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HUNJI I pulled Morgan up onto the horse behind me, I really didn’t think this through. She scooted up behind me, her arms snaked around my waist and her front pressed to my back snuggly. I took a moment, closing my eyes and inhaling. Wishing I hadn’t when the smell of manure burnt my nostrils. But her soft body pressed against mine was doing things to me, making me think of things that I shouldn’t, and my wolf was encouraging the thoughts. I shook the thoughts from my head. Reminding myself that one: I had taken an oath. Two: She was not mine. Three: She was too young - a nine-year age gap. Four: She was a virgin and had to remain that way or she would lose her gifts. Although I can’t see how being able to communicate with the dead or raise an army of dead could be seen as a gift. Not one that I would want to anyway. “I can’t believe you covered me in horse shit” I heard Morgan grumble behind me. “Be thankful you don’t have a shifter’s sense of smell.” I chuckled and tapped my hee
MORGAN Scared shitless, I hid behind the dying horse. The poor animal grunted in pain while Kian – Hunji, was in the midst of fighting. His swords clashed with theirs and the sound of piercing flesh had me cringing. A dismembered arm dropped by my feet, and I grossly kicked it away from me, gaging at the bloodshed. I dared to steal a look at my wolfman, not being able to tear my eyes from him once I did. With precision and grace, I watched him dance around the soldiers and wolves, easily overpowering them. His long black hair swayed with his movements and every muscle rippled with each action. He looked feral and wild, with fangs poking out as he snarled with each kill. His onyx eyes gleamed with death and the white marks shone against their blackness as his wolf showed. The murderous look across his face was terrifying, yet as he reaped carnage, this beastly side of him had my body responding in ways that were not appropriate at this minute. He was beautiful, strong, and sexy as al
HUNJI / KIAN It took me a minute to come to my senses after my mouth hung open with shock as Morgan ripped me a new one. She stomped towards the opening of the cave. She did know the storm was still in full rage, didn’t she? I didn’t know where she thought she was going, but I knew it wasn’t far. Even still, I followed after her. I didn’t immediately realize I had hurt her feelings until she finished her monologue, eyes brimmed with tears, and hurt radiated from those alluring violet eyes. I scented Morgan before she had even touched me. I hadn’t been in deep sleep, waiting to see if Lamia would let down her block, as when I tried to connect with her, I was met with a wall. I knew when she was leaning over me, the tickle of her breath fanned across my cheek. The hair on the back of my neck prickled when I felt her hand moving over me and then her fingers lightly touching the mark on my chest. It took everything I had not to move, and shiver from the soft touch of her fingers. My body
11 Years Ago HUNJI/KIAN I ran across the open street, shifting into my skin form and still using my wolf’s senses to scent the children. Underneath the heavy smoke and climbing flames, I could just make them out. My ears pricked at the wailing cry of the little girl I had come to know over the past few months. Rushing toward the burning building I didn’t think twice before throwing myself against the wooden wall and crashing into it. “Where are you?” I called out to the children. Their whimpers reached my ears, but they didn’t respond. “Zeenat, Zayd?” I called again, covering my mouth and nose from the smoke. I crouched down low, flames licking at my bare skin. I began to panic. I couldn’t find them. The heavy weight of the built-up smog was thick and just as hot as the burning fire. My eyes watered and even though covered with my hand, it began to clog my nose and throat. I moved forward into another room and that’s when I heard Zayd, calling for help in between his coughs. Pinpo
MORGAN The feel of his wolf’s fur between my thighs and under my hands was soft and silky, I couldn’t help but tangle my fingers in the long strands and rub my legs against his sides. A couple of times I felt his wolf stiffen under my touch at first. Then, gradually as I rode the wolf’s back and he ran with determination, the stiffness eased up - his muscles became more relaxed with each mile we crossed. His smooth and sleek fur felt good against my sunburnt skin. Like silk cloth. Riding the wolf was much different from the horse. I felt more comfortable, more at ease, and found my body fit perfectly against the giant Canis Lupus. He was swift and smooth with long strides that enabled him to glide across the terrain, so I wasn’t bouncing around on his back – unlike with the horse. For hours he ran, never once slowing down or showing signs of fatigue. I admired his wolf form, more so than his human form. It’s a strange feeling knowing you could have been born with a spirit animal, al
HUNJI/KIAN Morgan waded out of the water, her dress clinging to her body. The sheer white material - completely see-through showing off every soft curve of hers. The pink of her nipples on her large breasts teased my eyes. My sight shifted down with much regret until they landed on her flat stomach and the plump curves of her ass. My body started to come alive again, my dick hardening to stone as I licked my lips. The little temptress had no idea what she was doing to me. Tempting me and my wolf to take what we couldn't have. I closed my eyes when the force of desire internally burned through my body. I could barely remember what it was like to lay with a female, but Ruda was doing an excellent job of giving me visuals of sinking into her. The visual of what our children would look like heightened the wave of hunger and thirst I had for her. I jerked off to Tawny all these years, yet I hadn't thought of her body once since finding the little witch. Morgan was starting to consume me
MORGAN “I am the fourth son of King Parviz Tikaani, true heir to the throne of Eririat and as far as they knew, until recently – I was dead,” I said nothing, my silence urging him to carry on. I wanted to know who he really was - who Kian was and how he became Hunji. “I murdered my mate in cold blood, was exiled from the kingdom, and sentenced to death. My body was dumped in the desert for the wilds to feast on. Only… I didn’t die. A priestess from Mint found me. Nursed me back to health. My true name is Kian Tikaani – reborn as Hunji, a name I was given by the Moon Goddess and the priestess when my wolf was returned to me.” I gasped at his disclosure of the truth. Not because he killed his mate but because he had been sentenced to death and whatever they had done to him, he lived through it. I cast my eyes over his body, he was wearing a shirt now, but it was as if I could see through his clothing and envision seeing the scars that adorned his body. my mouth watered to taste him, to
HUNJI/KIAN “Stupid, stupid, stupid!” I chastised myself harshly. Pinching the bridge of my nose and biting my knuckles while pacing back and forth by the lake. I could still smell Morgan all over me. Her sweet piquant juices clung to my fingers and dick. The scent of her skin and her nectareous taste embedded into my mind. “Arggghhh!!!” I yelled out, angry for allowing myself to lose control. Angry because I wanted to go back in there, angry because… I wanted her – because I allowed myself to want her. I lost myself. I lost myself… in her. I allowed my wolf to guide us, to take control – An Alpha wolf who has formed an attachment to the little witch. Just like his human. And I couldn’t shake her out of my system. My hands were trembling, my heart still beating so hard the thumping shook my bones. ‘We can’t let that happen again, Ruda.’ I tell my wolf, feeling his adrenaline wanting to conquer the female. His growl, furious ‘Why?’ I feel Ruda’s frustration when he barks out the one