Novel & Cerita Ser Duncan The Tall Book

At least that is what I assumed was going on, since she seemed so upset with me. I looked back over at Duncan. I hated to say it, but he always looked good. His blonde hair always seemed perfect, and today, it was pulled back in a small ponytail. When he had it down, it hit just at his shoulders. He was tall and while he was clearly very muscular, he was not as bulky as some Alphas were. I did not doubt for a minute, however, his strength. Duncan was powerful. I liked the way he looked - probably too much. Guilt and annoyance were the two main emotions I could feel coming from Duncan. I understood the guilt, but the annoyance pissed me off a bit. Why was he so annoyed? He needed to be here.

Duncan began to sit back down into the water then, but the girls protested and Kelly pulled him back up by his cock. She glanced over at Dana, who was wide-eyed. "Do you wanna touch it?" Kelly asked. "Did you really just ask that?" she thought. Dana glanced at her and then smiled, reaching up. Duncan inhaled sharply then, feeling the hand of a stranger on his cock. He glanced down and shook his head at Kelly. She grinned and winked up at him and then turned and nodded at Dana. Molly's sister was very close in appearance to Molly, and two years younger. Kelly glanced down and saw an ample bosom, and guessed that Molly's attributes weren't just due to having kids. Large breasts apparently ran

"You have any?" "Nope. Virgin skin." Tad watched Duncan kick off his pants and push down his boxer briefs with rapt attention. The tattoo low on his stomach said Start Here in a cursive script that pointed down to his cock. At half-mast he didn't look as big as Mark had been. Tad began to take off his own clothes and was pleased to see the hunger he felt echoed back at him. Duncan's eyes widened when Tad's erect cock popped free. "I want that," Duncan whispered as he stepped closer. He gripped the shaft as he pulled Tad in for a kiss.

Egged on by a throng of spectators, all considerably more drunk than the principals, the game was still underway at the small table in the first parlour when Lord McDougal, an ageing but rich Scottish peer, entered with Clara Portland on his arm. Drawn to investigate the cause of the excitement, Clara's bright eyes fell on the elegant figure of the Duke of Twyford. An unpleasant smile crossed her sharp features. She hung on Lord McDougal's arm, pressing close to whisper to him. "Eh? What? Oh, yes," said his lordship, somewhat incoherently. He turned to address the occupants of the table in the middle of the crowd. "Twyford! There you are! Think you've lost rather more than money tonight, wha

she turned back to look at me with a smile on the corner of her lips. “What did he want?” “Duncan told us that he had some crazy ideas about being a rogue and living in the wild is what being a werewolf really is about. He said the guy was batshit crazy, talking an awful lot of nonsense. But in one thing, he was really conscious and purposeful. He knew he would need strong allies to gain power, and he wanted to have Duncan on his team. Right under him, of course. And if you ask me, that was the main reason Dunc never thought about it. He swore he would never bow to anyone.”

Ducan whispered, then linked his hand to mine and walked ahead with me. I glanced at him a few times while we walked because I wanted to understand what was going on there. "Ducan, why did that man show you so much respect?" I asked seriously. "Because my rank and status is way above his." He answered and then looked at me. "Are you now scared of me Eleanor?. Did you forget that I am a half demon?" He asked. I moved in front of him and laughed softly. "Don't be silly, okay. You being a demon has nothing to do with us." I said softly then moved my free hand to his chest, placing it on his heart.

A few seconds later and I heard Duncan scream as he released his hold on my hair. I fell on the ground and looked back at Duncan. The fabric on his wrist burned and he immediately tapped on it until the fire went out. Hands grabbed my shoulder and helped me up on my feet, but I was too busy staring at the mark on Duncan’s wrist to even care who was beside me at the moment. It was the burned mark of the serpent. “You...You’re one of them.” I whispered while staring at Duncan. He looked at me with pure hatred before raising his gun at us. Fortunately, Duke and Falco tackled him before he could even fire.

Duncan marches my step while he follows behind us. “Is Your Highness not interested in knowing which ones of our twenty elders died?” I finally return Duncan’s wink because I now know exactly what his earlier winking meant. I also know without being told that the dead elders are the ones on top of our list. I also know that he did this for me not to be suspected. I was wrong, he is not a lot like Terrence, he is him, just the less cocky and innocent looking version. “It does not matter, the loss of our dear elders is a terrible loss for the kingdom regardless of which it is.”

"If you find out anything...interesting, don't hesitate to report back to me. I'll take care of the rest." Weston nodded, his face grim. "Yes, master. I understand." As Duncan sat in his dark, dimly lit library, surrounded by shelves of ancient tomes and mysterious artifacts, he opened the usual special book. The book was bound in black leather, adorned with strange symbols and markings that seemed to shift and writhe in the flickering candlelight.

Instead, there was a bulkier, 9,5” red-eyed monster-like man standing in his place. “What… the… fuck.” Maverick gasped in horror. “Abomination.” “To you, yes. To me, it’s the sight of victory.” Duncan growled, and lunged forward with blinding speed, his monstrous bulk cracking the ground beneath his feet. Maverick barely had time to raise his claws before Duncan’s fist collided with his ribs, sending the young Alpha flying through the air like a broken doll. “MAVERICK!” Rhaella screamed, racing toward him—but Duncan was faster.