Erotica Hunter Novels & Stories

Regardless if I didn’t know why, I knew in my heart that she was now someone I needed in my life. She told me what she was and that I was her mate after a month of dating. I remember being shocked and terrified. Not of her. I could never fear Nathalia. But instead I feared two things at that moment. How she would react finding out I was a hunter from The Order of Orion dedicated to wiping out Vampires, Witches and of course werewolves? I also feared my family and other Order members finding out what she was.

My gaze falls on his plump bottom lip, and instantly I wondered whether it tastes good as it looks from the outside. Damn. What I wouldn’t give to run my tongue along his neck, biting his earlobes until they bleed. “Ava,” his voice came out low, husky, and so fucking sexy. Oh, fuck! I scold myself. He’s Hunter Ysrael. The play boy, fuck boy, asshole man whore in Werewolf High…

Chapter 53 LAURA This moment each time it comes it's like a nightmare one that lingers forever I wait for a change in his countenance but everything remains blank, no surprise look no gawking no tellin no moving away, He seats still looking at me unfazed as if waiting for a bigger news, "Aren't you going to say Anything?" I ask him unsure if he heard me right, "I'm sorry what?" "I'm a hunter" 'so?" "I've killed a lot"

" She then guided my hand through the slit in her sarong and pushed it against her pussy. It was drenched, and as I gently slid my fingers around in the warm juice, she said, "You should write that down and send it into the P**n-erotica website where they have all those dirty stories." "Literotica," I corrected her. "Maybe I will." I retracted my hand from between her legs, and put my fingers in my mouth. After a long, thoughtful suck, I said, "Hmm. Needs more basil, I think." She laughed, and fished her hand inside my towel, wrapping her hand around my swollen cock. "I think it could use some sausage," she replied.

We bought a vibrator and then butt plugs and beads. He suggested getting someone, male or female, to join us. I soon put a stop to that idea. One night he got all excited and called me. He had found a bestiality site on the internet. I looked at it and said straight out that it didn’t excite me. Even my wolf finds it disgusting. We had a dog, which was adorable. A German Shepard we called Damian. He hadn’t been fixed as I thought that was cruel. Of course it did cause problems when we took him to the dog park.

*************** Jeremy wasn’t prepared for when the same stranger from last night walked into the chapel, all tousled hair and unbuttoned shirt at the top. Graphic images of their erotic night together flashing across his mind. The man had brought him to his release three times that night, and Jeremy had collapsed, satiated, wondering if he’d ever be able to move on from such an amount of pleasure. If anything, he’d wanted to experience more of that. But his sad reality awaited. Which was already playing out. He felt a tap on his hand that was curled lightly underneath her chin, sharp and stinging. “What are you doing?” Bridget demanded through gritted teeth, trying to communicate with her e

I don’t care. My body’s on fire, desperate, needy. I slide one finger inside, but it’s not enough. I need more. Something bigger. Something that feels like him. My eyes fall on the thick black marker on his desk. Grinning, I pick it up, trace it across my lips, and suck on the end, imagining the look on his face when he smells my pussy on it later. I spread myself open with one hand and sink the marker into my slick cunt, coating it in my arousal.

Three prods hit him at once. His body seized before crashing to the ground. “No..” Luciano lunged, but a flash exploded near him and the sound cracked through the air. He staggered, whining, blood trailing from his ear and just like that.. I was alone. The lead hunter calmly stepped forward likr this was a normal, casual routine as he pulled out the collar. “Subject 402,” he said. The number hit harder than anything else. “Time to go home.” Home... Something inside me snapped and I could tell it was the same thing I felt at the lake, the same thing that stirred last night.

Still, doubt creeps in as I focus on her eyes, “Is this the right thing for you though?” She looks at me for a long minute, before finding my hand and leading it down her body. Her boobs, soft and perky, her flat stomach, and finally deeper. Past her panties and I feel her wetness. My hand is soaked, and she groans when my hand comes into contact with her dripping pussy. The sound is so sexy, so raw. “Just from that kiss, my love. We can talk about whether it's right tomorrow.” I don't need any other confirmation. I grab her.

As she watched him being driven away, she knew that this was just the beginning of a complex and dangerous dance, one that would test the limits of her professionalism, her desire, and her very soul. This was the fourth criminal she was fucking and she knew she wasn't stopping anytime soon. These criminals are so hot and she wasn't ready to let go. Note: if you want more of Camila, you can request for it and I might create a book for that purpose.