Page 28 of The Hunt: Emerald

“Lass, even if I weren’t a king, I’d fell a nation jus’ tu keep me promise tu yu,” he growls seductively, dipping his thick fingers into my pussy and swirling them around.

“Your pretty lies…” I throw my head back moaning, gasping for breath and rocking against them shamefully, knowing this time there is no heat forcing me to do his bidding… it’s just him, his lies, and this mark… organic lust.

“No lies.” He spins me to my back, transforming his tongue, sliding it down my body, and spreading my legs. “I would neva, me precious one.” I hate him… his words are blatant lies to get me to let my guard down, but this stupid mark has me desiring with all my might to believe them.

But I can’t be fooled… I won’t. I take a fist full of his hair and shove him down between my legs, annoyed when I hear that sexy ass chuckle and gasp for breath when his long, rough tongue invades my body, sending fire burning in my veins.

“Ugnnn!” I arch my back, panting.

“Yu taste heavenly. Give me more,” he grunts, licking every crevice of my insides, making me quiver with want and need.

They say that the Hunt is the only tradition the seven demon kings ever agreed to… even King Sloth, whose usually too lazy to even have input on anything, agreed. The idea of watching beings lose their minds in such a barbaric way for sex, money, and power it appealed them all… not only that, but having the event take place in regions the Kings have heavily imbued with their magic is on purpose…

Here in this forest… in his arms… I feel his lust for me… I feel his desire to take me and fuck me delirious… I feel it, and I hate how much I want it.

“More, lass, give me more o’ yu… help yer Alpha ferget me troubles as yu always du an’ I’ll du anyt’in’,” he begs and I can hardly stand how much I want to give him what he’s asking for, though I don’t know what I’m helping him forget…is it Mira?

I say nothing, though the question remains heavy on my tongue. I just let him slide up my body and plunge into me, grasping my legs and fucking me so hard the makeshift cot starts to crumble.

His grunts echo around the cave as my moans dance nastily right alongside them. The way he fucks me so hard yet gently fucks my head up. Taking yet giving. Owing yet asking…it’s too much.

“Give me more, lass. Give yer Alpha more of yu!” he growls, thrusting into me, suckling on my neck, hands flying everywhere, breast rocking from his relentless pursuit of pleasure.

“By the Source! Yes!” I cling onto his body, gasping for breath, wondering what is happening. How can I feel this desperate for him even without a heat demanding I let this beast wreck me? Each thrust leaves not one fucking question of who’s taking me, but rather a challenge, daring me to deny this fire.

But I can’t!

“Du yu feel this, lass?” he growls against my lips, plowing into me, dick feeling as if it’s going to split me in two, his voice is rough and broken…sexy.“Du you feel wat yudutu me? The Mad Wolf King taken down only by his queen… his Luna.” He thrust harder.Deeper! Rougher!

He makes me cry out, unable to hold anything back. My pussy clenches around him, wet from nothing but need for him, though I don’t understand why.

“Feck, lass, yu make me want tu lock yu away! Yu drive me a different kind of mad,” he grunts, whispering into my ear, and Ihate how I tremble in his arms like I’m truly his… I despise how I cling to him, wailing for more.

This beast is huge, and as he fucks me, his ragged breath and thrusts feel as if he’s been waiting for centuries for me. His eyes glow like embers, watching me not like prey…but like something holy he’s about to desecrate.

“Talk to me, lass. Tell yer Alpha yu feel ’im,” he growls, voice frayed and feral.

“No!” I lie breathlessly.

“Dinna lie tu me, lass. T’ere’s no heat t’is time.Yuwant t’is dick, yu want yer Alpha… yu wantme.”

My breath stutters in my chest. My body arches of its own will, like it recognizes him.Welcomes him.

“No! No! No!” I shake, unbelievable pleasure washing over me.

“Yer tremblin’,” he murmurs, low and rough. “Not because yer body tells you tu, but because I du.” His lips crash into mine and I bite his bottom lip hard, making him groan a low, guttural sound that sends shivers down my spine before slamming into me, brutal, unforgiving screams clawing at my throat, resounding around the cave.

Not in pain. In shock.In need.And I don’t want him to stop.

Each thrust is punishing, possessive like he’s trying to remind me of something I haven’t even forgotten.

“Yer mine,” he snarls against my throat, teeth dragging over the deep purple hickey mark he’d left before. “Even wit’out the heat… this pussy takes me so well.”

I whimper, clawing at his back, blood pooling down it, hating the way my hips meet every brutal thrust with desperation, hungry for him.

He shouldn’t feel this good.

I shouldn’t want him this much.

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