Hawk X Reader Mga Nobela at Kwento

She should've had her guard up, but she was too freaked out from reading about Garin's mom. The younger shifters had told scary stories around the campfires about a blue-eyed demon who killed unwary wolves in a very particular way. They named her The Huntress. To this day, that name sent spikes of ice down Willow's spine. The Huntress was said to kill her victims slowly, using blades instead of bullets or arrows.

“Max, we have to get them.” “Go, but first tell me how I can tell this lot apart? Before I kill everyone.” They both shrug their shoulders. “Follow us.” The hawks circle above us. They point at people and I direct the hawks at them. Max and Jax stop and sandwich me just as all daylight disappears. The hawks were screeching and circling us. I feel so turned on being so close to their bodies. ‘Now is not the time, Christina.’ I scold myself. I feel they are thinking something similar, especially when one of them sniffs me.

Chase warns him. “The weird little thing I couldn’t figure out has shown its purpose. It’s positioned perfectly at my clit, and it’s sucking while Hudelone rails into me. Heat burns through my bones, and I’m silenced by the pleasure that builds,” Jax reads aloud with a grin. “Okay, stop reading the fucking book!” Chase laughs, shaking his head as he walks off. “I’m reading them all. Every single one of her books,” Jax smirks, clearly enjoying himself.

Amira rolled her eyes. "I can't consider it a date. He's a Werewolf and I'm a Hunter." She argued when Miss J poked her nose suddenly. "He's a man and you're a woman." She corrected her before walking back into the restricted section once more. Amira let out another sigh, glancing down to her sketchbook and placed it back on the desk. She turned back to the page she was drawing of his Wolf and rested her head on her arms. "Jax is gonna kill me..."

Jaxson agrees as he curls into a ball. “But I do need to know one thing first,” Hawk says. I swallow a bit too hard, as he approaches Dex. I’m the only one that should have a serious issue with this bitch I’m currently supporting, so if Hawk fucks this up I’ll lose it. I stand helpless as all eyes are on the male, and moves in front of Dex and points at his chest. “How could your pack possibly send you here to represent them, but you haven’t even joined it,” Hawk asks, loudly and with a true Alpha voice. He points at Dex’s bare chest.

Carefully sat on it, trying to balance my posture. Hunter came out of nowhere and I found him right at my front. I tried so hard to catch my breath as I kept panting hard. "Xavier, are you okay?" He immediately the jar of water on my desk and poured it into a cup for me to drink. I became stable after drinking the water. I rested my head on the top rail of my chair. "What happened?" My body felt cold and my nose began to run. "Crescent ent Moon pack." My eyes became wet and dull as I placed my arms on the manchette of the chair.

He looked like he'd been stung by an entire hives-worth of bees, and was still waiting for the swelling to go down. And then there was Aaron. He was the same height as Big Jim but looked like a rake beside him, which was crazy. Aaron was broad shouldered, almost three times me across and well defined, though you could never tell just how much until he had his shirt off. His hawk tattoo glistened with the trails of sweat running down his tanned chest, its inked talons raking his shuddering stomach as a feathered wing arched itself over his right shoulder.

Now it's Occisor's turn to bathe. Sasha sits on the bed and picks up one of the books, she is now starting to read the lycanthropic session books. The first book is about Mahni and Selene. She's still in the part where they both train for the big day of the contest. When she finishes reading the second page, the door opens and Occisor enters only with a towel around his waist. Even though she has already gotten used to sleeping with a naked man beside her, Sasha still feels her cheeks heat up whenever he enters the room and takes off his towel. He lays down and she smells the air, the smell that comes from him is very good. She takes a deep breath and stares him in the eye, so as not to let

Sometime later, I jerk awake. It’s still dark outside, but a small, dim light emanates from the other bed. Huxley is lying there, the duvet pulled up to his waist, bare-chested, one arm tucked under his head, reading on his Kindle. I hadn’t heard him come in. How long has he been there? I can’t hear any music, so the party has obviously come to an end. For a while, I don’t move, afraid of breaking the spell. I let my gaze linger on him, on his muscular arms, and his handsome face, lit by the Kindle. An ache begins, deep in my heart. Why does everything have to be so complicated?

the alpha asks, attempting to sound angry, but was obviously covering up fear. “I apologize, alpha. My name is Delta Xander Hawthorne. I’m from the Artemis Pack and have come at the behest of Alpha Zak Loup.” At that, the entire regiment from Mathias tenses and becomes more alert. Nearly all of their faces instantly turn into grimaces of disgust. Nearly all of them. All but one. Before leaving, Arya had shown me a memory of Isaac, just in case we ran into him. And there heis. His face awash with elation and fear.