Page 55 of Make Me Hunt
I’ve never been a master at sex, but I’ve never been bad at it either. Still, right now, I’m as clumsy as it gets. My body is not responding to me anymore, overwhelmed by the outside stimulus—or to keep it short, his massive cock.
His weight isn’t something to be ignored, either, like he wants me to feel him on top of me. How insignificantly small I am compared to him. And how quickly he could break... or pleasure me.
It’s getting harder to breathe like he’s choking me without even touching my throat. Never knew you could get choked by someone’s cock, well at least not when it’s ravaging your vagina. Then, again, I never knew I’d be facing supernatural forces tonight. And I do meansupernatural.
But at least he was right. I am starting to feel him. Feel what he might do to me. The ways he might break me without truly harming me. And that’s when I realize he’s far more dangerous than Ezekiel.
Ezekiel might have control of my mind, maybe even my nightmares, but Ares is starting to gain control of my soul. And you might live with a broken mind, but you can’t live with a broken heart.
I still can’t fully grasp the fact that he’s some kind of unnatural being. I can’t even make peace with the thought that such things even exist. But the sensation is so real that I can’t deny it either.
His thrusts are so intense, they’re on the verge of leaving me senseless, or at least highly intoxicated by him.
Like he’s a drug I can’t detox from.
Maybe that’s what he did—took me off my hallucination meds and shot me full of the heroin feeling running through my veins. It sure feels like it, like he’s infiltrating my senses, my system, every movement of his body meant to turn me into someoneelse. Someone born from pleasure but forged by pain. Someone who’s broken, but wholly independent, and still codependent on him. Someone that’shis.
The tiny sparks of pleasure build quickly into damn fireworks. It’s like New Year's Eve, and my body’s the sky they’re exploding on.
And someone spared no expense. The explosions inside my body are too strong to contain my nails from digging into his back. My voice is already ragged from mumbling senseless words. I don’t even know if I want to ask him for a small break or just keep going to test my limits. To feel things, I’ve never felt before. Because one thing I’m certain of—if my body was broken, then he sure fixed it.
The only thing I’m worried about is that it would only respond to him from now on.
He knows I just hit my first orgasm. At this point, I think half the neighborhood probably does. And definitely all of his guards.
I heard him curse as I took him, wrapping myself around his cock like a damn anaconda, squeezing the life out of him to succumb. But of course, he wouldn’t give in so easily. Just pinned me tighter between him and the couch, thrusting so hard that the wooden board beneath us began to crack.
Not that it bothers him. Truth is, I don’t think he even heard it.
He can only hear my moans and the maddening sounds of his breath.
I watch his tattoos again, spinning in circles, like they’re trying to catch up with the rhythm of his body, telling a tale of how this man became a monster to cure me of my own. Everything is so intense; I can’t take it anymore. And just when I think the world around me is about to implode, I feel his fingernails digging into my hip, carving out another one of my scars. A deeper one this time. One that makes me scream in both pain and happiness, reminding me once again what this is all about—trading one monster for another in hopes of finding peace with the man who only means chaos.
And I can’t stop a tear from running down my cheek. It should be about everything that happened to me, but I guess it’s about a strange sense of relief. I can’t explain it, yet his words seem to define it better than any story or dialogue ever could. “I take your deepest fears upon myself. I will protect you from every one of them. Even from yourself, if I must. I’m the only monster who can fight yours because they’re powerful only in your imagination. While I am an entity sworn to protectyou. No matter what.” He pulls his fingers from my thigh, and brings them to his lips, tasting my blood, another mark he left on me. One that I cherish this time, like the others I hope will follow, helping me be cured of my beast, but not of him.
This will be my greatest curse: falling for a man… or a devil I’m destined to kill—or die trying.
Before I let the dark thoughts settle, he grabs my hair into a ponytail, yanking my head back against the couch. My eyes struggle to close under the rush, but he pulls so hard it keeps them open. Like he’s doing it on purpose, so I won’t miss the way his tongue travels my body. His thick cock already working me toward another orgasm.
The sensation trails from the tip of my toes to the last strand of hair on my head. It’s that intense, that unforgiving, that I might never get enough of it. Though right now I’m not sure how to handle it, especially as he rides me through my orgasm.
His fingers are locked on my clit, circling it like he’s hunting every moan and every tremble. Until they become so loud, I start wishing they’d stop before his guards walk in, drawn by the unearthly noise. But I can’t stop, I can’t muffle the sounds, so strained that I feel they don’t even belong to me.
My voice finally gives out. I think my body gives out as well, taken to bliss so many times, I’m sure I’ll never be whole again.
My breasts are aching as he twists one of my nipples between his fingers one last time, gently pulling on my piercing. His teeth sink into my collarbone, marking that skin as well. Over and over again, until I feel the hot spurts of his release filling me up, his body shuddering as he curses between his teeth, trying to steady his breath.
He slumps beside me, as spent as I am, while I’m still wondering what the hell happened to me. The places he marked hurt like hell, reminding me he’s the man who set me free.
I can barely keep my eyes open, watching the pool lights flicker in the dark while he pulls me close, covering me in his arms as we both find a peace we never knew we needed.
twenty-two
-Brynn-
After a few hours outside, Ares moved us to his bedroom while I was too tired to react. I just let him carry me there, barely flinching as he cleaned my wounds with a wet towel. Then he moved to clean the mess he’d made between my thighs before crawling into bed for what was left of the night.
It’s late morning when we both wake up, and this time I don’t find a note on the nightstand. Ares is right next to me as I open my eyes, a satisfied smirk on his lips, like he knows damn well what he’s done to me. While I still can’t wrap my head around how I ended up here.
