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She ground herself against Celeste, the sparks going wild across her skin. Her head tilted and she caught sight of Hunter. He was sitting back, watching them through hooded eyes. He’d unbuttoned his shirt, it had parted, showing his toned honey skin. He squeezed a nipple almost in time with Celeste’s sucks and the other hand had disappeared beneath the belt of his slacks. “You’re mate is watching us,” Sally whispered and both Celeste and Hunter groaned, making Sally shudder at the animalistic sound. “If you’d like, he will cum watching us,” Celeste nipped at the top of her breast. “Will you let him cum with us?”

Finally, the message arrived. “Dear valued customer, hello. Your Succubus is not malfunctioning, nor is he ill. He is simply extremely hungry and needs you. Not food, but you. This includes, but is not limited to, kissing, hugging, and any form of… intimate energy exchange. Wishing you a pleasant experience!” I froze, my fingers shaking. I read the message again. And again. The words, simple and clear, had a weight I couldn't ignore. Hungry. He needed me. Me. Not food in the usual way, but something more than basic, more intimate, more wonderfully scary??

Nothing felt like enough. “Silas,” I whispered, pressing my hands to his chest. His breathing was shallow, his body too still. The scent of silver mixed with blood was suffocating. The hunters were getting closer. I could see their shadows through the gaps in the trees, hear their low voices cutting through the air. I squeezed my eyes shut, muttering a prayer to anyone who might be listening. A shift in the wind made my breath catch. A familiar voice rang through the air. “Let’s wrap this up! We’ve got enough!” Orin.

“So, let me get this straight, you have no idea what she smelled like but it was distracting enough that her partner managed to get a clean shot on you.” My nails ripped into the arm of my chair and I cursed at losing another chair. I had been going through them like crazy this last week. The older hunter had snuck up on me. The girl with her lithe build and plump lips had drawn my attention and the sound of the shot was what drew me from her siren’s call. If I’d been mortal, I wouldn’t have been able to move fast enough to avoid being shot in the heart. I knew well enough that I was outmatched at that moment and I’d slipped into the darkness of the woods.

Hunter 11: Traveling to Seeria Town “Shhh… it’s okay. It’s alright. Everything’s fine. I won’t hurt you.” He said in a soothing tone that helped me calm. He smells great, and the warmth emanating from his body makes me feel nice and comfortable. The darkness prevents me from seeing his face, but I go with my gut when it tells me that I can trust this person. It’s strange, but when our bodies come into contact, I feel sparks everywhere. Thanks to this guy, I can feel myself slowly calming down.

When I awoke, it was dark outside, and I could hear people talking. “You should’ve stopped the interrogation; you could’ve killed her.” Sáta yelled at someone. “She told me not to, she knows how important our mission is.” General Abtez retorted. I sat up, looking at my blankets. Blood was everywhere, groaning I stood and headed outside. “Why is there a Berserker in my camp?” I asked Thana as Sáta and General Abtez jumped, turning to look at me.

I took the higher ground above the trail while the watcher kept following the path that I had left for him. He came around the bend and I could see that he was male with a pack scent. It was the Boodmoon scent. I didn’t move straight away. He stopped where I had vanished and looked around too quickly. That told me he had lost me and that he was not trained well enough to hide it. He turned once and then twince and then he swore under his breath. That was when I dropped down behind him. He spun quickly but he was already too late. I caught the back of his jacket and drove him forward, slamming him face first into the nearest tree before he could make a sound. His hands flew up to brace himsel

She should've had her guard up, but she was too freaked out from reading about Garin's mom. The younger shifters had told scary stories around the campfires about a blue-eyed demon who killed unwary wolves in a very particular way. They named her The Huntress. To this day, that name sent spikes of ice down Willow's spine. The Huntress was said to kill her victims slowly, using blades instead of bullets or arrows.

I thought Vincent was a trustworthy person, so he told him, "I met Aliyah half a year ago. She is a hunter. She accidentally fell into Blood Moon territory and was caught by me." "What???" Vincent was so surprised that he stood up. Compared to me, when he bounced, he looked much funnier. My mood suddenly got a little better. "Is what you say true? Why is Aliyah a hunter? You're not kidding me, are you?" Vincent asked, panicking.

The police had to get involved, there were two police cars out the front of the diner. Ducking under the police tape, Damien stepped into his diner, he was feared by everyone, humans, wolves and vampires alike, he was known as the Blood Alpha and that was not just because Blood is his surname. Her sent hit him sending him into a short sense of euphoria, he had finally found her his mate after, eighteen years of searching he had finally found her.