Steve X Captain Tankmen Novels & Stories

The barrel of the tactical shotgun was a dark, unblinking eye staring right through my chest, but it was the face of the man holding it that made the blood freeze in my veins. David Mercer looked like a ghost of the man standing in front of me, an older, rougher, infinitely more cruel version of Jaxson.

"Look at yourself, sister, you have what it takes to defeat them. Stop being afraid we can overcome them even with a small number of men. I believe that they are no match for us. Nevertheless, I know where to get men that will support us!" "And how can you explain that to us?" Asked Gama in what appears to be a sharp response. "How are you going to raise men that will defeat Magaritha and her army?" Without wasting any of his time, Steve went straight to the point. "My life in the wild brought close to many people living in the wild. These people had grudges of one form or the other. You and your men were among this list that I'm talking about. However, I must let you know that you are not a

First day on the job and I’m hauling my camera bag through the arena tunnels, heart hammering because this was supposed to be my break through. I had studied this team like the palm of my hand. I spotted him right away. Riven Holt. Captain. Star forward. The guy everyone talked about like he was some kind of hockey god. Tall, built like he could break someone in half without trying, dark hair messy from practice, jaw set like he was permanently pissed off. He was barking orders at some rookies near the bench, voice sharp enough to cut glass. “New girl,” he called out when he noticed me standing there fiddling with my lens. “You the photographer? Let’s see what you got from warm-ups.”

“Explain yourself. Who’s attacking Greenvale?” Steve quickly scoops up the bag and stuffs more gold into it from a nearby safe. “There’s no time to explain! I have to go.” As he tries to brush past me, Zen and Oliver arrive. Zen, with his towering frame, blocks Steve’s path. Despite being an Alpha, Steve’s years of indulgence have softened him, and he’s no match for us. Together, we stand firm, preventing his escape. I glare at him. “I said, explain.”

Steve, with his big hands gripping Shannon's hips, was picking up speed as he plowed his big black cock up her cunt over and over. Beneath her, James--the captain of their swim team--lapped at his girlfriend's stretched pussy and along the underside of that fat black boner.

“So, they really are married?” “That’s not true!” Richard snapped, turning sharply toward the guests before his glare returned to Katherine. “I’m giving you one last chance to----” “Listen, Lieutenant Colonel.” Steve stepped forward, placing himself between Richard and Katherine. The title landed with weight. For a brief second, Steve’s gaze flickered to the insignia on Richard’s shoulder---acknowledging it, but not respecting it. Then his eyes hardened. “As a soldier,” he continued evenly, “you should know when to accept defeat.”

XAVIER It took quite a moment before Steve finally spoke, his voice calm. Calculating. Cautious. Like he was schooling a kindergartener. “He’s playing you, Xavier. Just like he’s been playing all of us. Just like he played you. Me. My mom. Your mom. And every other person tangled in his web. You think you’re in control, but you’re not. And you don’t even see it. You’re too busy trying to keep up with him, trying so hard to earn his approval that you do not notice the hold he has on you.” His words hit me like a slap to the face, but he wasn’t done. “ He doesn’t care about you, man. He never has. He never would. At least, not in the way you think. He only cares about his damned legacy.”

Sandra laughed as she tried to calm Steve in his excitement. “Yeah you’re right I need to calm down! It’s just I haven’t seen him for ages. You know how close we are to each other. We grew up together and he is the brother I never had. I just wanted to see how he is now and how his children are. He told me that his son is now a Captain in the Military and he is also the CEO of Paradise Destinations. Can you believe that? At a very young age. Thomas is very proud of him! And her daughter Olivia just graduated from college a year ago. I think she took up Fashion Design and what’s good is that she’s already making noise in her field with her elegant and unique designs.“Steve happily shared this

I came to a halt, bending forward, hand bracing on my thighs as I forced air into my lungs. “Damn,” Tony muttered. “Is he even human?” “That’s why he’s our captain.” A few chuckles followed. I headed towards them, and Nathan shoved me a bottle of water. Twisting it, I took a long drink, water spilling down the corner of my mouth. After emptying the bottle, I squeezed it harder than necessary and tossed it to the floor. I was about to turn, when Nathan gripped me by the arm. “Where are you going?”

"You are poison on this team. Ignoring passes. Taking dumb penalties. Playing like you want us to lose even when we win. I have been here eight years. I see what you are doing." Kade wiped blood from his face and laughed mean. "You see nothing. I play real hockey. Ryder wants everyone to skate pretty for him. That soft shit almost cost us the game." I got between them and shoved Miller back toward his stall. "Miller enough. Sit down. You are bleeding all over the floor." Miller pointed past me at Kade. "Evan you are the captain. Open your eyes. This guy is tanking from inside. He makes you look bad on purpose. Leaves you standing alone out there. The whole bench noticed. How long before he g