Steve Rogers X Reader Novels & Stories

I pull my legs up, wrapping my arms around my knees and staring steadily at the blank television screen. “Does the tv work?” I ask, my voice shaking a little despite myself. “I…don’t know…” Roger replies, his tone curious. “Do you want me to try it?” “Mmmhmm!” I say, my hum an octave higher than it would usually be. Slowly, Roger stands up and moves to the TV, treating me to the opportunity to scan the broad muscles of his back, which sweep downward to a trim waist. He even has two little dimples on either side of his spine right above his perfect ass…

Rose looked so excited, I had to chuckle. “You know you’re obsessed,” I told her. “Obsessed with what?” Nate asked. “Rose here reads and writes werewolf porn,” Kimi answered. I snorted at her description of Rose’s reading preferences. “It is not porn,” she tried to defend herself. “Yes, some of them have very steamy sex scenes, but the storyline is more about finding love, and fighting rogues.” “I have no clue what you’re talking about,” Nate said with a shake of his head.

He’s right, I’m absolutely mortified. The way he stands between me and them is a protective move, but surely he knows they would never hurt me. “We were only reading.” Ryder holds up his book, one with a particularly muscular, bearded man on the front. I bought that book because the cover reminded me of Phoenix. "Mine is definitely the best so far." Ranger holds up his. I instantly recognise it as one of the more explicit ones. It has bondage, doctor role pay, and lots of edging, which for some reason really appeals to me, even though it sounds like torture of the best kind.

As he screams out, I drive the dagger into his chest and he falls to the ground. In general, rogues are weaker than wolves that belong to a pack. They don't have the strength that comes from the unity of being in a pack. Wolves are social creatures, and their wolves weaken significantly without that bond to an Alpha. Many rogues are on their own for years before they join other rogues, so they weaken a great deal. However, just because these rogues are weaker, they have the upper hand right now. With just four more to go, I can feel my body becoming sluggish. All my energy sources have been depleted in the last five weeks and I'm just running on pure adrenaline at this point.

The harsh weather and unforgiving environment have forged the most powerful rogue wolf army in the Mississippi River region. Xavier reached my side, taking my hand in his. His deep, magnetic voice was both tender and resolute: “I was delayed by some matters. I came late to fetch you and caused you grief.” Grief? Their behavior had long ceased to faze me. “I don’t want to see them,” I said flatly. Xavier exuded the aura of the rogue king—a force so overwhelming it demanded submission. “Leave.” Just one word, yet it echoed like thunder. Beta Steve and Alpha Joe turned even paler, but still, they didn’t leave.

Rose looked so excited, I had to chuckle. “You know you’re obsessed,” I told her. “Obsessed with what?” Nate asked. “Rose here reads and writes werewolf porn,” Kimi answered. I snorted at her description of Rose’s reading preferences. “It is not porn,” she tried to defend herself. “Yes, some of them have very steamy sex scenes, but the storyline is more about finding love, and fighting rogues.” “I have no clue what you’re talking about,” Nate said with a shake of his head.

As Tom would take me from behind, the warm water running down my back as one hand firmly gripped my hip and the other my shoulder. Don't think of him, whatever you do, don't think of him. Tom Bradley was the Alpha of the Rogues, a pack made up of wolves that had been banished from their packs for various reasons. Some valid, but mostly because they were traitors, vicious and untrustworthy. Which made the pack volatile and unruly, and that chaos suited their leader, whose wolf was becoming more and more unhinged. Not the type of wolf the daughter of the alpha of the prestigious Red Crescent Pack should be in company with. But I just couldn’t stay away, I was drawn to his badness like a moth t

Eh, I get to use it and that's what matters to me right now. Well, Jonas knows me well. He stocked the freezer with ice cream just there for the taking. I took a gallon container of mint chocolate chip ice cream and plopped down on the couch again with my blanket, staring at the screen. I had to put on the TV and switch to channel 49. Steve Rogers was everything any woman would want in a man and hell, Chris Evans plays the character so perfectly I want him to be my mate. Well, he's human, and married, and has several kids. Well, I am stuck with Xander I guess.

There is a freaking hole in his chest—how the fuck is he still breathing? I gape at it while Roger keeps his tired eyes on me, waiting for what I might do next. I'm not an idiot. He wants me to touch the skin around his wound to help it heal. Trembling, I make it over to his stomach and gulp. This isn't some scrawny half-assed innocent werewolf, but a well-built alpha specimen. Roger could hurt me even in his current state. All the more reason to fear him. Inhaling, I touch him, and Roger holds his breath before slowly releasing a gust of painful air.