Page 32 of Haunting the Hunter
I don’t know what it is about her. The way she moves, the way she thinks, her stubborn, relentless personality… it all makes me gravitate toward her. I want to break every rule I’ve been taught, to forget what I am, forget why I’m here, just to be near her.
I bring my lips down to her collarbone, just brushing it, and she arches for me. Angling her hips so that she pushes further into me.
“Why can I feel you but not see you? Are you here to hurt me?”
“I would never hurt you, unless you want me to.” Her thighs clench at that, and my hands trail down her body. She’s quivering in my arms. I bring my second hand up, gripping her throat. She gasps, but I don’t stop there. Instead my tongue flicks out, licking from her shoulder up to her collarbone.
When she lets out a whimper, I am done for… my eyes rolling into the back of my head. Her taste and responses are intoxicating.
“My shadow.” She finally looks up, like she’s seeing me again. How does she do that?
“You’re breathtaking,” I growl.
“And yet you’re taking my breath.” I loosen my hold on her neck just a little, and she breathes in deep. Almost like she’s trying to catch her breath. Her pupils are blown wide, and she darts out her tongue, wetting her lips.
“Do you like it when I touch you?”
“I don’t know.”
I grind my teeth at that. “Did you like it when Jack touched you?”
She blinks at that. “What?”
“I plan to erase any memory of him, every touch, every caress. When I am done, the only memory will be of me, and how I claim you.”
She angles her chin up, defiant. “Jack is just a friend.” I drive my hand down until my fingers edge her pussy, claws slightly out. Just for her to feel a little bit of bite.
“And that is all he will ever be.” She moans at that, eyes still defiant, but her body is singing for me.
Undoing the button on her jeans, I dive my hand underneath, feeling how wet she is for me. How much the fear, fight, and I do this to her. Her eyes flutter shut. I grip her chin with my free hand, angling it straight ahead once again. “Watch the view, feel all that I do to you.”
“Oh Gods,” she mewls as I circle my fingers over her clit. Her whole body jerks at the movement.
“Call to the heavens, but you will come for me.” I up my pace, diving a finger in between her folds, and I’m met with no resistance. She reaches behind her, trying to grip me, but I stop her with a growl.
“Put your hands on the railing.”
“But I just want to touch you, feel you,” she whines. I smirk, adding a second finger. Calli gasps. “Not what I meant.”
I chuckle. “Oh, I know what you meant, but this is my time to play. And your time to obey.” She gulps at that, biting her lip to try to hide her cries. Her head falls back as her inner walls finally clamp down, and she comes all over my fingers. “That’s my good girl.” I finish andbring my fingers out, licking them clean of her essence. She may not be able to see me yet, but she felt everything I did to her. The groan that leaves my lips at her taste—honey and something floral. “Time for bed…” I whisper.
Almost in a trance, she’s still riding the high from her orgasm. Or maybe just a bit of buzzing from the idea that ashadowgot her off. That I did that to her, and will do it again. She turns from the balcony, walking back to her room, and I follow, seeing Karma already making herself at home on the bed.
Calli pulls the covers back and climbs in. She smiles over at the little kitty there and whispers to the room. “Will I see you again?”
My answer is instant, a brush of my lips on the top of her head as she drifts to sleep.
CHAPTER 13
CALLISTO
Iblink the sleep from my eyes and stretch my muscles. Turning over to see the little black cat, Karma, curled up in a ball on my pillow. My cheeks heat, thinking back to earlier in the night. My body’s still buzzing, even after the little cat nap. These moments that are becoming more and more tangible.
My phantom—shadow—got me off while I slept.
Rolling onto my stomach, I groan into my pillow, my mind jumping from one thing to another. He knew about Jack and me. A blush spreads across my face at the memory. Jack was acting kind of weird—and Cade! Of all people, he got mea cat.I mean, I’m grateful, but I’ve been begging him for a pet for years and he has always refused.
“Gods, what the hell is going on around here?” I mumble to no one in particular.
