Page 18 of The Hunt
I release her breast and place a hand over the middle of her chest, take in the way my fingers expand from one side of her chest to the other, and the tips of my claws curve around her side. How small and delicate she is, but the gleam in her eyes only tells me she wants this.
Me. My beast.
Fuck, I love her.
Dropping to my knees, I move both hands to her ankles and, with a sharp tug that rips a yelp from her, I bring her pink slit to an inch from my face. The height doesn’t work for me, but I fix that by throwing her legs over my shoulder and lifting her arse from the bed. With one hand, I hold a plump cheek, while the other traces from her navel to clit and back again. Two times, the talon dips in, teasing the bundle of nerves peeking out from its hood before I lick the nail clean.
Jasmines. Decadent. Drugging.
She’s sweet and tart, the perfect balance of floral, yet the sweet undertones make my mouth water. Isabella is like honey on my tongue, and I bury my face between her spread thighs before her next intake of breath. And that same fucking inhale, it gets caught in her throat as my fangs glide across sensitive skin, leaving a stinging trail behind. I soothe it with a roll of my tongue from her entrance to clit, laving the swollen little bundle.
“Gods, Xadiel. I?—”
“I’m your motherfucking everything, Little Moon.” Her cunt is pressed against my mouth, her pulse there the same cadence as her heartbeat. Warm. Wet. Heat. I trace her entrance, then dip the tip of my tongue inside, savoring the sweet slick, preparing her to take my knot.
“Don’t stop. Feels so good,” she moans, her slim fingers digging into the furs decorating the mattress. Her hips buck—Isa tries and fails to move me to her liking. Instead, I eat her like I bloody want. As my cock jerks and drips pre-come, the tip rubbing against the fitted sheet, I flick my tongue low, dragging over my mate’s arsehole.
She clenches, then tries to push against me. “I need more…shit!”
Before she’s done complaining, I retract my teeth from her inner thigh. It’s fast and deep, blood trickling from the imprints of my teeth while Isabella’s juices drip.
She’s gasping and arching—frustrated—but I ignore it and enjoy my meal. I exhale roughly over her cunt, a rumble building as I take hold of her hips. My claws grip her, keeping her in place as I rub my lips and chin over her swollen, juicy mess.
She’s desperate.
I’m obsessed.
“Mine.” Voice guttural. Deep and garbled.
“I’m so close, Alpha.” My response? I lap her like the starved wolf I am. Sucking and nipping—flicking her clit in fast succession—while my little moon quivers. While sweat beads across her skin and her chest flushes, Isa traps her bottom lip between her teeth and begs through hooded eyes for mercy.
I don’t stop. Instead, I growl.
The sound is loud, vibrating through her pussy, and her walls contract. Her holes clench hard, as if searching for my knot, and she screams.
“Oh my Gods!” Pleasure crests, the waves rocking her with trembling limbs, eyes tearing up?—
I flip her onto her hands and knees. Immediately, she spreads her legs and lifts her arse high, head on the mattress.
She’s breathing hard. Still shaky. Cunt and arse are messy and wet.
Motherfucking good girl.
“My little moon.” Kneeling behind her on the bedding, I palm a cheek and lean over her. I’m squeezing and petting the flesh, while my lips kiss the nape of her neck and the small bite marks I’ve left over the last century.
Small. Big. Deep.
I worship each one before nipping my way down her spine, then back up again. Her red hair is sweaty, a few strands sticking to her side, and I fist the locks and wrap them around my fist a few times.
Then I yank, forcing her head back so I can kiss her. Eyes fevered, her delicate fangs drop as our lips meet. The kiss is full of heat and hunger, the taste of blood feeding into the frenzy, and I slam in.
“Xadiel,” Isa whimpers, lurching forward, but my grip on her arsecheek and hair keeps her in place. My pace is frantic, each thrust harder than the last as her walls milk me. They squeeze and flex, tighten to the point it’s hard to move, but I fuck her through each contraction. My knot is swollen and throbbing—it pushes against her lips with each forceful piston.
I ride her hard. Not pausing when she comes a second time, the words please and alpha are her mantra.
Calling me her alpha earns her a smack to the arse between slams. Blood rises to the surface, my handprints turning pink, and a jolt of feral greed hits me like a lightning bolt.
She’s mine. Only fucking mine.
