Page 9 of The Hunt
A few minutes of silence follow, but she cracks first. Her hips sway seductively as she walks across the room to stand below me, as if on trial. She’s filthy, wet—dried blood decorates her body.
My feral little witch is perfection, but tonight I’m her judge and jury. Disciplinarian, too.
“I wasn’t done, Theo.”
“Is that so?” It’s hard, but I bite back my smirk. “I thought you were.”
Pretty girl bristles, and her eyes, which had softened into their natural green shade, flash red. She’s adorable when mad. “Your orgasm is mine. Each drop of come belongs to me.”
“Earn it.”
“W-what?” Confused. Insulted. Fuck, I love her.
“You heard me, pretty girl.” My cock bobs, a mix of spit and pearl-like beads of fluid leaving a mark on my abdomen. I don’t touch myself, but her gaze feels like a caress. “The only way you’ll get my come tonight is to earn it.”
“Theo, I?—”
“Not another word, love. Mount your king.”
Gabriella sees this for what it is, walks up the two steps, and turns, giving me her back. She doesn’t say anything. Instead, she bends forward and spreads her cheeks so I have the perfect view of her holes. They clench, and I slap her left asscheek, then the right one in approval.
With my other hand, I stroke myself slowly.
Let her tease, but my patience can only run for so long.
“Enough, Gabriella.” Gripping my cock tight, I watch her sway her hips seductively as she takes her place between my parted thighs. She moves her ass, bouncing lightly to make the flesh jiggle before slipping a hand between her thighs and dipping a few fingers inside. In and out, she pumps them a few times, her slick juices running down her hand and onto the floor below, but it’s the kittenish moan that has me grabbing those hips and lifting her above my cock. “Ride. Me.”
Immediately, her fingers slip out as she moves to grip my arms. “I decide how I’ll make you come. I’m in charge?—”
Her words become a piercing cry as I slam her down on my cock.
It both angers and thrills her, and I’m taught a valuable lesson when she reaches down between us and squeezes my balls. With her back to my front in reverse cowgirl, I’m giving her the luxury of setting the pace, and after a few sharp tugs that send a wave of pleasurable pain through me, my pretty girl rides me fast and hard.
There’s no testing the depth or building up slowly; Gabriella fucks me like the queen she is.
My girl leans forward and bounces, her hands using my knees as leverage, but it’s not enough. We both know what she needs, but I indulge her nonetheless. Let her set the pace and chase the orgasm that’s just out of reach, until her frustrated cries rend the throne room.
“Please, Theo. I can’t…” she trails off, not stopping her gyrations, but the frustration mounts.
I nip her back with my fangs. “What do you need? Tell me.”
“You.” This time, it’s a sob as I push the hand she’s tried to slip between her thighs away. “Please fuck me.”
“And the next time you want to kill someone, you won’t sneak them onto our lands?”
“No.” She sags against me, lying back, which changes the angle. Makes her tighter. “I’ll be upfront and ask for help.”
“We both know you could’ve killed them yourself. Why bring them here?”
At my question, she stops moving. Just stills while I’m buried deep, and she exhales roughly. “Because I wanted to be fucked by the monster you keep hidden.”
“Now you’ve earned my come.” No sooner has the last word passed my lips than my fangs are embedded deep into her neck. Sweet, rich blood fills my senses while my fingers are on her clit, rubbing tight circles on the bundle of nerves, and my hips piston from below. I drink from her, thrusting deep and fast while my good little witch takes the abuse.
And yet, she doesn’t try to pull away. Instead, she angles her head and whimpers more.
Moreover, I oblige. I pound her cunt without mercy, taking deep pulls from her veins until her eyes roll back and the first rush of her orgasm coats my cock. Her thighs tremble, her walls pulsing—I retract my fangs and grip her neck, turning her face toward mine.
I find a blissed-out vampire witch, her expression soft yet still needy. “Kiss me, My king.”
