Colt Hxh Novels & Stories

A big rig rolled by on the highway, lights flashing across the ceiling. “You know the others?” Tess asked quietly, tracing a scar on his ribs. “Some. Caleb, Jax, Boone, Elias, Reid. We cross paths at rodeos, supply runs, back roads. Same kind of life. Same kind of lonely till the right woman shows up.” Tess propped herself on an elbow. “And you? Just passing through?” Colt pulled her closer, big hand stroking her back. “Was. Not sure anymore. This place feels like it could use a steady hand. And I could use a reason to stick around.”

I said to Damien. “What was what?” He replied. I recognized that sound, it was a compound silencer. A tool The Academy gave us. It was specifically ingrained not to be able to be picked up by a Vampires super sensitive hearing. A lot of Hunters used them, I even had before.

Shame twisted hot in my chest…I was their innocent stepsister, now reduced to a dripping, moaning mess…but the ecstasy drowned it out completely. Colt growled lowly ,His cock pulsating as he flooded my pussy with thick, hot ropes of cum. He stayed buried deep for a long moment, letting me feel every throb before slowly pulling out. Cum immediately leaked from my stretched, gaping hole, running in messy streamlet down my thighs.

India stopped it with a wave of her hand. “Did you know Colt plays in a charity basketball tournament a couple times a year? Did any of you bother going to cheer him on? No. Did you know he takes boys in the Little Buddies program horseback riding on his land? So he can talk to them one on one about staying away from drugs and alcohol? No. And he did go to a dance, a community dance. For charity. Were any of the McKays, besides Colt and Buck—”

Walking out of the chapel just after concluding her penance, with strong hopes that this sacrament of reconciliation will bring good tidings to her. She searched through her bespoke Hermes bag to fetch a keyless remote control. Pointing same towards an obsidian black Mercedes-Maybach S650 seated on the all paved parking lot just about 100 feet outside the chapel. Those new pair of silhouette heels still hurts terribly regardless, she needs to walk like a queen.

Dean watched me, pestering me with the last topic I wanted to discuss, every chance he got, when I wasn’t working out or locked in the library tracking down Rosetta's new location, or stalking Colt's social media pages. Colt. Colt, who had become the major source of anxiety. He was quiet. After Axel explained that the young woman was a biker in Colt’s club, the youngest, and sort of his pet in the group, I sent a condolence message. He read the message, and his only response was the love emoji. I had to rely on his social media pages for signs of life from him.

"Good luck with that. If he is smart, he is already in Mexico. Or further." Morrison hung up. I turned to Mae. "I need to find Colt. Any idea where he might go?" "He has a cabin. In Montana. Middle of nowhere. No internet. No phone service. Completely off grid." Mae pulled out a map. "Here. But Jenna, if he does not want to be found—"

His chest was still heaving up and down and Colton took a deep breath to calm himself. 1… 2… 3… 4… After the countdown, Colton let out his breath and felt a little calmer. He left the bathroom and headed for the wet bar, pouring himself a glass of whiskey. After downing the drink, Colton felt the warm liquid traveling down his body and he felt more relaxed. He went over to the bed and lied down, putting his hand on his eyes to force his eyes to shut.

Damon brought me books while Blaze glowered from the doorway. This particular afternoon, Colt was heading out. “Gotta do a club run. You good?” “Peachy,” I said, following him to the door. He turned to say goodbye and my eyes landed on the very obvious very large bulge straining against the front of his jeans. I couldn’t help it so I pointed. “Whoa there, cowboy. What’s that for?” Colt flushed with a deep red creeping up his neck but he laughed nervously. “Sorry. It’s… it happens. Being near you… it’s intense. And with the full moon coming up… the urges are… stronger.”

chapter fifteen ‘Where the shitting hell is he, Huxley?’ asked Dutton, pacing up and down. He was sniffing like a tracker dog in search of coke, each one in time to his steps as he paced up and down in the portacabin. ‘He should be back by now!’ ‘We weren’t to know there would be... complications,’ replied the colonel, steepling his fingers. ‘It’s all right for you, we have a lot riding on this.’ He waved his hand across to indicate the general, who was still sitting in his same seat. ‘Our country’s in the toilet and this could get us out of it.’