Steve X Garrett Ao3 Novels & Stories

“Arrghhh….” “You are still so fucking tight.” Xavier groaned against my tits, low and satisfied. The vibration sending shockwaves down my spine. I arched my back higher to meet his relentless thrusts as the only sound that could be heard was his balls slapping against my ass and the combined moans of Angel and I. “Take my cock like the little slut that you are.”

His eyes were an unsettling amber color. "Kai Sullivan?" "That's me." "I'm Garrett. Beta of the Blackwood Pack. Welcome to our territory." His nostrils flared slightly, and something shifted in his expression. "Follow me. Alpha's waiting." They walked down a winding path through dense forest. Kai noticed details as they went: the path was well-maintained but natural-looking, the trees were marked with subtle symbols, and he could swear he saw movement in the shadows that was too large to be normal wildlife.

🔞 WARNING ⚠️: Things get steamy in this chapter, Not suitable for younger readers💋 Adult Themes: Love, temptation, and desire take center stage. Continue only if you’re ready to get wet and burn ❤️‍🔥 for your stepbrother🥵 Astrid’s POV

"Junior Sister? This young lady… she’s connected to Steven? She’s…?" "She’s my master's final disciple," Garrett said with a smile. "Master treasures her more than anyone—he practically acts as if she’s his only student. I, as the senior, might as well not exist." Garrett’s background was no secret. Not only was he backed by the Rodriguez family, but more importantly, his teacher was Steven! And now, he had just revealed that Victoria’s so-called "fake daughter" was Steven’s final disciple?! Steven! That name carried immense weight!

Steve replied with folded arms. Xena scoffed and glared at Emma. “She is no Luna,” she said. “She is a deserter.” “I think you believe so much in your needles and that is why you think I will not rip out your heart where you stand,” Steve said in a serious low tone. Xena looked at him for a while, as if she was seeing him for the first time. “You are bonded to her,” she said. “Now you know how I feel when you threaten her,” Steve said.

she asked her younger sister. "No. But his aura is—" "Like the aura of a werewolf, you mean?" interrupted the man casually as soon as he finished taking off his shoes and closed the door of his apartment, extending his right hand to Veronica, who was still motionless in her place. “Gavin Brooklyn. I'm Steve's subordinate. You know him, right?"

As if he’d been expecting it. I threw my cigarette on the floor, ignoring the way goosebumps scattered across my skin in irritation. “We need to talk about Carl and what he’s doing.” I said lowly, gaining satisfaction from using my boot to crush the cigarette that was still lit. Steve raised an eyebrow, his sea green eyes dancing with amusement “What he’s doing? Or what you’re doing?” He asked, unsure. “You’ve been tiptoeing around this for a while now, Xavier. Haven’t you?”

She was sure he was using his Alpha tone to hurt other people, and she would prove it to his father to get him to strip his title. Xavier knew he wouldn’t get anywhere by continuing to fight. He turned and walked out of the cafeteria, leaving a trail of blood in his wake. Xavier’s younger brother sighed and shook his head. Xavier had failed whatever test this was. Maybe Thea wouldn’t have to prove anything to his father after all. “I apologize on behalf of my family,” Garret said. He had light brown hair like Xavier’s, but he kept his short and tidy, unlike Xavier’s shaggy style. “To you, Thea, as well as to your mates.”

Gina’s voice was breathless, and she was closing her eyes. Kissing her cheek, Steve tells her, “Well, I can still continue fucking my girlfriend. Sure?” With a smile, Gina says, “Everything my boyfriend wants.” ~ END ~ Author’s Note: Next Story “The Writer”

"Oh, Xavien, I am so happy for you two. But do I even dare to ask what is wrong?" "She is pregnant, Steve." "Pregnant? Did you say pregnant?" "Yes, I am going to become a father. Can you fucking believe that? I, Xavien Caruso, is going to become a father." Steve goes silent for what seems to be a few uncomfortable moments too long. He has sensed that there is a but in my voice; there is something that is not letting the joy come through with the laughter that is held there. "But what is wrong?" "What do you mean?"