Page 9 of Midnight Hunt

Just as she had that night, she'd been sprawled in the moss, touching herself. Evidence clear as crystal on her glistening fingers. Her stepped back tentatively as I approached slowly. My paws crept forward, my eyes trained on her.

"Professor? Professor, please tell me if that's you." Her voice wobbled, her eyes blown wide with fear and the edge of bliss. Her devastating scent filled my lungs and threatened to choke all sense of reason. Of decorum. Of myself. Because had I been in control of my mind, I wouldn't have stalked closer, reveling in how she tiptoed backward. Her cunt, covered in onyx curls, damp from her pleasure, they called me to me. I wouldn't have curled my lip in a snarl, baring my fangs. Her pretty heartbeatspiking in her chest. I wouldn't have thrown my promise not to fuck her to the wind.

I lunged and she shrieked, flying away from me. My head tossed back of its own accord, a deep in the belly roar rattling the trees. She lept over a fallen log and bolted deep into the forest. I chased. Long, flowing locks of her hair behind her, legs pumping, I could hear how hard she was trying to put distance between us. Problem was my little witch was headed in the wrong way. If she wanted to be free of me, she should have run toward civilization. Instead, she headed into the belly of my woods. The trees were closer together, the ground uneven and full of little pockets.

The first time I nearly caught her in my muzzle, her ankle caught under a tree stump. Its roots were disguised with all the moss and grass. She tumbled to the ground. Yet, she used her momentum to roll out of my way and clamber to her feet. The scent of her fear was intoxicating. Valerie cried out, "Please! Please! Whoever you are, I'm not—"

I lunged and she scrambled from me again. The second time her body caught a branch by accident, she didn't try to reason with me. I dove for her and she narrowly escaped by pulling herself up into the tree. She quickly threw herself out the other side and ran. The moon crept up into the horizon as night darkened the woods. I was on her heel, unable to clear my mind of my frenzy. I needed her. Her running only enticed me more.

It wasn't until the third time she tumbled over a rock and rolled down a hill, that I even realized the fear was gone from her scent. As I stalked forward, finding her back to a tree, legs trembling, there wasn't panic in her heartbeat. It was steady, high but uniform. Her eyes met mine in the pearly moonlight, and they were strong.

"Professor…" She panted for air, fingers curling around thick roots that supported her. My gaze dropped to where her legswere clenched together. Inch by inch they spread before me, her heels digging into the earth. The scent of dew, freshly turned moss, and her desire filled my nose as I loomed over her ankles. "Lochlainn, you can't take me in this form."

I stepped closer, my paws at either side of her naked hips. Her eyes never wavered, glued to mine as my muzzle closed the distance between our faces. My wet nose brushed her, making her shiver. I growled deep in my belly, but my wild shape dropped. Suddenly, it was my nose brushing hers. Suddenly, it was my strong hands cupping her sides and pulling her out of the hole. Suddenly, it was my lips hers crashed against.

Chapter Six

~Valerie Contempt~

Ididn't know when I figured it out, I think somewhere near the second time I tripped. I ran like my life depended on it at first because I thought,my professor would never…hunt me.It couldn't be him that chased me through the forest. But, as he nearly got me that second time, I realized, his jaw was not snapping at me. His paws swiped at me, but it wasn't a fight. It was a chase.It was a hunt.Somewhere between the moon rising and my realization it was my professor hunting me, it stopped being scary. It became a game. It became a desire.See how long can I evade you, see how much you fight for it.Oh, and he fought for it.

I sat in the soft earth, tangled up in the roots, staring down the massive bear, knowing it was Lochlainn's honey eyes that stared back at me. Then his wild shape dropped. It wasn't a poof of magic or even something painful. Almost like a wrapping paper pulled from a present, before me was a bear then it wasLochlainn. I hungrily trailed my gaze down his face to his throat. The magic unwrapped him steadily till it was his palms hoisting me by the hips, his legs lifting us off of the ground, and his firm back against my fingers as I looped my arms around his shoulders.

