Page 6 of The Hunt
“Gabriella.” My name on his tongue is sinful, a reverent caress across our bond.
“I live for you, my king.” The wound on my wrist has begun to heal; I lift my arm and place the ravaged skin against my fangs. There’s a faint trace of red on my teeth, but to make my monster snap, I will paint the world red.
Moreover, I am his world. Always will be, just as he is mine.
Sinking my incisors deep, I tear through my flesh until there’s a constant drip. Red and sweet—a buffet laid out in front of a vampire who feeds solely on me. He’s never taken a feeder or demanded I let him hunt; he lives to worship me while only taking what’s necessary.
I want more. For him to be selfish for once.
As a turned vampire, I’ve never lost the side of me that’s a witch.
My heart beats.
My body can digest human food.
My body naturally produces the one thing my mate needs.
Rich crimson that I hold above my naked body, watching in pure delight as his facial features tighten further, the hungry beast within him rising to the surface and growling his demands. His nails grow sharper, his fangs drop lower, and I can’t help but clench my thighs when his cock jerks in his tight hold.
When his abs contract and every sinuous muscle thickens, Theo grips the tree’s trunk with his unoccupied hand, nails digging in deep. The wood cracks while I let the blood drip. It runs down my body in streaks, from my breasts down my stomach until sliding down my mound. I feel each stream, but it’s his heated gaze that makes me moan.
One second, he’s across from me, and the next, Theodore has one arm wrapped around my waist while the other brings my wound to his lips. He kisses the cut. Once, twice…five times before licking across the wound. His groan is deep; it builds in his chest as my taste spreads across his senses.
I feel it in our bond.
He’s pleased with himself as his saliva heals the torn flesh. “Only I hurt you.”
Then he strikes. His head shifts, and his fangs embed themselves in my neck. Pain burst through me like a fiery lash, but then it morphs into unadulterated pleasure. It takes hold of me, spiking as Theodore lifts me and positions me just above his cock.
A single graze of the engorged, slick head, and I tremble. The orgasm slams into me, my juices making a mess of him as I open my mouth on a silent scream. He prolongs it, too.
He rocks his hips slowly through my sensitive labia and over my clit; I’m unable to fully catch my breath as another pulse of pleasure rocks me. Theo drinks from me in deep pulls, the sensation tickling a little, like an electrical pulse beneath my skin. The longer it goes on, the more it changes—turning heavy and warm, spreading through every nerve until I feel weightless in his hold.
My pulse slows, sinking with his rhythm, each swallow a heartbeat shared between us.
It’s erotic. Raw. Beautiful.
The world's edges blur as the trees, night, and even the pain melt into a deep, satisfying thrum. His mouth moves more slowly now, reverent, sealing each breath with a low sound that vibrates in his chest. My king is purring for me, grounding and dizzying, the perfect blend of surrender and trust.
I am his. He is mine.
Seconds later, he lifts his head, lips glistening crimson, and his eyes…
Gods, he’s beautiful. They’re the brightest red, full of love and lust, yet the tenderness is there as he takes me in.
I’m a mess and pliant in his arms.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, pretty girl.”
“Theo, I?—”
My mate cuts me off with a single, earth-shattering kiss. His mouth crashes onto mine, hard and claiming, leaving no room for a single thought. Sharp teeth clash, his hand gripping the back of my neck now to hold me still. It stings, but Gods help me, the taste of us is exquisite.
I can’t tell where he starts and I end, and just as my hands finally function enough to grip his arms, I’m set down and he takes several steps back. I’m also not given a chance to ask him why, either.
Theodore turns, giving me his back, and begins to count. From one to seventeen, and then pauses, his head tilting as if listening for something. For a few seconds, neither of us moves, and then he snaps his fingers once, the same way he does right before giving out orders.
His aura fills the space, dark and dangerous. The temperature around us drops, the vampiric lands bracing for the wrath of its ruler, and gone is my mate, leaving a cold and deadly killer in its place.
