Hunter Hunter Spider Tattoo Novels & Stories

Our breaths chased each other under the warm silk drapes, melting together the last bits of the thick passion we had just finished. My body felt so light, filled with the stable pure energy from the triple bond tattoo on my chest. Hunter laid his big body beside me, pulling me without resistance into the hold of his strong solid arms. His broad chest rose and fell steady as he kissed the top of my head for a long time, full of a possessiveness that was now absolute. "Finally... you're truly ours completely, Inka. With no shadows of fear anymore."

“They were well-trained enough that they must have intended to capture rather than kill. If they’d wanted you dead, you’d be dead.” He paused, brow furrowed as he seemed to think about what this meant. “Have someone investigate the tattoos,” he said. “Between the matching tattoos and the skilled attack, they don’t have the usual characteristics of a group of rogues. I think that’s the key.” I agreed. Maya burst back into the room, leading the doctor. “He needs his bandages changed,” she said briskly, moving to hover over Hunter. She glanced at the doctor as she brushed the hair from Hunter’s brow and asked if he needed her to get him anything.

This question was asked by Dani. “I'm planning to let the police investigate. When they catch whoever is behind the killings, I'll swoop in and make sure he gets a long jail term.” Nick promised. This time, he was heckled by none other than Trent. “That is not our way! The way of the lycanthropes involve blood and revenge! The hunter must pay!” Trent shouted, sounding like a zealot. Nick massaged his temple and wondered why Trent always had to be a pain in the butt.

I was so speechless, I just jumped on him and he winced, the tattoo was still hurting a bit. My fingers traced another ink one on his shoulder, he got this one after his dad died, in memory of him. "Do you always do this when I'm asleep" Bryne's husky voice jolts me back and I quickly remove my hand from his chest. He frowns and sits up, resting his back on the headboard. He yawns and stretches. I gulp, watching his thick muscle extends and flexes. "Come here" I nod and crawl to his arms obediently. He draws circles on my back and hums an inaudible tune.

The light scattering of hair on his lower abdomen disappeared into the towel and the only thing marring the beauty of his skin was the angry red mark on his chest, just a few inches away from his heart where he had been shot yesterday. Now that he was finally unclothed, I was able to see the tattoo on his left arm. It was a picture of a phoenix in flight and it was magnificent. The artist had focused on every tiny detail down to the red eye of the phoenix and somehow, it suited him. He was just as majestic as the bird.

My raised eyes began to furrow, I started to think of anything he could possibly discuss with the moon goddess. "The hunters are not to be trusted, Elena. They are malevolent, evil. They manipulate people into thinking they are saving the world from harm. Their game is to make the world believe in them and then attack from the back. The hunter boys are just agents, working for their malicious father." "Do you know them that much?." I snuffed a question. "Believe me, I've eaten and dined with them. I've worked with them and they betrayed me. " I breathed out, tucking the instinct that made me not believe her behind. The way she explained about my mate and the house of the hunters were unbelie

“But you look and smell like a werewolf.” “What are you? I had seen that the boss of the hunter had a tattoo on his hand. You’re a hunter or a werewolf?” Alaric kept questioning and followed Colton out of the caravan car. The rain was pouring like cats and dogs. In a couple of seconds, when the scent that Colton had used to smell like Calvin was washed, and his real smell hit Alaric’s nose, sending shivers under his vein. “Do you mean this mark?” Colton asked with a smirk, and his marks appeared on his hand, and his eyes turned black.

I smeared everything we had already done—pussy cum, his cum, the slick mess from my ass—across his mouth and rode him like that, shameless, grinding down while he shoved his tongue into my pussy and licked me as if he had been starving for it. “You felt so perfect,” I whispered. I was still moving on his mouth when my eyes caught the back of his hand in the low light. The tattoo was black and detailed, a spider crawling across his knuckles. The same one I had seen in the club when the gun went off. The same one I had told myself I would never forget. I froze.

Her back arched into him and his skin on her skin dissolved the thoughts from her head. “Be still!” He snarled. Was it her imagination or was his voice gruffer than it was before? He yanked up the sleeve of her dress and exposed her tattoo. “A spider.” He spat, reviled. Yes, she was. Every assassin in The Den was called a Spider and damn him, she was the best at what she did!

Hunter greeted them as he ran towards the three of them, in his back was the guy. "What is it, four eyes?" Vanessa asked. Hunter smiled at her and showed him a spider in his hand, he quickly brought it closer to Vanessa's face which caused her to scream and to jump in panic. The woman has nothing to fear except spiders. When they were young she was very disgusted with them especially when it was crawling on her body. So she never wanted to have this kind of insect within the organization, but Hunter loves to study the things that arouse his curiosity so that's why he simply puts them in the lab to study. "Cursed you to death, four eyes! You will see, I will definitely kill you for what you d