Page 63 of Haunting the Hunter
CADE
For the first time in weeks, I slept through the night. I felt you the entire time—keeping my demons at bay. I feel different. Though nothing has physically changed, my mind has. I feel drained, empty, except for the little light in the back of my mind.You. My peace, my calm in the chaos. If I have never lived for anything in my life before, I would live to chase this feeling. To chase you.
With you comes the knowledge I’ve been missing—magic is real, that much I can no longer deny. There is much to consider. If Rosa White is pulling the strings, I need to find her. I’ve murdered her daughter, and now her husband. She has vast resources and no doubt revenge on her mind, with no family to speak of, and that makes her dangerous. Then there’s the Covenant’s God, if it’s real. I need to know more about it and I need to know itnow. I can’t walk in unprepared.
I need to be ready foranything.
Jack will not be an easy man to convince that I haven’t completely lost my mind. Because as crazy as he is, our thoughts have always aligned. But the conversation will need to be had. I’m just not looking forward to it.
I quietly creep into the house. Calli and Jack are nowhere in sight—but I’m not alone. Not anymore. I cross the kitchen and head into the garage. Placing my duffel bag on the table, I begin to methodically clean my weapons and put them away, one by one.
I pull the hunting knife from the plastic bag and start to clean off the blood. The dry dark red stains on the blade begin to fade, mixing with the running water.
The sensation of ripping his stomach open, muscles and tendons resisting and popping while I tore through them, flashes in my mind and I shiver. I drop the knife and shake off my hands as though it will remove the memory from them. I step away from the sink and seat myself in the metal chair near me.
Hands on my back calm me and delicate fingers roam my shoulders and neck. I tilt my head back, hoping to see you, but I’m met with disappointment and an empty room. I close my eyes, a picture of you forming in my mind.
“There you are.” You’re trying to comfort me.
Don’t stop.
I grip the pendulum around my neck as if it’s my lifeline.
The memory of Allen quickly dissipates, leaving only the image of your touch pulling me into the moment. I reach for where I feel you but meet my own skin. Tracing my hand down my chest, I feel myself growing hard in my jeans. Shamelessly moving my hips.
I’mdonefighting this.
I want this.
I pull my shirt up over my head and toss it to the floor, impatiently unzipping my pants. I shove down the waistband of my boxers, my dick springing free, hard and desperate for friction. I tease the head with my fingers, squeezing out the smallest amount of precum that has already beaded to the surface.
I feel your eyes on me, and I must look pathetic, but I don’t givea fuck. I spit on my hand and slowly fuck into it, teasingly moving up my shaft as I let out a quiet moan.
“Watch me, little ghost, I want you to see what you do to me.” My voice is low and raspy, my muscles twitching as I continue putting on a show for you. I like this, I like you watching me.
I close my eyes again; my imagination running wild with thoughts of you.
You slide onto my lap and pull me into a kiss, rough yet gentle. Your hands wrap around my shoulders and your kisses make their way down to my neck. You reach down and place me at your entrance and I slowly ease my way inside of you. I feel myself stretching you as you begin to move your hips—while I kiss every inch of you I can reach. Wrapping my arms under your legs, I stand, lifting you, holding you close as I drag you up and down along me.
“Do you like that? Do you like the feel of my cock stretching you?” I thrust slowly and deeply. Feeling myself reach my limit, I slow down, wrapping your legs around me, gripping your ass while I push deeper. Filling you as I hold you against me in my mind. I’m lost in you—
“Every fucking part of you,” I moan, holding on, desperate to not let you slip through my fingers again.
“This is our time, baby, and I can’t deny your intoxicating presence.”
Your phantom lips on mine pull me back to the present, as if to tell me you aren’t going anywhere. When I open my eyes, I’m still sitting in the chair holding my dick. I want to roll my eyes at myself. I want to tell myself how ridiculous this is.
I want to do it again.
I. Want. More.
Fucking more.
“Cade? Are you here?” I hear Calli call from the other side of the door.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.I jump up and button my pants, stumbling and tripping over myself to get to the workbench where I was cleaning my weapons.
Calli walks in and pauses, looking around the room.
