Novel & Cerita Luffy X Hancock Fanfiction

“Stupid dog is wanting to die I see.” As soon as James’ wolf lays eyes on me he retreats, along with what is left of his pack. He was in and out too quickly for it to be a revenge attack. ‘Hunter check on the cells now!’ I order through the mind link. ‘Hank is gone Alpha.’ I rip a tree straight from ground and toss it, making other lycans jump out of the way. “Hey, you’re gonna hurt somebody doing that,” says Kat as she places her tiny hand on my arm.

One day! I’m knocked to the ground again by Hong who has managed to slip through Axel, Tate and Tucker. Before I hit the floor I manage to kick him over my head and he goes flying through the canteen’s green double doors. He soon returns with even more hunger in his eyes. I get it, his wolf likes the chase. I’m knocked into a table as Blake and Axel try to restrain Hong from reaching me. This is crazy, they were Lycans and were struggling…how would I be able to restrain him.

A guttural groan ripped from my throat as pleasure slammed through me my cum spilling over my fist, hot and thick. Marcus waited. Unmoved. Not bothering to fake being embarrassed at the sight of me jerking my cock or cumming either. I exhaled harshly, chest heaving, licking the remnants of pleasure off my lips before lazily grabbing a handkerchief from the desk. Wiping myself off as if nothing had happened. "Talk."Marcus took a single step forward, his tone unreadable. “The Lycans are planning a raid." The fire in my veins reignited—but this time, it was fury.

It’s nearly ready to split in two between the fairy and-- *Harlow!! I smell her! She’s all over him,* Dante shouts, as his fur begins to sprout through my skin. I spin on my bare heels and roar, my face half shifted and unable to stop. *No Luc, nooooo,* Chance shouts, over mind-link. But it's too late.

It was a rugby match between two packs. “Well, who do you think would win? The Wolf Hamptons or the Lycanators?” “Well, the Lycanators don’t look that bad. They’ve been winning all season.” “All season?” I laughed. I took more sips of my drink and then dropped it down as I looked around the bar. Many of the patrons there stared at me like an alien. “Maybe we shouldn’t be here,” Harrison said, as I turned to him. “I helped save their prince. The least they can do is offer me a drink. And besides, it’s not like I’m stealing it. I’m paying for it. Our currencies are all the same.”

They finally got to their table and I sighed as I sat back down at our table with Lilliana having her seat in front of me. Fury was almost choking me, my thoughts were racing dangerously and my fist clenched so hard that I could feel my Lycan wanting to come out. Damn him!

The metallic tang of his breath, of my own fear‑spiked sweat, fills my nose. “If you touch me again,” I manage, voice shaking but clear, “I’ll rip your throat out myself.” They laugh. “You don’t have fangs, human,” Lanky says, baring his own. “Don’t need them,” I say. “I know where your eyes are.” He leans in, crowding me harder against the wall. “Big words for something that breaks so easy.” My heart is a drum. The bond snaps like a wire under tension. *Move,* that new, wild instinct screams.

Santiago’s tongue was a blade, licking, biting, and devouring until Lanka’s spine snapped straight, his hips grinding upward to meet Santiago’s weight. Lanka clawed at the iron forearms holding him down. "I need... to touch you." "No." Santiago’s voice was a gravelly rasp as he reached for the hem of Lanka’s silk lounge pants. It was a clumsy battle with one hand, but the predator won. He jerked the fabric down, then sliced through the lace of the underwear with a single tug, ignoring Lanka’s startled gasp as the scraps hit the floor near the mountain of discarded pillows. Santiago’s gaze traveled over Lanka like he was surveying territory he’d just conquered, a look that made Lanka feel lik

“Hungry for death.” Oh yes. Yum. Yum. My throat was dry, and I could not push out that saucy response. My strength means nothing before this beast. So much for my bravado. The Lycan inched his face even closer. “Do you deny being a spy?” After moistening the dryness in my mouth, I found little sturdiness in my soul and said, “I don't.” He blinked, and his long hair fell to the side. “This will not go unpunished.”

She gently pressed his d*ck into me, and I forced myself to ignore the agony by closing my eyes. He quickly began thrusting in and out of me after pushing his entire length inside me without any constraints. I felt something brush across my neck, and after what felt like minutes, I could feel a scorching feeling in my stomach. Without a doubt, they were Lucius's fans. He nibbled on my neck for a bit before sinking his fangs into the crook. A sharp agony raced through my body, yet the anguish was quickly replaced by delight. I felt a connection growing between us as I gave him the same treatment, and Lucius kept sticking his d*ck in and out of me. Shortly after marking ourselves, we both have