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  Hunter came to me with steady steps, his eyes on mine, he threw his arms on my waist and lowered his hand squeezing my ass and opening my bra.

  “So hot, my girl, my baby.”

  “Yes, yours, all yours, Big Guy.”

  Hunter took off my bra and raised his hands to my breasts, playing with the softness of my skin, with the harding of my nipples.

  I bent my back, wanting his warm mouth on my breasts, hoping to be possessed by my man.

  I opened the first buttons of his social shirt, complaining about the amount of cloth that kept me from touching his skin.

  “We don’t need this.”

  And as I finished taking off his shirt, I swept his strong and wide chest with my hands till his pants, and unzipped it.

  “Nor this.”

  Before he could protest, I lowered his boxer shorts, holding his erect penis by the base, dragging my thumb front and back, feeling his glande getting wetter and wetter with each touch.

  Hunter got rid off his underwear while I nibbled his chest and licked his little hard nipples.

  “Don’t tease me, baby, today I want to be kind, if you keep teasing me this way, I’ll have to fuck you hard. I’ll thrust in your tight little pussy with my cock till you beg me to stop, till you can’t stand anymore, is that what you want?”

  Hunter put his hand between my legs spreading them, checking my wetness with his long fingers between my lips. I moaned and said how I wanted tonight.

  “Yes, fuck me hard, Big Guy.”

  “Ah, Maggie, you’re so naughty, lay on the bed and spread your thighs, tonight I’ll satisfy myself in your pussy.”

  Hunter put me carefully on the bed, with his wet lips on my nipples. Sucking them with a delicious and perverted pressure, that makes me hornier and hornier, till my vagina throbbed and pulsed, longing to be fulfilled.

  He kissed every inch of my body and lowered his mouth between my thighs, but didn’t lick my sex, only teased, nibbling, kissing my thighs, so near my vagina, I almost could fell the touch of his lips.

  Today he wants to make me mad, incite me till I was begging for his tongue, mouth, fingers, for his cock inside me.

  He spread my legs and removed my panties with his teeth, kissing the knoll of my sex.

  “So wet, creamy, I love cream, you know what’s my vice, Maggie? The smooth, sweet, hot taste of your little warm tight pussy.”

  Hunter opened my labia with his fingers and sunk in my vagina, sucking me so hungrily sucking me trusty, I couldn’t help myself, extend his torture. My legs shook slowing my orgasm, in each sucking Hunter took me to the starts, his tongue vibrated, whipped my clitoris on that exact spot that turned me inside out.

  “Hunt, please, more, more.”

  “You’ll only cum on my cock, Maggie, do you want it now?”

  “I want it bad. Please, love.”

  Hunter guided his cock to my entrance and thrusted to deep and so hard that I came in few second later, sinking my nails on his back.

  He stared me, and in the dark room, his iris opened to a cleared shade, almost yellow, I don’t know if it was the light or his love that I feel poor out in me, but Hunter’s face seemed rawer, primitive, almost animal like. He buried his face on the curve of my neck and moving his hips, he thrusted his cock inside me, pumping harder and harder.

  His piercing rubbed the the walls of my vagina in a madding friction, that took me quicker to pleasure I thought I wasn’t going to stand it anymore.

  Hunter was saying meaningless words while I felt as if pleasure was coming hard to the limit of pain, of agony, as if I was dropping of a abysm, surrendered, that frees.

  “Forgive me, love, I wanted to be kind to you but you free me, Maggie, you free me.”

  The smell of her skin dulls my senses, the taste of her pussy corrupt my sanity, makes me dizzy, powerless to resist the beast in me struggles in the deepness of my soul.

  I try in vain to lock the beast that inhabits in me, but only Maggie is capable of freeing the wolf without me fearing it. It wants her as much as I do, we both desire her and long to possess her, to take the same female: Maggie.

  I locked my eyes on hers and coming near the liberation makes Maggie’s face transform subtly, her traces become wilder, she purrs and growls with her open lips, as a lycan I heat, empaled by her wolf.

