Shawn Hunter X Reader Novels & Stories

And even as an experienced hunter, his arrow was always supposed to miss. He took my mouth as his hips thrusted into me, pivoting at the perfect angle with his hands curled around my ass. It forced an anguished moan from my throat as I pulled him tighter. I needed him closer, needed him deeper. My legs wrapped around his waist as the sweat scaled our skin. I clawed into his back, thin red lines dragging across the bulges and torques of muscles. “Julian! Julian!” I screamed in my mind. His eyes went feral.

I raised my three fingers “ I promised” “ A day before your dad died. Your dad came to meet me, he said, he needed my help. He told me about your uncle that he is creating his own army to destroy the werewolves. For centuries werewolves and humans have always been in peace because the hunter made sure of that and we never broke the accords. Your dad came to me so I can protect you and he told me to train you before I explained what was going on. At first I didn't want to get involved in the hunter problem but when I found out you were my mate. So i became involved, i might be one of the strongest Alpha in the werewolves but i dont like getting involved in what that doesnt concern me. My rule

Perhaps I’d been looking for a vampire, but instead I’d found a twin flame, a second soul. He’d given me this information – which meant that he knew that I was a hunter, too. He wound an arm around my side, pressing our cold, damp clothes together. Beneath, I could feel his body heat, and the warmth of it made me shiver. The trembles only increased as he hovered his lips by my ear, brushing them across my conch. I was expecting him to whisper something. His mouth formed the words but, after a moment, he pressed a kiss to my ear instead. A tingle shot down my spine, and goose bumps rose on my forearms and thighs.

345 (I forgot to add the TRIGGER Warning in the previous chap. Some readers may find this chapter disturbing. Readers discretion advised!) Claire's back went rigid. Hunter's left side of the shirt was gruesomely drenched with blood, which she knew was his own; his face was gray from concrete dust and he was holding a girl who was all red. Her frock was in tatters, her blonde hair was a dirty red. Hunter looked down to her face and his eyes widened.

My heart beats fast, and I feel a wetness between my legs that I can’t ignore. One gray afternoon, it was pouring rain outside. The library was dead empty. No one to bother me. I locked the front door early and turned the sign to closed. My hands were sweaty as I picked out my four favorite books from the back shelf. There was the pirate story with Captain Thorne, a tough guy who sails the seas and takes what he wants. Then the vampire book with Lord Draven, all dark and mysterious, with eyes that pull you in. Next, the cowboy tale with Buck, rough and ready from the wild west. And finally, the barbarian adventure with Garrick, a big brute who fights with his hands and conquers everything. E

' But Shawn was knocked out of his thoughts when, "Hey Aubri, I thought I would join you...'' Brody and Kirrah had just walked in. Before Kirrah could finish her sentence, 'Mate,' her wolf, Hunter, shouted in her head, 'mate, mate, mate, so handsome, so buff, mate, mate.' Hunter purred in delight, wagging her tail side to side. Kirrah herself remained frozen; Goddess, was this happening? Did she find her mate? Her other half? When Hunter realized her human was not moving, 'go to him,' she urged, 'go to him now.' Hunter's voice came out in a squeak, as she was that excited at this point in time.

He didn’t bother with modesty or shame. Shifters never did. He looked directly at her—smiled. And Kiera’s stomach dropped. It was the kind of smile that said he’d smelled her fear long before he arrived. “Well,” he drawled, brushing dirt from his palms as if he hadn’t just come from hunting. “The quiet little ghost-girl.” Kiera’s pulse roared in her ears. His scent hit her next—a mixture of pine, blood, and something coldly familiar. Hunter metal. Her fingers curled into fists.

From the clearing, Shawn’s laughter carries across the night. I look back at my uncle. “If you hurt him,” I say evenly, “I won’t care that you’re blood.” A faint, humourless smile touches his mouth. “If I hurt him, I won’t deserve to lead beside you.” Then, his gaze shifts over my shoulder. I turn. Shawn is walking toward us. And he has no idea he’s about to step between an Alpha and a wolf who has just found his mate.

Shawn moved fast, checking her pulse, lifting her eyelids, muttering something under his breath as he prepared a set of syringes. “She’s burning up,” he murmured. “Her body’s fighting… something deep.” I stood back, pacing, my fists clenching and unclenching. The silence in the room was deafening. Minutes stretched like hours until he finally looked up. His eyes behind the mask were grim. “CK…” “What?” “She’s infected.” I froze. “What?” He nodded once. “Not only did Romanov inject her with the breeding serum, a biochemical mix of lycan amplifiers, hematoxic binders, and *

Christina “I dare you to move again.” Hunter whispered. ”and I will make you moan right in front of them,” Hunter whispered. His voice was low and deadly against my ear. His hand slid higher up my thigh. His fingers hovered into my underwear, just a few millimeters away from my aching core. I knew he could do it. Hunter didn't possess a single shred of shame, And he certainly didn't care about the consequences. He had done it before. If I pushed him away again, he would slide his fingers right inside me under this table.