"Lochlainn," I breathed, unable to finish my plea.It's breeding season.But his lips pressed to mine and my reasoning was gone. I dug a hand in his wild mane of chestnut hair and met him kiss for kiss. Hunger deep in my belly made me dizzy. A firm cock throbbed between us and I whined. Tugging on his bottom lip, I broke the kiss. My back was pushed up against the harsh tree bark and I didn't care about the little pinprick stings. His hands slammed against the wood beside my head, caging me against it. I tightened my legs around him.

"Do you know how hard it's been to contain myself? Drowning in your scent?" He panted heavily, his nose nuzzling mine. He went in for a kiss but I tugged his hair. The delicious hiss matched with the dark, starved stare was enough to lose my will. But then he turned his head, pressing sloppy kissed to the inside of my arm and a needy mewl fell out of me.

"I can't, Lochlainn," I gasped, my pussy screaming in agony.How dare you have fucking morals now! Are we not the shameless witch? We do not know regret!

He nuzzled his face against the sensitive skin. His cheeks were like the heart of a fire, scorching and leaving a destroyed trail in their wake. My skin broke out in goosebumps.

"It's my breeding season." I tried to hold firm.

"I could give you what you need," he kissed the inside of my elbow and my body melted. I dug trenches in the back of his head. He bit down onto the inside of my trembling bicep. My toes curled as he kissed the mark better. His voice, breathy and ragged, sent zaps of desire down my torso into my core. "I could take care of that. You. I'll put young in your belly and cure thatfrenzy in your blood. Say the word and I'm yours. My little witch, let me care for you. I wish more than to be your mentor. I wish to chase you through these woods, lay with you under this moon, soothe the ache between your legs. Tell me now that you don't want this, that you do not want me, and I will release you. We can return but…I need to know if there can be more."

His big, tender honey eyes roamed up to meet my gaze. He nuzzled his cheek against my wrist, then my palm once more. Sensibly, I knew better. I did! But not as he kissed the center of my palm and moaned into my hand as my fingers stroked his cheek. Or as I tugged his hair and pulled his face to me. Our kiss was nasty, a lot of teeth and tongue and growling between us both. I wanted him to know I was just as feral as he. That whatever beast he believed was buried in him, that he let loose to chase me in these woods, that mine was just as hungry. If not more so, because while my breeding scent drew him in, I've wanted to climb him like a tree since I saw him as a freshman.

Fuck it.

I tugged his head back, my forehead pressing against his, and gulped down his air. "Breed me, Lochlainn."

He snarled, hips bucking against me. "My little witch."

His lower half arched backward. The rustling of leaves told me magic grew the branches and they were moving. Long, green vines crept down around me before wrapping around my arms, under my breasts, and strapping themselves to my thighs. I was easily suspended against that tree as he grabbed his cock at the base.

"From this night on, I will see to this needy cunt. No more helplessly touching yourself in the moss, little witch. Understood?"

A cheeky smirk curled up on my lips as I tested my restraints. Shifting, making sure I was arched against the tree, I studied his face before I spoke. "And what if I want you to hunt me again?"

The thick head of his cock pressed against my slit, eliciting a gasp. He grabbed my chin with his other hand. His thumb brushed along my lower lip. "You need only ask…or run naked through the woods, something little witches like yourself seem to enjoy."

My tongue poked out of my mouth, brushing against the pad of his thumb. Lochlain shivered, his cock pressing another inch inside. I groaned, eyes rolling back in my head. "Yes, Professor."

He snickered. Surely there would be a punishment for my sass later.And I'd happily take it, bent over his knee or on mine.But neither of us wanted to wait any longer. Not as he drove up into me. I cried out, tugging on the vines. His fist returned to the bark beside my ear. The crunch of it as he ground it into dust made me shiver. Lochlainn pressed further until he was seated in me to the hilt. A wonderful full feeling rushed through my blood.Yes, give me more.Like the answer to all my frustrations was right here, the frenzied rush of desire calmed.Because it was getting what it wanted.I moaned low and long as he inched backward. Only for his hips to buck forward sharply and stars formed behind my eyes.

"Because my wicked little witch was touching herself in the woods, she's perfectly drenched for me." His teasing only made me sputter with laughter.

"I couldn't…" I panted for air as his next thrust made my world spin.Gods and dragons and liches, yes, fuck, yes.He didn't stop, keeping on his agonizingly slow retreat then sharp advance. "I couldn't get myself to come. I'm as wet as the ocean because…"

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