Page 6 of The Hunted

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Hunter

Taking her hand in mine, I lead her to my quarters. Stroking my thumb back and forth across her palm, her skin is so soft and smooth. Completely different to the rough, calloused skin of my own. Her long black hair compliments her pale complexion, and she has the most beautiful green eyes I’ve ever seen. I desperately want to kiss and stare at those luscious, full lips as my cum drips from them. I have no control over my cock right now. I’m hard as fucking nails. I’m not the only one turned on, though. I could smell her arousal in the forest as I pressed her body into mine. The scent was fucking delicious, intoxicating. I can’t wait to be covered in it.

We reach the manor, and I press my thumb to the bio-metric lock. I hold the door open and stand aside so she can enter. Her brown sugar scent drifts through the air as she passes. It only serves to turn me on that much more. I place my hand on her lower back to guide her down the hall. She has no idea what’s about to happen to her. I can tell she’s nervous, scared even. It only acts to heighten my arousal. I’m likely a sick fuck but truly, I can live with that. I’ve obsessed over this moment for weeks. I’m going to use her until I get my fill. I can tell she’s confused that we’re entering the manor rather than retreating to one of the cottages. She’ll find out soon enough that this is my estate.

We step out of the elevators, and I guide her to the door of my quarters, which encompass this entire floor. I open the door, allowing her to enter first. I hear her breath hitch when I touch the small of her back as I join her in the room. I watch while she takes in her surroundings. Everything is set up for this. The lights are perfectly dimmed. Fire in the fireplace. Champagne is chilling. I’ve set this up to be memorable, my one taste. The firelight dances across her skin. I am floored by her. Fucking beautiful.

It’s been a long time since I’ve been this drawn to a woman, if ever.

Weeks of watching her walk around the estate on my camera feed nearly drove me to insanity. Jacking off to her image on a screen no longer satiated my curiosity. There was something about her that drew me in. Obviously, her beauty has me intrigued, but there’s something deeper, this need to have her beneath me, bending her to my will, that I have yet to figure out. After I realized she had been drawn for the Hunt tonight, I knew I had to participate. It may have been selfish of me, but I had to see her. Also, the thought of some other man inside of her drives me insane.

“Would you like a glass of champagne?”

“Champagne, please,” she answers softly.

“Please feel free to make yourself comfortable, Prey.”

I turn to get our drinks and hear the fabric of her dress crinkle as she settles onto a chair. I make my way over to her and hand her the champagne. She downs it in one gulp then sets the glass down on the table. I smile at her nervousness. I find it amusing.

“Prey, please come here.” I extend my hand and help her from the chair. The tremble from her nerves reverberates into me. I have to bite back the urge to call her by her name. Names aren’t exchanged during the Hunt. It’s supposed to add to the animalistic quality of the scene. As if this place isn’t already full of fucking animals.

“Drink.” I hand her my glass, and I watch as she brings the crystal to her beautiful mouth. The urge to consume her overwhelms me. I can’t wait to taste her any longer. I take the glass from her mid-sip, set it on the side table, and pull her to me.

“Do you have any idea how beautiful you are, Prey?”

“Thank you, Hunter.”

She barely gets the words out before I crash my mouth to hers. Her kiss is reserved, timid as I lick the seam of her lips, coaxing her to open to me. I press my tongue in her mouth and groan when the taste of her and champagne explodes across my tongue. A small growl escapes me before I take a handful of her hair and angle her head to control our kiss. She squeaks at the force of the tug on her hair. It only serves to excite me more. I move my other hand up to cup her chin. She tries to resist at first, but her resistance slowly fades and she begins to melt into me. Her hands press against my chest, and the heat from them sears my skin through my shirt. I pull back slightly and tug on her bottom lip with my teeth. A moan escapes her. I swallow that mother fucker, claiming it as my own, as I place my lips back on hers. My hand slides from her face to her back, and I tug the zipper down on her familiar dress. Unbidden memories from long ago try to work their way into my mind, and I push them out. It’s just a dress, I remind myself.

She tenses under my touch. I stop unzipping her dress and rub the exposed skin with my palm. Pulling back from our kiss, I fix my gaze onto hers.

“Is it okay if I take off your dress?”

I have no idea why I’m I asking. I never gave a shit to ask before. Hell, I’ve never had to ask before. Something about her uneasiness doesn’t sit well with me. Her eyes, clouded with lust, lock onto mine. With her breathing heavy, she manages a whispered, “Yes.”

If we weren’t so close, I likely wouldn’t have heard her. I search her face for a moment, then pull down the zipper the rest of the way and slide my hand up the side of her body to her shoulder. Her warm, soft flesh pebbles under my touch. I grit my teeth as I try to keep from just taking her. She seems to need a gentler touch. I take my other hand from her hair and push the dress down her body. It falls in a puddle around her feet. I look down on her small form. She is so much smaller than I realized. The white lace bra and panties she wears looks like painted on perfection against her flawless skin. She’s unbelievable like this. I scan the length of her body, then travel back to her face and notice she doesn’t seem comfortable at all. I have to know…all the other times I’ve watched her basically run from members when they try to approach her…

“Do you not want this?”

The shock in her eyes is evident as they narrow slightly on me.

She didn’t expect me to care.

Fuck, neither did I.

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