Hxh Colt Novels & Stories

“You came sore, fucked, soaked in each other’s cum. Good. That’s how I like my couples—already broken.” She stepped aside. And that’s when he walked in. He wasn’t just hot. He was dangerous. Sariah gasped. He was tall—cowboy tall. Broad shoulders. Dusty boots. Tan skin like sun-warmed whiskey. He wore nothing but jeans and a low-slung belt. His abs cut deep, a tattoo peeking from the edge of his waistband. His face was clean-shaven, sharp jaw, dark eyes that didn’t blink. “This is Colt,” Dr. Vale said. “He’s not here to watch.”

, he asked. "Everything's good though", he replied. "Seems like you got a new hole milking up that cõck of yours", Reid teased. "Milking..., you got to be kidding me, I haven't even ridden a hole since I got here, damn you, the highest I have gotten is jerking myself off and you know how raw my hands and cõck would have been by now", Colton groaned. Reid began laughing so wildly, "Please don't remind me about that", he jabbed.

I backed away and began transforming too. Colt’s human form buckled into himself on the ground, naked, clutching his face where I had torn him open. His shoulders shook with heavy breaths before he looked up at me standing over him, having only the patience to put on boxers and nothing more. The mosquitoes didn’t bother me. The moonlight was cold on my back, but I didn’t care. I bent down and grabbed his arms, forcing him to his feet. “What the fuck are you doing here?” Blood poured from the gash across the corner of his mouth. His normally dull blue eyes were more like wild lightning tonight. “Looking for Billie,” he said hoarsely.

I struggled to focus my sights on the man standing before me. Colt Hexen crouched and met my eyes, smiling. “You weren’t supposed to eat that. Guess we both know what happens when a unicorn-wolf hybrid tries to eat fresh meat now, huh?” I was still groggy but not too groggy to recognize the flicker of anger within me.

Colt gave his shorts a shove, but he couldn't get them down. Again, my husband switched to the left lane so he could pass a car on the right, and as he did, Colt humped his hips upward, bouncing me on his lap as he pushed his shorts down his thighs. By the time his father looked left, I had sat back down on my son's bare cock. His swollen meat lay horizontally between us like a balance beam made of iron that my pussy was now straddling.

I was just a simple country she-wolf, even if I WAS apparently the last and youngest breedable she-wolf known in existence. Colt growled at Onyx's comment, swatting at the back of Onyx’s head playfully, "She could kick any one of us to the room you know!" He tried not to let the comment bother him too much and rolled his eyes. I blushed at the guys as they all seemed to be visibly relaxed and more like themselves. Completely different than the personality they each projected outside of this room and DEFINITELY NOTHING like Mom had EVER described a man to be like.

I knew he would hear me so there wasn’t any point in shouting. “Yeah?” He answered without looking at me. He was standing with his warrior, looking at something in the ashes. “Don’t you still have a friend that is a warrior for Anthony?” As hard as I tried to wrack my brain for his name, I was coming up short. Colt looked over at me and squinted his eyes. “Yeeeeeah. Nox?” “Yeah. Would he approve of all this or would he want to help us?” I watched as Colt processed this information. “I’ll figure it out.” He said before he went back to his warrior.

I guess when someone shops for you with no budget, some damn good outfits come out of it. I walk out and see Colt in some black dress pants and a gray dress shirt with the top button open and sleeves rolled up to his elbows. A classic silver watch on his wrist. Simple, but oh so fucking sexy. “Ready to go?” I ask, greeting him with a smile and a quick hug. “With you, of course,” he responds smoothly, making my heart skip a beat. Goddess damn you, Colt. -----

com _________________________________________________________________________ Hey Hailstorm Glad things are going well and that you’re off already for summer break. Some of the other warriors have joined us by now and they’re teaching the newbies a thing or two. Thought the old warriors are still a bit reluctant to work with Mason. Temperamental is an understatement. Really could use Lacy to just defuse the bomb or something.

Colt’s POV I pulled hard on the reins and leaned low on the horse, racing past Declan by just a few inches. “Eat my dust, princeling!” I shouted, the wind whipping through my hair, stinging my cheeks. Declan cursed under his breath and pressed his heels into his horse’s side. “You’re cheating, Colt!” “Cheating?!” I laughed. “Don’t blame me because I’m the better rider.”