Erotica Hunter Novels & Stories

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His eyes were locked on me as he pulled the woman’s head closer to his c*ck and started f*cking her in the mouth. A loud moan of pleasure escaped from Alpha Hunter’s throat when the blonde girl started moving her head instead. The loud, gagging, wet noise of her throat was so intense that I bit my lower lip, thinking it would bleed. It was too hard to breathe. It was too hard to ignore that erotic slurp she was doing. It was torture for me! "Alpha Hunter, please…" I moaned as I squirmed on top of the bed, my legs rubbing against each other. I was angry, yet helpless in front of him.

His tongue slipped in, probing, careful, and I met it with vigour. This was nothing like the sweet, playful kisses we’d shared as Jane and Colin. He was Hunter now, and I Eremita, and Eremita, as it turned out, was seriously angry. And seriously turned on. The clash going on within me mirrored the clash of our external bodies. My heart and throbbing core were aching for him, but my brain was screaming at me to hurt him or get out. The hatred in me relished in every painful pull of his hair, in the way my fingers curled into it and tugged his head back; the lust (I daren’t call it love) cried out in ecstasy as that movement forced his lips to meet the hollow beneath my jaw, as that movement e

They’d slotted into our small-town world as easily as if they’d always been here, and I was glad they’d stayed. This was partly (and only partly) because they were two of the most normal hunters I knew. For instance, there was Torre, stood opposite me. She was the oldest hunter among us, with shrivelled brown skin and cataracts, but she swore she could take on anything that came her way – and in heels, too, if she happened to be wearing them. She slept with her hair in curlers, and once she’d staked a vampire through the heart with them in, complete with slippers on her feet and a dressing gown tossed across her shoulders.

I scoffed, adjusting my position in his lap. I resisted smirking as he gulped. Yeah, there’s no hiding his physical reaction as it tried to reach me through his jeans. He better not think he’s getting anywhere. I have zero intentions of sleeping with this Hunter. “Speak. Who hunts you? And why?” I repeated using a more seducing voice as I trailed my finger along his jaw.

Hunter 50: Deepening Bond I woke up with a twinge of pain between my legs, the lingering sensation of last night’s passionate encounter between me and Hades’. My face twitched as I felt the soreness in my womanhood caused by Hades’ merciless tongue. His insatiable desire had pushed me to my limits, his relentless pursuit of pleasure leading me to the brink of exhaustion. I remembered my pleas for him to stop, my voice a desperate plea amidst the haze of pleasure.

Connie smiled and filled me with hope by saying: “Th… that’s ri… right, Da… Damy, sh… she’s worth it. If y… you n… need to crawl, do wh… what y… you ha… have to do, man.” Almost two in the morning and I can’t sleep, apparently someone else is up too. When I get to the living room, Hunter is sitting on the couch reading one of the sugary romances he loves so much. Go figure my brother! The guy is like a war tank and is in love with erotic novels, flowers and chick flicks. He looks at me from up his glasses and he sinks the knife without pity.

His mind was blank for a second. Later on, he found himself licking her blood and slowly biting between the neck and the shoulder of the hunter. Little by little his teeth are pressing on her skin. But before he completely bite her, he was back to his sense. He was stunned for a few seconds. His hand starts trembling while looking at his face of Accalia. He wanted more, he wanted to bite her, and he wanted to mark the hunter. But when he remember the face of her mother, he feel guilty about what he was doing. Instead of biting the hunter, he bites his arm until fresh blood flows in it.

He called. "You want it right?" She smirked at him. Connor gulped. She pointed to Hunter. Then, he quickly set up Hunter in his cage with a few more treats. He washed his hands carefully while she's bending down at the counter table. He quickly wiped off his hands and held her waist. "I'm horny now," Johanna mumbled. "Yes…" He quickly pushed down his khaki shorts and rubbed them to her wet core. He kissed her neck down to her shoulders while his hands worked to her breasts. "Jo…" He mumbled.

Our conversation since yesterday had been entirely through the mindlink when it came to specific subjects. "Good morning, Elina. I hope you had a good night's sleep," I said as we began walking together. Her eyes stayed completely fixed on me. "Morning, Hunter. I did," she said with a sarcastic smile, wiggling her eyebrows. "It is you who I should ask if you had a GOOD sleep?" We both smiled. I mindlinked her, ‘Acquiring human escort females tells me that he cannot satisfy a she-wolf.’ Elina replied, ‘It is not just that, Hunter. You should have seen them. The resemblance to Emma was unbelievable.’