MasukHUNTERPain… Hot, white, flaring pain was all I could see. My head throbbed heavily. My lips parted weakly, allowing a splitting headache to settle in. Light assaulted my vision as I pried them open, glancing around.I could hear faint voices by my side, loud chatters slowly becoming audible. My insides twisted into knots as I reached out to them.“Hunter… Jesus… Are you fine?” Jeremy asked, his face finally coming into view. I nodded slowly, my throat aching as I tried to speak.Zenya stood beside Jeremy, looking a little relieved… but Viktor wasn't around, which was pretty weird. I’d dare say I was closer to Viktor than zenya and he wouldn't have left me for dead.“Theo… Where is Theo?” I snapped back into reality, pushing myself up, trying to glance around to see if we were both placed in the same room. “Where the hell is my baby…? You must have found him if you found me… Where is my Theo?” I asked again, anxiety riddling through me. My nerves shook and I could feel my migraine d
THEOI needed him, wanted him… and all it took for me to realize that much was seeing him with someone else…. It screwed with my head.Hunter was mine, but now we were seated in his car, silence stretching between us. I was quick to realize… there was a lot we had to discuss.“You left,” I whispered, finally saying it to his face in the manner I’d been dying to. “You left for three bloody years… no calls, no texts. You fucking just… vanished into thin fucking air. And dare I say, you left me for two years… while I was in a coma, even before I knew what had happened,” I admitted, feeling my chest cave in as our eyes locked.“I left because I had to…. I believed you would have a better life without me. Seeing you in that coma… it made me realize… I was nothing but a fucking thorn in your side, baby,” he muttered in response, baring his emotions just like I was.Those were the early stages of everything I felt for him. I didn't exactly mean it.“And when we met after, I realized I was a
HUNTERWe have established the fact that Theo and I had a severe case of Stockholm Syndrome… but I didn’t like the fact that all he seemed to want was my body.Even now, beneath all his stupid fucking rage, he was taunting me. Pushing me to the edge, rage-baiting me into dicking him down good. I wanted him to want me, love me, need me. And if cutting him off my touch and starving him of cock would get me his affection… then fine, I’ll stoop so low to that point.“I have… somewhere to be, Captain. You should head home, too,” I spoke, clearing my throat and pulling myself away from Theo.Theo stared hard at me like I had just doused him with a bucket full of ice.“You won’t fucking edge me like this, Hunter. You started this shit, and you’ll fucking end it,” Theo snarled, yanking his fists of fury and standing close to me. This was taking every ounce of willpower I had to act sane.“No. You clearly stated you didn’t want me … You ended things a few days ago, didn’t you? So yes, go home
THEOHe'd been staring. Watching. Openly eye-fucking me like the posessive bastard he really was.It's been two whole weeks after that damned conversation. I'd told him to back off, hoping for nothing. But had I really expected him to actually back the fuck off? No.Not that I cared about him being here. But he couldn't openly keep gawking and barking out orders at me just because he was being a fucking petty bastard that won't have the balls to fuck off. He's just hanging around and it's making me nuts."Run your fucking drills again, for fuck's sake. How the fuck did they all make you captain? I spend money on this team. I won't let you run it into the ground." He barked out at me. His words jamming through me with heavy sarcasm. Fucking getting under my bloody nerves. A dirty one. I could see Jamal shifting on his knee on the other side. He had something going on, I'll fucking swear it. He'd knock out Hunter if he has to."Well, I've been playing quite fine before you bought the te
So….. here’s the idea.I’ll be starting a new mm erotica and yeah this is a sneak peakCALEB.I was already hard when Marcus walked in. dripping Precum soaking through my boxers, leaving a dark spot on the gray fabric like I'd fucking pissed myself. My phone was propped against a pillow on the couch, screen tilted so I could watch with one hand while the other stroked my dick through the cotton.On the screen was some random dude from Grindr. Blonde and in his Early twenties. Already naked on his knees in a bedroom I didn't recognize. Marcus wasn't in frame yet, but I could hear him… that low, commanding voice he uses when he's about to ruin someone. "You want it?" "Yes, fuck, yes." "Then beg." The blond opened his mouth probably to sob or plead or whatever pathetic noise was about to come out—but that's when the front door of our apartment clicked open.I nearly dropped my phone.Marcus stepped into the living room with a towel slung low on his hips, wet hair curling at his
THEO.I parted my eyes, a buzzing fuzz behind my eyelids. My body ached… I must have really passed out. Beside me were empty boxes of Chinese food, and I somehow had no recollection of when I ate. It all passed in a blur. I had not said anything else as soon as he left…As soon as I’d spoken, the doorbell rang, we stared, and that was that… except now I realize how stupid I must have been. Why the hell was I so comfortable… he was different. An edginess grew in him that had not been there before, and I shouldn’t be here anymore.I rummaged for my phone and keys… both were somehow missing. I headed towards the door, knowing he must have had them. The door of the room I’d been… abducted in… was somehow fully open. I paused just outside, clutching at my fucking temples.“Good morning, princess. Took you a whole fucking while to wake… how do you feel? Any better?” he asked, reaching towards me, his arms swiping at me to feel my temperature. Well, I guess he eventually felt a little bit of
HUNTERI felt like roadkill.Each time I moved, I felt that unpleasant sting in my ass. He really had almost pounded the life out of me, for fuck’s sake. We’d gone at it four whole times, and each time he filled up my ass, stretching me wider, filling me with his fucking load more times than I cou
THEO’S POVEach time I parted my eyes, I saw Hunter and Jamal locking eyes, flirting, being touchy. It all grated down on my fucking nerves. They’d gone out as soon as we settled into the rooms, and it’s been a few minutes since they returned, both drunk, yet having conversations like they’d been b
THEOWe almost lost. Almost… so damn close. We’d scored just one goal about three minutes left in the game. It had been a miracle. We played like shit, however based on our luck we’d ended the game with one goal against one goal of the Saints.Which was why we all sat in the locker room, looking sh
THEO.Sudden disgust pooled in my belly as soon as I recalled all that had happened last night. I groaned, rubbing my palms over my face, my heart slamming hard, my head throbbing heavily. Fuck. I felt like roadkill. I’d never drunk that much. I always wanted to stay in shape for hockey games and a







