Hank Mccoy X Reader Novels & Stories

She engulfed my nipple and suckled. "Mmm," I moaned. Carter smiled down at us as my sister enjoyed the cum on my tits. I was so glad to be here. * * * Hank loves his birthday. He's never been happier than to watch his mother and aunt getting wild. He's a voyeur for life. A natural-born cuckold. He would never, ever think of touching his mother or aunt. But he'll be more than happy to watch every wicked deed they perform. * * * Carter Miller

That was probably the last time that he had taken a shower too. “Suck me off.” Rachelle looked at his half hard dick that hadn’t been washed in days. Roughly he grabbed her hair. “Is there a problem?” she swallowed hard and shook her head. “Good.” He forced her mouth to his dick. He heard a motorcycle, and he knew who it was. It was the other tattooed bastard. The one that would come by in the middle of the night and just sit with his wife. Hank hated that man. Hank tightened his grip on Rachelle’s hair and forced her further down around his cock. She sputtered and gagged but never fought him. She knew better.

"Hanks will be the first to lay with her. Afterward, it'll be our turn." Mr. Grant chuckled, flushing. "Pardon my hastiness, friends. I was only excited to lay with this girl. Dare I say, I've always imagined what Rain would taste like, swept under me and taking my cock just like a good girl?" Another chuckle escaped him, however, this time the others joined him in the laughter. "Her mother was such a good lay. I bet all lycans are that way." Mr. Ford speaks. Hanks gave them a pause when he strode to the door, speaking over his shoulder. "There's no need to guess again. We shall all find out tonight."

I yelled, “Because I took her” Hank said groggily. “Why would you keep her?” “They told me to”. He’s working with other hunters He said they “Who are they?” Dad demanded, Hank let his head fall back and laughed a little, “They're coming for you, they’re coming for your little wolf bitch” he chuckled in a sing song tone. My skin burned with a thousand hot needles, I felt like my head was on fire. My wolf took control and my eyes blacked over. I raged out.

Hank- YES, right between the eyes. Jake- I would rather us rip his throat out. Hank- I think he is going to back down. Jake- I don’t read it that way. BANG!

He nodded. Hunter bit him, waited for the twitching to stop, then bit his own hand and offered his blood. The man staggered to his feet. Mid-thirties, decent looking. “You saved me,” he said. “I’m Hank.” “Hank, you know how to be loyal?” Hunter asked. Hank nodded. “Then you’re with me. Let’s go.” N&S Company

"Okay, I promise to think))" Knowing from his own experience how intrusive and obnoxious fans can be, Hank tried not to annoy her and communicate in a friendly way. A funny story at a rehearsal or an interesting photo, just a funny picture. If she sent at least a smiley in response, he was ready to climb the wall with happiness. It was not always possible to hold back, but put yourself in his place. From the first time he received an acute overdose, he began to need her like oxygen, and recognizing her, he fell in love more and more deeply. The poor body reacted as it should and Hank rolled onto his back with a groan. He wanted her—her body, her soul, her heart. And he wanted to spit that al

"Agent Armstrong, meeting you in person exceeds my expectations. Welcome to Blumedale!" Hank wore a well-tailored suit with Hannah on his arm, looking quite dapper. He chuckled and replied, "Ms. Driscoll, you're equally surprising to me. You prove that women can match any man. I'm truly impressed!" Scarlett's eyes drifted to the young woman beside him. "Ms. Keller, the two of you are…" Hannah smiled proudly. "I'm dating Hank, of course. We're a couple!"

He hated her and wanted her all at the same time… “Stay away!” She growled, her Alpha aura emitting off her but right now the scent of her heart overrode the power of her aura. Hank frowned at her, his gaze not leaving her body that was practically on display, the white shirt now see-through. The smell of her arousal was heavenly and all he wanted was to take her right there. “I can help you.” He said reaching in the water, his hand trailing between her legs leaving pleasurable tingles mixed with disgust. Her body wanted a release but her mind and soul would never allow it.

“And then there is me, your Gamma Cameron McCoy, and of course our lovely Epsilon, Hannah Carson. She’s the one you need to talk to if you have any questions about pack law.” I smile as I hold out my hand for her to shake. Gamma McCoy continues, turning to the last man who is walking towards us. “And then I’m sure you remember Delta Henry James, I believe he was the one who gave you and Blake a ride to the airport?” “Of course,” I reply, not wanting to be rude, although I honestly don’t remember much about that day. “It’s so good to see you again, Alpha. You’ve grown into quite the young man. I hear you were top in your class at Oxford.”