Page 37 of Make Me Hunt
He shuts me up with a kiss. His hands release mine so he can explore my breasts while mine rake into his back, nails digging into his skin, harder and harder with every thrust.
He’s like a wild savage—a true one; none of his gestures are gentle or tamed, or controlled. And I don’t want them to be. He’s thrusting inside me like he’s aiming to break the bed, or the last of my sanity. But as out-of-this-world as it feels, I’ve never come with a man on top of me. I need to be the one in control to find the slightest satisfaction.
That gets me to push him around. He doesn’t fight me this time, just rolls onto his back, like this intrigues him, as I guide him up the mattress until his shoulders hit the headboard.
He slips out during our little maneuver, so my hand stakes a claim down beneath his waist as I center my weight and lower myself into having him.
Damn, it feels too good to be real.
I ride him, pressing as low as my body allows without disintegrating, until I feel him pulse beneath me. There’s something in his eyes, a possessiveness that scares me right now, and he pulls me against him, his hand slipping between us, pinching my nipple so hard I scream, but it’s half a laugh as well. My damn clit is throbbing like it’s possessed, like it’s begging me to take everything I can from him. Like I’m robbing him of it.
My hips sway, breasts bouncing as I search for something I’ve never been this close to finding. One of his hands brushes my cheek, and my lips go to meet his fingers, just like in the car. I press one hand against his stomach as I ride him, and the other keeps his own hand captive, refusing to let it abandon my face.
“My little curse… you should’ve told me you were so eager to take my cock,” he whispers, his focus fully on my mouth now, like it’s the Eighth Wonder of the World. “I would’ve given it to you a lot sooner,” he ghosts out the words, and I wrap my lips around his thumb. “That’s it,” he breathes, his voice catching, “Think of it like it’s my cock. Like you're pleasuring me—like a good little curse.”
I suck harder, my lips increasing their pace as one of his piercings drags me one step closer to ecstasy. But it’s not the piercing that makes me lose it. It’s his damn thumb slipping down to my clit, circling it, testing it until I’m wild.
I lift higher and drop onto him. My sways growing wider, I can’t stop my panting breath, sucking on his finger, while almost helpless sounds escape my lips.
“Do you want to come?” he asks, and I nod instantly, like I’ve been holding my breath for him to ask. I’ve never come twice in a month, let alone in one night.
“You behaved,” he says, biting hard on my nipple. “I’ll indulge you this time,” his fingers pinch my clit, then press down, and I come so hard again it almost leaves me paralyzed—like something exploding inside me in a euphoric rush of… everything. I don’t know what it is, but it hits like a cocktail of drugs combined. I try to keep moving, but it seems like I’m just limp, my own saliva dripping down over the thumb he kept between my lips.
I’m almost embarrassed that I’ve lost the capacity to move. But I still fight him when he wants to flip me onto my stomach. Not that it’s a real fight, more like a tangle of limbs refusing to obey.
For a second, he’s gone, and I try to get up, but before I can, I feel something elastic slip around me, and the shock hits me like lightning.
I know exactly what that is—the suspenders.
Fuck, yes!
“I let you have your fun,” he says, something dangerously dark in his voice. “Now you let me have mine.” He’s fast, and I realize he’s wrapped the suspenders the other way. The part that usually goes in the back is now in the middle of my chest. Two straps cross between my breasts and loop behind, and the other two run over my shoulders, locking me in.
He pulls them tight, making a harness out of them. Then yanks me up, lifting me off the mattress into a kneeling position, with my back pressed violently against his chest.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
“I told you not to curse,” he chants. “You’ll only make it worse for yourself.” He drags me tighter as his cock’s grinding into the curve of my ass.
sixteen
-Ares-
I liked the shift in power, though I don’t enjoy being controlled. But hearing her curse turned me on beyond any reasonable limits.
Every time a mortal swears or sins in my presence, it ripples through me. It awakens my dark side, like dormant cells coming to life, clawing to take control. And I can’t afford to go even darker with her because I already feel myself slipping. In fact, I guess that’s why I keep myself at bay, never unleashing all of it. Because if I did, if I ever let myself slip, there is no telling what I’d do to her.
I fight to keep myself from crossing the line, but at the same time, I can’t fight the urge to keep testing it.
She intoxicates me way beyond any kind of reasoning. I’ve never had anyone similar. And it’s not just her wild beauty or the way her body responds to mine. I’m talking about that fire I know lives within her, that power that keeps my senses razor-sharp whenever she’s around.
I curl my fingers around my new toy, the makeshift harness I’ve rigged from my suspenders, and give a fast tug, just to feel the strap tighten around my hand as it bites into her skin. I saw the way she looked at the suspenders, the dirty thoughts she thought she hid from me. That’s why I turned them into this, so she understands there’s no escape. Not now, not ever.
Maybe she thinks this is just a mood swing for me. That she’s here for the night and maybe a few more to come. But my mind’s made up. It’s been made up since the second I saw her. I just didn’t want to admit it so easily; a whole millennium would be worth less than a day of having her in my arms.
She’s here to stay.
She’s here for a fucking eternity.
