Pucca And Garu Novels & Stories

“Julio Garcia? From India? One of the Three Great Monks? Soraru smiled mockingly. “An arrogant country like that wouldn’t nurture any experts. I think you should just put your mind on dealing with Harvey instead. There’s not a lot of time left…” As soon as Soraru was done talking, a loud bang was heard. A Toyota Prado rammed right through the front gate, charging in with reckless abandon. Harvey was here.

It doesn't matter how many years pass. Perpetrators have strong imprints on their victims. And sure enough, my senses don’t lie, Reid Maddox steps out. Paxon Pack royalty, my personal fucking hell. I swear the concrete trembles beneath his feet. My brain fries trying to process what the hell is happening. Why the two Alphas from rival packs, and rival hockey teams are standing right here, together, waiting like this is some kind of casual airport pickup. Royalty. Both of them. Huge, tall, arrogant dicks, too handsome for the eyes.

Ghostface snarl, spreading his cum on my face with his dick. He's a nutcase.

POV: KAI The press box smells like musty coffee and old popcorn. I sit in the back row, laptop balanced on my knees, hoodie zipped to my chin. The collar still hides most of the mark, but I feel it every time I swallow. Like a reminder I can't delete. Game starts fast. Puck drops. The crowd roars. I type without looking down much—habit now. The Ice Hawks are up early, but it's not the score I'm watching.

Does Gar know I had a baby three weeks ago and the pussy he says he smells is a bloody pad? The asshole. There's a glass of soda on the bar one minute and the next it's covering his face and chest. "Bitch," is all he gets out before Rack throws him aside. Rack's expression is deadly and I'm no longer pissed at Gar. I'm petrified for Rack. Gar has at least fifty pounds in weight and six inches in height on him. Gar doesn't carry the defined muscle Rack has but that doesn't mean Rack stands a chance.

Jesus Christ. There were two guys in the room. one was on his knees, sucking the other off like it was the last goddamn meal he was ever going to have. they didn't even look up or notice when I froze there, staring at them both. the room smelled like sweat and sex and when they groaned, I was out of there in a second, slamming the door shut hard enough the frame shook.

Taking in the sight of his goddess, her purple and white hair shimmering in the sunlight. Red eyes unseeing as she worked them both higher. Puca knew that the next orgasm that he could feel tightening up inside of his testicles was going to be the most powerful one yet. He was glad he had the stamina to make it this far with her, to give her the magics that she would need for whatever was coming.