Steve Rogers X Reader Novels & Stories

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

Roger repeated his question as he approached us. Caesar pulled me behind him and clenched his fists. “And who are you?” “I'm Roger or as you like to call me ‘Steve Rogers’. You bully me everyday, remember?” Rogers said with a hint of disgust in his tone. “Bully you?” Caesar scoffed. “I don't even know who you are.” “Jenna, are you okay? You can come out if he's hurting you.” Rogers yelled. Okay. That's not good. “I will never hurt my Jenna!” Caesar growled. Before he could lunge for Rogers, I stepped out of hiding and blocked him.

Yulia berated him. Rogers closed his eyes as tears streaked down his eyes. Whatever internal turmoil he was going through meant nothing to me. He was going to pay with his life. “Who wants Yulia?” I asked. “I can not tell you that, not even with the threat of death,” Rogers said defiantly. “So go ahead and kill me, it changes nothing.” “Helena Craven,” Yulia said and I froze. “How do you know that name?” Rogers asked with shock written all over his drunk face.

“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.

He pushed to stand, but they were on him like lightning, holding him flat, talons gouging his limbs, crimson soaking into the earth. Steve’s expression contorted in agony, eyes flaring with fury, thrashing to break loose, but the rogues weighed him down, their mass crushing. My ticker skipped, terror freezing me solid, echoes of Liam’s power, his form wrapping mine in the sheets, worthless here as I stood rooted, witnessing Steve’s fight. In a swift, unified rush, the rogues piled on, talons ready, jaws snapping, their teeth a breath from shredding skin. Steve bucked, but the numbers overwhelmed, blows raining down, teetering him on the brink of the void.