recognizing that name instantly. “It’s been a while, Alpha. I think you need someone to warm your bed.” As fast as he changed the subject, my face turned to him, like a predator at new prey. I pulled my reading glasses away, glaring. Roger didn’t flinch, another master at masking fear. “Bring a whore and she’s not leaving here alive…” “Only your mate will do then?” My eyes tightened on him.

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The sound of his ribs shattering echoes within the hollow cavity. He whimpers at the excruciating torment and twists his body, trying to get out of the males hold. The twists just make the pain even worse. He gives up, too weak to move. The damage has been done and I know that the rogues notice my lack of fight. "Alright, that should do it," one of them says. I feel the male removing his grip, before dropping my wolf to the ground. My wolf whines in pain as the ground digs into his broken ribs. They snigger at my discomfort before leaving.

And I did not expect at all that he would offer money with such pathos . That Steve may be gay comes to the mind of anyone who knows all of his rejections of girls. But he refused the guys too, and I got the impression that Steve simply did not want to exchange for fleeting novels. And if I saw him with someone by the hand, then I would not even think that it could be for money ...

His fingers curled slightly at his sides, like he didn’t know what to do with them. “Sir,” Ethan said. His voice was steady, but I noticed how his fists clenched, and his face hardened. Rogers’ gaze moved from Ethan’s face…down to his chest… then lower. He smirked, and nodded his head, his eyes lingering on Ethan's wet boxers just a second too long before returning to his eyes. I felt my jaw tighten. So that’s what this is. I hate perverts. I mean ‘real’ pervert. They disgust me.