Page 25 of The Hunt
“Now what, Husband?”
Thief and cheater; she knows what calling me that does to me.
“Open.” I tap her mouth with the angry head, rubbing my pre-come across her lips as if it were lip gloss. They’re shiny and plump, so soft, but then her warm breath grazes the tip, and I can’t help but thrust forward.
The pleasure enveloping my cock as I slide in and kiss the back of her throat is both heaven and hell. Two sides of the same coin, and I’d kill to protect them. This. Her. How she trusts me—knows she’s safe to explore and let go—while giving in to a side of her that brings her peace.
She both needs and yearns for my dominance.
“Fucking hell, precious one. Just like that…swallow.” Aya does as told, paying special attention to the underside with each thrust of my hips. I stroke in and out, pushing deeper with each pump, and when she slips a hand between her thighs, I pull out, leaving a string of saliva connecting us. “Get on the bed. On all fours.”
“Just let me—” The smack of my length against her cheek is loud, and the heat in her violet eyes turns molten. Her wings disappear.
“Now.” My mate doesn’t stand, but rather crawls to the mattress and climbs up, facing me. Her knees are spread, ass high in the air, and I reward her. Fisting my cock, I leave it a hair’s breadth from her mouth. “Go on. Bite it.”
Fangs appear a second before the pain, but that quickly becomes pleasure. It feels so good, more so when an electrical pulse shocks me right where my mating mark sits. She’s licking now, from tip to mark and then the base, her tongue worshipping my length with alternating broad strokes of her tongue and quick flicks.
I let her do this for a few minutes before reaching over and grabbing the paddle. “Suck my cock, Aya. Show me that my bad little fae is really a good girl.”
“Leo, I?—”
I slide in deep to the base, my pelvis stopping against her lips. “You’re going to keep me right there, use your tongue and swallow. If you try to pull back, it will be worse.”
Something unintelligible leaves her, but then she screams. The strike of the paddle leaves a red welt behind in the shape of a carved pumpkin. Pink turns red as it blooms, and I do it again. Three times, pausing when her fangs break skin and she suckles the blood. Her cheeks hollow, trying to pull more of the sanguine drops while the scent of her arousal turns sweeter.
But through the assault, she keeps me in her throat. Works me with the muscles there, and I reward her with two more alternating spanks: one to the area where ass meets thigh, the second between her parted thighs, barely catching her labia.
Her body thrashes, shaking and dripping all over our bedding.
“More?” I ask, pulling my cock halfway out before sliding in, then out again. “Tap my thigh for yes, wiggle your foot for no.” She digs her nails into my thigh in response, body languid—relaxed in her position. There are small traces of blood on my shaft from where she cut me; nothing large, and I like the mess it creates.
Sanguine drops across her sharp teeth.
Chin dripping with drool and pre-come.
Face flushed and eyes glazed as they gaze up at me with love.
My wife. My heart.
The last strike comes in fast and hard on the back of her thigh, close to the crease, and her body tenses. For a few seconds, she doesn’t move, but then it unfurls. Her pelvic muscles contract, and the orgasm slams into her, causing her eyes to roll back.
Then I fuck her face with complete abandon. The sounds she makes are the perfect soundtrack to our All Hallows’ Eve celebration, from whimpers to a glug and the occasional gag when I thrust in too hard.
Grip tight on her hair, I keep her in place while the rest of her shakes, and I pump in and out at a rapid pace. I use her, take my pleasure with deep strokes that cause her to choke on a scream before pulling out, flipping her around, and slamming into her pulsing cunt to the hilt.
Anaya is so fucking tight in her orgasm that the contractions almost push me out, but I thrust through them. This isn’t soft or sweet. I ride her with sharp punches of my cock against her cervix while my mouth takes her in a desperate kiss.
Its teeth and tongue, breaths mingling as I grip a thigh in each hand and wrap them around my waist. “Fuck, Anaya. You’re my heaven.”
“I love you, too. Always and forever.”
“We are one.” With the rune trapped between us, I roll my hips against hers. It’s magic vibrates, lashing across my cock while squelching noises fill the room. The sound is obscene yet beautiful, and I close my eyes for a second to enjoy it. My dick drives deep, and her back arches, but I pin her in place beneath me and fuck her through the wave of pleasure.
She’s close. So am I.
“Come for me, my heart. Milk my cock.” Slipping a hand between us, I stroke the tip of my thumb across her unhooded clit. And fuck me, she clenches so hard—the third orgasm of the night ruins her as she squirts all over us. We’re a mess, and I feel more magic than man, the blood in my veins throbbing as I pulse against her stretched walls.
But what breaks me is the feel of my cock bulging against my hand as I slam in deep a final time.
