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Shane freezes so completely that even his breathing falters. Every instinct buried deep inside his prey-animal heart surges awake at once, and his pulse begins hammering against his ribs hard enough that he swears the entire tunnel must be shaking with it. The sound comes again, slow and deliberate, accompanied by the faint whisper of feet dragging across loose soil. Through the opening beside him, a shadow briefly glides across, blocking the sunlight, before disappearing again.
Silence settles over Shane as he stays still, frozen. It lasts one heartbeat and then two, before a quiet hiss curls through the air behind him, familiar enough to make every hair on the back of his neck stand upright.
"Well, hello, зайчик," the man's voice says, an amused warmth in his voice that leaves Shane flustered. A low chuckle follows before he continues, "What a pretty little tail you have there."
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- Part 10 of Hollanov Smut
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A blur explodes from the undergrowth.
Shane barely has time to register movement before something slams into him hard, the impact driving all the air from his lungs. The world flips sideways, the ground rushing up to meet him, and he grunts when he lands, pain erupting from his shoulder. Dirt and debris fly, getting into his eyes, and Shane hisses at the pain, shaking his head violently.
Something massive lands on top of him. Shane's first thought is 'Holy shit, it's a bear.' The bear that killed the moose has followed him, has decided Shane is its next victim, and he opens his burning eyes to blurrily look at the animal on top of him.
It's not a bear.
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Nobody moves for a moment as Shane stares the woman down, and he’s seconds away from sawing the damn thing off himself, when the woman nods to the men surrounding the hybrid. And then there’s a flurry of movement, a clicking sound and then the men stand back to reveal Ilya in his bare faced glory, unobstructed by the muzzle.
Shane takes him in, inhaling softly at the sharp cheekbones, the moles dusted over his face, the pillowy lips that are set in a firm, displeased line. Shane wonders how big his fangs are. If he was a fighter, they must have been sharpened regularly.
Shane doesn’t want to think about the damage this wall of a hybrid had inflicted on others, the damage he could inflict on Shane. The hybrid stares at him, expression hard to determine but the intensity of it has Shane holding back a shiver. He’s staring at Shane like he can see every thought inside of him, calculating. As if they were on opposing sides of a ring, ready for the bell to chime and for Ilya to go in for the kill.
Shane gets roped into fostering a troublesome hybrid with a bad track record. Except what begins as a cordial arrangement turns into something much more complicated.
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That was how he found himself spread out on the bed in their house, naked except for Ilya's jersey. Shane could practically feel the weight of the last name on his shoulderblades, burning itself into his back like a brand. He'd forever be known as Ilya's. Just the thought of that made Shane so hard he could barely breathe, let alone think clearly. Shane: Are you coming home? Ilya: no Shane: But I have a surprise for you. Ilya: sex surprise? Shane: That depends on how fast you get home. or, Shane lets a long-time forbidden fantasy come true.
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