  I bury my face between her hair and the inebriant scent of her pleasure makes me feel drunk. The imagens and sound of uncle Quinn talking about Maggie’s origin echo in my mind: even distante, even smoothly, the lycan blood runs in her veins and the merging of our flesh, unites even more our dark parts, the beasts that resides in us.

  Only with Maggie I can be myself: an animal fucking its female.

  I felt Hunter’s teeth stick to my skin and strangely the feeling of his teeth scratching my skin makes me even hotter, more aroused. I spread my thighs and wrapped my legs on her waist to able to take it deeper... I closed my eyes to be able to stand the orgasm harder and I came crying, moaning, whispering my male’s name.

  “Hunter... Hunter...”

  Hunter groaned, making a hoarse sound and strangely beastly and exciting to my ears.

  “My tasty female, my soft little wolf, I love you Maggie, forever, I’ll always love you, baby.”

  After we made love one more time, I slept exhausted feeling Hunter’s kisses and wrapped on my back and his tongue soft and warm licking the scratch on my back.

  CHAPTER 17

  Five months later

  HUNTER

  “I’ve said no, Calvin, if it’s not to fight in a town near by, don’t even call me, fuck!”, I yell trying to make the mule that is Calvin to understand.

  Calvin replies trying to convince me at alls cost that the days I would be in New Jersey, Rico Lopez, one of the owners of the gym where I train, can support Maggie if she feels something because of the pregnancy.

  He can only have lost his mind, this guy is crazy? He wants me to get to the fucking road and leave my seven month pregnant wife with my babies under Lopez’ care? Calvin can only be joking with me by suggesting something absurd like this. I became completely rude and end up making Calvin see how much his suggestion has angered me.

  “And there’s any chance that Lopez is the father of my babies? Is his name Hunter Vaugh? Was he the one who got Maggie pregnant, have you lost your fucking mind? Of course, I’m not going to this fight, I told you, if I’m going to agree in anything, only around the area, I won’t leave Maggie alone, there’s no way.”

  “Sickle, you have just returned to the official fighting circuit, you can’t say no to a fight like this, it would be really important for your career.”

  Even though I understand he’s only trying to do his job, this habit of Calvin of sinking his teeth on my jugular and sucking all my energy it kills me. The guy only things about money and more money. Even though, I’m happy to returning to UFC, the money I saved when I was on the top and even when I was suspended and starting fighting in clandestine fights, it’s enough to make changes in the bar, help in the clinic’s make over and still there’s some left for investments. Maggie and I are simple people, we can raise our children giving them a nice life, that’s perfect to us, we don’t like ostentation.

  Even being really piss off, Calvin gives up the fight in New Jersey and I hang up the phone, going to the clinic to get Maggie after her shift.

  I get out of truck and enter the reception, I say good afternoon to Tiffany and Mrs Petterson that came to bring Chester, her cat, to another appointment with Maggie. The old weirdo fixes her scarf and lick her old lips, taking my clothes off with her eyes. She smiles at Maggie, not worried in sounding like a horny grandma.

  “So, you want to tell me that you married this hunk of a man and didn’t even tell your friends? I see that your man is fast, isn’t it, doctor? You barely took a breath and he put two babies in your belly. You deserve this happiness, my dear, I unfortunately have to content myself in warming my cold back with Chester, man are way o
ut of my league now, but ah, if I could! Bye, dear, see you next week.” And she turned to me, staring my crotch.

  “You’re really hot, my boy, ah! If I were younger, you wouldn’t escape me, take good care of this wonderful woman you have.”

  I say good bye to her making a huge effort not to burst out laughing.

  “I will, Mrs Patterson, have a good night.”

  I raised a hand to Maggie’s large belly and the other to her nape, pulling to kiss her. I caress her belly thinking for a moment go how much fate was good to me. Father of twins, wow! As soon as Maggie found out she was pregnant of twins it was a fright, after all, being pregnant was enough of a shock to her, specially finding out she was going to be mother of two babies? Some months ago, when she had an ultrasound we were able to find out the sex of one of the babies, a big boy showing off, but the other baby is playing hard, covered by the brother, we’ll probably will only find out on the time of birth.

