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Alpha Thor lives an intentional life of solitude up in a little cabin on the face of a remote mountain. His days are spent tracking game and walking the acres of land, reveling in the peace and quiet his life brings. Until, one day, a frantic omega, running from something, crosses his path. Then, Thor is presented with a choice - one that could upend his deliberately isolated life forever.
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Chris flinches awake in the dark with his throat locked against a gasp. He’s shaking. There’s a bitter chill at his back, and his hands grope blindly across the cold sheets before falling still. It’s silent in his bedroom, apart from the pulse pounding in his ears. He’s alone. Of course he’s alone. He tries to steady his breathing.
Nothing has changed.
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04 Jun 2020
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Stiles doesn’t know how he missed the way Peter’s dick is straining against the tight jeans he wears. He stares, transfixed by the way his pale fingers look against the dark-washed denim as he fondles the erection inside. The erection he caused.
When he meets Peter’s gaze again, the werewolf’s eyes are electric. “You might like being manhandled, but I doubt you understand how much I enjoy a partner who’ll let me toss them around.”
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- Part 2 of Steter Porn Olympics
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27 May 2020
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the witch-hazel blooms, and your Witcher returns to you. winter is the longest season, but it is never long enough.
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29 Mar 2020
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It’s a rare occurrence getting drifters passing through the pack. Most often, it’s Betas or Omegas travelling through the pack’s turf, and then it’s only for a night, a few days tops. Even rarer are the Alphas that come through looking for a place to stay for a while. It creates tension, an Alpha stranger most often means a challenger, someone seeking to take over.
Not Hal.
There’s no mistaking his presentation when he arrives, duffel hanging jauntily off his shoulder, his scent pulling at you, begging for you when he passes you by in search of the pack Alpha. It’s intoxicating, warm and woodsy, a bonfire at night. Hidden underneath is an undertone of engine oil, sharp in contrast but perfectly balanced. You almost miss the way his nose twitches, how his eyes flit around before they land on you, the quick smile before being pulled back when your pack alpha calls for his attention.
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11 Jun 2019