Erotica Hunter Novels & Stories

Vulnerable. Hunter pulled a chair and sat right in front of her. In his hand, he held a small remote-controlled vibrator. "I'm not going to touch you, and you don’t move," he said. "You don’t speak. You just take it." He turned the device on and pressed it between her folds. The first shock of vibration made her cry out. Her head fell back in pleasure and her eyes closed. She was trying so hard not to make a sound nor say anything, but the moans could not be suppressed totally.

he told the bartender with a deep voice. My wolf perked up inside. "New in town?" I kept my voice cool. He turned and gave a small grin. "Just passing through. My name's Kael Rivers. A rogue wolf." "Rogue, huh? So you're Packless.," I smirked. He laughed low and sexy. "You got Alpha scent all over. What's your name, boss lady?" "Erica Stone. Stone Pack Alpha," I took a sip from my drink. His eyes lit up then went dark with raw hunger. "Female Alpha. Fuck, you're smoking hot."

He reached for a toilet paper on his desk and gently wiped his chest and abdomen. The thought made my nipples, still exposed in the cool air, tighten again. I hadn’t had dirty thoughts about a man other than Nathan. I certainly hadn’t ever had phone sex with anyone besides him. I felt both aroused and ashamed.

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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

“I hurt all over.” Jackson snorted, and the tension in the room snapped. Archer raised a sleek eyebrow, her pearlescent skin glowing softly even under the stark lights. “There’s another hunter in the area? That none of us knew about?” “Not a hunter, not exactly,” I said quickly, eager to brush past the topic of Cyrus and move on. “He’s – eager to learn.” “Like Sie?” Mera asked, rocking back on her heels and almost crashing into one of Torre’s glass cases. Torre’s head snapped towards her, her expression sour.

I repeated using a more seducing voice as I trailed my finger along his jaw. Okay, so I’m getting something out of this that isn’t just the answers I seek. This lets me touch The Hunter without it going anywhere sexual. I know you think I’m in denial, but I know myself, and there is no way I’d succumb to a Hunter, let alone this one. “Do you plan to continue teasing and toying with me until I tell you?” He arched an eyebrow. “It is entertaining.” I shrugged. “So the longer I stay quiet, the longer your ass is in my lap, and you’re touching me?” He mused.

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.