  Maggie entangles her arm on my neck and sighs as soon as she comes out of my lips.

  “Hi, Hunt, is everything alright?”

  “With these kisses, if I was bad I would be crazy. Is everything alright with you, baby, and how was your day?”

  I put Maggie’s purse on my shoulder and I entwine my arm on hers while we leave.

  “It was really good, we had a lot of appointments, Malcolm arrived from New York and was here, he handed me the documents from the land near the reserve and the report about the financial transactions before the audit.”

  “And, is there something wrong?”

  “I think the most adequate question would be to ask what’s right.”

  I make a huge effort to show myself surprised, it was expected, there were discrepancies in the assets inherited by Maggie, that Manfred, Maggie’s lawyer is a huge crock and her father is certainly involved in all that dirty business.

  “Is it that bad, has he found something that incriminate Manfred or your father?”

  “Yes, Malcolm and I analyzed the bank statements together, there are a bunch of withdraws I didn’t authorized, besides a series of documents from employees I never hired. And they were all hired to work in the reserve, how did my father hired so many men if the land is inhabitant, barren? It’s all I need to find out.”

  We went home without answers, Maggie talked about her appointments with abandoned animals and her plans of building an animal shelter in the land she inherited. I kept myself in silence thinking about her father’s tricks and feeling a bastard for omitting to her why I am pursuing of her father for some time.

  After the horrible discussion I had with uncle Ronan on my engagement day, I looked for the only person that would have the answers I needed: uncle Quinn, a family friend from long date, the older leader of all packs. Uncle Quinn greeted me in a Saturday afternoon in his ranch, right after having fed his herd of cattle. He was one of those typical southern farmers, a rustic cowboy, strong, tall, in his seventies, very connected with the traditions of our lycan people. Aunt Adobe made a strong mug of coffee for both of us, besides that delicious blueberry pie. We chatted lightly and then the conversation took a delicate turn, when I asked him about what he said that night about Maggie’s lycan linage.

  He scratched his head, the way he always did when the subject bothered him and he wanted to delay it enough, he confirmed my suspects, talking sheepishly.

  “Your bride is Ronda’s granddaughter, the Martins matriarch. I remember when Geffrey Hanks married Lucila and the town gossipers used to recriminate him to unite himself to a woman with Cherokee blood. Geffrey was from a tradicional family of politicians here form Portland and Lucila was the daughter of farmers, Emerson Wyatt and Ronda Martin. Ronda was from a Cherokee tribe from Alaska, she assumed this white name after marrying Emerson. Even though distant, weak, Maggie has the wolf’s blood running in her veins and by what I saw happening, the coexistence with you, who has the dominant lycan blood, will sharpen her instincts more and more. Maggie’s blood is very mixed for her to transform, but the animal that lives inside her, will be more evident.

  “And Geffrey knew Maggie’s mother had lycan blood?”

  “Yes, so much that he did everything to steel the land she inherit from her mother, old Ronda. He united himself with a group of hunters and helped kill a bunch of our people with the old excuse of ‘ending with these freaks and cleaning society’, but in the end what he really wanted was to take a part of the Cherokee land and that’s what he did after Lucila’s death. After that fight you and Ronan had, he has investigated Geffrey business and is ready to expose the crimes he did against our people. Because all of it indicates that he appropriated part of the Cherokee reserve land, adding to the land Maggie inherit from her mother. Ronan still doesn’t have anything conclusive but we all know there’s something wrong with Geffrey’s business. I don’t believe he would have all this work to steal inhabitant lands, useless, for nothing. He’s hiding something in that place, but no ones has found out what it is.”

  I arrive home with Maggie, still thinking about the conversation I had with uncle Quinn that day. And the confirmation of a large number of revelante workers were hired to work on that abandoned land, leaving me suspicious.

  The moment Maggie was taking a shower I decided to call Adam asking for help.

  “Hi, Damy, is everything alright, old man?”

  I hear a low whining over Adam’s voice, he asks me to wait a minute and then comes back and talk.

  “It’s alright, Hunt, it was only Jerry crying, that little rascal doesn’t want to sleep on the crib now, just on my lap. And Maggie, is she alight, any problems?

