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Hunter growled, his mouth trailing down her neck as Lupin’s rhythm became almost punishing. Her body couldn’t take much more, waves of pleasure crashed over her, leaving her shaking and breathless. Hunter flipped her onto the side, gripping her hips as he entered her from behind, while Lupin’s arousal found her clit, teasing her mercilessly. The combination was too much; her body arched, and she came undone in seconds, her cries echoing through the room. Hunter held her tight as she collapsed, spent and trembling, Lupin’s let his cum on her, hot, his breath on her mouth.

Abbie’s POV I took a fork filled with grilled chicken to my mouth and moaned as the flavors exploded in my mouth, closing my eyes and sighing. Hunter chuckled as he devoured his steak with rice and beans. Let me tell you something, werewolves are freaking carnivores! And I mean it. Especially the men, they freaking love meat. And- especially Hunter. He's a damn carnivore, but he also has a thing for Mexican food. Everything needed to be smothered with hot sauce.

TRISTAN No fucking way! I could only gape in shock as my brain processed what my eyes were looking at. Because standing behind the smudged glass of this local pizzeria was Hunter Beaumont. The ridiculously bright yellow pizza hat sitting on his head and the matching polo shirt made it painfully obvious what he was doing. Hunter Beaumont, the most arrogant asshole in this world, was a pizza server at a shitty dive? Shocked but amused, laughter tickled the back of my throat as I sat on Carter's bike, watching him clear sticky tables and hand out cheap paper plates.

“Me? Gay? I ain’t gay. Is this some kinda joke?” Kade shook his head. “I came home one night and found you in bed with not one, not two, but three guys. At first I thought you were drugged and I was gonna step in and break it up, but you appeared to be enjoyin’ suckin’ Max off, while Leroy fucked you in the ass. Didn’t catch the name of the guy suckin’ you off. Then you mentioned you’d fucked and sucked both the guys before. Multiple times.”

Caleb needed no instructions as he placed himself behind me. As I reached down to take Hunter’s hard shaft into my mouth Caleb entered me from behind. I sucked on Hunter’s shaft in rhythm to Caleb’s pumps. Both my mates groaned in unison to the pleasure that they were receiving. Hunter took a handful of my hair as he made me go deeper taking in every inch, he had for me to suck on, while Caleb dug his fingers deep into my hips, as his pumps become deeper and harder.

The other guy spoke. A lot of questions were running through my mind but i just want to be careful “ What are your names and do you know who killed my dad? I asked “ My name is Onos and my partner here is Ben. for your dad we didnt know who killed him but we heard, it was a group of werewolves that attacked and killed your family. It was as if they were targeting your family only.” “ No problem, let me have your contact. We will talk another day” I said and I was about to leave to meet my mate where he was waiting for me. Then I heard Ben called

All modesty’s just flown off the window. His name is Hunter and it takes a snap of his beautiful fingers for my vagina to weep. And nothing—not even this cotton barrier underneath—will stop the arousal from trickling down my thighs.

I offer to do that myself, but he shoos me from the kitchen, insisting I take a seat at the table. Sighing, I rest in the high-backed wooden chair and close my eyes. A brief moment later, Hunter’s woodsy, masculine scent blended with the mouthwatering aroma of perfectly seared and seasoned beef which he sets at my spot. When I open my eyes again, Hunter is watching me, a gentle smile making him suddenly seem much younger. “Bon appetite,” he grins as he pours himself a glass of wine. Carefully, I spear my first chunk of beef. The tender morsel melts in my mouth more like butter than meat.

I swing the door open to find Kale on his knees, buck naked, mouth full with Hunter's cock. "Took you long enough," Hunter says softly, green eyes on me, telling me something I don't understand. My eyes roll over Kale, searching his pale skin for any bruises or hand marks. But there's not a single one. My eyes narrow. "You Wankers!" I growl, crossing the room. Hunter barks out a laugh, thrusting into Kale's warm mouth simultaneously. "We finally got him to say it," He says. Kale releases his cock with a pop, and I hate the way my eyes hang on to the large, pulsing, organ, wet and dripping.

Jayler was still shaking his head. “You see, there are different types of gays.” I began stepping into the forefront. It’s time to let Jayler know about the different types of gay that people refer to. “There are bears, jocks, cubs, muscle bears, gym bunnies, otters, twinks.” I went on naming every single type that I know of. And I’m pretty embarrassed to admit the fact that I learned all of these types through my hook-up days and because I’ve slept with possibly each one of the tribe.