Page 50 of Hunted
I shook my head.“I’m glad you’re not angry.But I refuse to let you think of yourself asweakbecause of all of this.”
Distract me?he said, and the feeling that came with the words was more like his usual puckish self.
His next kiss was as warm and effervescent as ever, even if it was tinged with the realization that we had almost never kissed again.The way he touched me felt like coming home.His hands at my cheek, stroking over my hip, reminded me that all my worries lately were over other people’s wars—other people’s feelings and concerns.Between us there was just this—ease, trust, safety.I could fall into it, right now, and leave the rest of the world behind for a while.
I think we both needed that.
His lips trailed along my jaw, and I followed his pace, one hand sliding beneath his shirt, palm pressed to his sternum.His heartbeat thrummed steadily beneath my fingers.Warm.Strong.Alive.
We rolled on the big chaise in a tangle of limbs and whispered breath.His aura met mine like the sun rising in the morning—soft and diffuse, warming into something brighter than it had been.
He peeled us out of our clothes in between soft caresses and linger kisses.I trailed my lips over his throat, pausing to kiss his bruise and whisper healing into it again.He guided my hand across his ribs, down his flat stomach.He was a sensory experience—smooth, warm skin, taught abs, rough happy trail, and at last the thick, heavy weight of his cock.
With everything that had been going on around here, it felt like it had been forever since we were together, even though it hadn’t been long at all, only a few days.The rising need inside me surprised me with its sudden fierceness.I wanted to taste him.To feel him under my skin.
The tenderness slowly morphed into something more desperate and primal.He dove between my thighs, devouring me like he was starving.I gasped and arched into the sensations, my fingers clutching his silky curls, holding him close as I rode the waves of pleasure he created.Stars burst behind my eyelids as my entire body went rigid, orgasm crashing over me like a tsunami.
He kissed the inside of my thighs, murmured endearments through our mental link as he waited for me to come down just enough to stop clutching.Then he was there, pressing me into the plush velvet cushions of the chaise as he surged forward, slowly, relentlessly stretching me with his thick cock, filling me the way I craved.
His claiming was a promise—that he was here, that he’d never try to leave me again.I wrapped my arms and legs around him, urging him deeper, wanting to keep him with me always.When he shuddered in my arms, his perfect body stilling, I felt him pulsing inside me, spilling his release.I came again, my entire body clutching at him desperately, wanting the moment to last forever.
He held me as I clutched him tight—insideandout—the waves of pleasure fading, but my witch anatomy refusing to let him go.His heart beat heavy against my chest as he pressed soft kisses to my face and stroked my hair.Quiet.Steady.Sacred.
How could I have ever doubted the strength of what we had between us?It would withstand anything.My sweet, devoted beta mate.
Afterward, we lay wrapped in the blanket, his head tucked beneath my chin as he pressed a lingering kiss to my chest, fingers laced with mine.Still here.Still yours,”he whispered in my mind.
I kissed his forehead and whispered back, “And I’m yours.Always.Nothing and no one will ever come between us.”
And for the first time since Cicely was attacked, we both slept like the dead.
Chapter 17
Yukio
We buried the bodyof Samuel Leeds beneath the city’s bones.The old train depot hadn’t seen a passenger in decades, and the crumbling arches and cracked tiles leading down into the underground beneath it felt more tomb than terminal.It would work as a temporary hiding spot—vampires decayed far faster than ordinary corpses.They didn’t turn to dust instantaneously the way some human fantasy portrayals liked to insinuate, but with a vampire this old, it wouldn’t take long.