  “Maggie is alright, she’s in the bathtub right now and will only get out when she turns into a raisin, I wanted to talk to you. I want you to help me to investigate Maggie’s land, uncle Quinn and uncle Ronan suspect that Geffrey is hiding something on the land, I thought we could go there and check out what’s happening.”

  Adam listens to my suspicions attentively and answers me worried:

  “I’ll help you, but as what you want to do is not an official investigation and we don’t know what awaits for us in that land, it’s better if someone else accompany us, I’ll call uncle Ronan and uncle Quinn to see if they can cover us.”

  “So, can we meet around eight o’clock?”

  “Yeah, tomorrow is Saturday and I don’t have to work, eight o’clock is perfect for me, I’ll ask uncle Quinn’s support.”

  I say good bye to Adam after we set our meeting.

  “See you tomorrow and thank you, my brother.”

  “You’re welcome, Hunt.”

  Maggie entered the living room, covered by a tiny towel and I went to her admiring the generosity of her her shape, my baby was even prettier pregnant: large hips and round, thicker thighs, bigger and plumper ass and larger breast. I pulled the shitty little towel and she gave out a little scream:

  “Oh, Hunt, you dirty man.”

  I held her breast appreciating their weight in my hand and I put my mouth on her sensible darker nipples, sucking them with gusto, feeling the softness of their warm and sweet flesh on the top of my mouth.

  “Humm, don’t blame me, I can’t resist these tasty breasts, baby.”

  Maggie dragged her hand to my cock, caressing my glande already wet, front and back and squeezed her thighs, rubbing her labia. Ah! Dirty baby, provocateur. After torturing me, sucking me so deep in her soft and warm little mouth that made me beg to penetrate her, I started fucked her on the kitchen table and end up making love to her in the bedroom, sweat and exhausted, forgetting about dinner time.

  Damy and uncle Quinn were at the parking lot of the bar exactly eight o’clock. I said hello hugging them and explained what was my plan to when we got to Maggie’s land.

  “I’ll film and photograph everything that’s possible and we think is suspicious, when we have concrete proof against Geffrey, we’ll get back accompanied by the police.”

  “Hunt, we’re just going to see what’s going
on, I’m with a bad feeling, we’re better be careful.”

  “That’s cool, we’ll just watch from a far and get out of there soon.”

  After we got the dirt road of hard access, we went through lake Oswego and took a detour on the right of the Cherokee reverse, we got to the gates of Maggie’s land. And as we thought, the land it’s not uninhabited or abandoned, on the contrair, there’s an intense coming and going of trucks full of workers cramped in it, visible miserable. Uncle Quinn had the idea of us walking around to the side and try to get in, near by the river. We left our cars a bit far from the fence and went on by foot so not call attention to our presence. By getting near the river banks, we were startled by movement behind the bushes. Before Adam could shoot, uncle Quinn recognized the shape in the bushes, it was uncle Ronan, who stared at us with a gun on his hand, eyes wide open by fright.

  “Good God! You gave me a fright, for a moment I thought they had found us. What are you doing here?”

  Uncle Quinn answered uncle Ronan, annoyed:

  “The same as you, Ronan, investigating, but we came in three and Adam can get in touch with the police if we need to, you shouldn’t have come here alone.

  Uncle Ronan replied, whispering what he found out and signalizing to us to sneak away through the bushes.

  “I see you came prepared,” he pointed to my camera. “Come with me, I found out something to put Geffrey in jail.”

  We accompanied uncle Ronan paying attention not to make a noise and we slowly went down a bank, getting near the river that was a little bellow.

  He hid behind some bushes and saw about twenty man panning for gold in the river. Taking some pictures I recognized one of them: Paul Armstrong, a disorderly lycan, with police record. How is it possible, a lycan working to Geffrey, helping him to usurpe our people’s assets? Certainly the men Manfred silently hired were these ones. Now I understand the reason why Geffrey always having insisted in Maggie selling the land to him, because of the gold mine in the Cherokee land, that he’s extracting clandestinely, possibly for years.