Page 111 of The Fated Hunter Wolf
“Mine,” he growled, his voice as much wolf as man.
I held his eyes as I kneaded his bulging cock through his pants. He was thick and hard, and I couldn’t wait another second. I put my hand down his jogging pants and grabbed ontohim. I grabbed him tight—his shaft throbbing in my hand—and stroked. He closed his eyes and let out a sigh.
“Sable. Fuck.” Excitement flowed through me and I stroked faster, feeling his control fleeting. “Get this off.” He tugged at the remnants of my torn shirt.
I slid out from underneath him and dropped the shirt off my arms. I stripped my bra off and watched as Rhys undressed, never taking his eyes off me. He wet his lips. Hot lava of desire took me over, soaking through my underwear.
Yes, my wolf sang.Yes, finally, this.
But my vampire side stirred too, hungry and possessive. I felt my fangs extend fully, felt the bloodlust rise sharp and demanding. I wanted to bite him. Wanted to taste him. Wanted to mark him in every way possible.
“The smell of your desire is about to kill me,” Rhys murmured, tugging at my jeans as I stripped them off with my underwear in one breathless motion. He stood from the bed, pulled off his T-shirt and stepped out of his pants, revealing the full length of his hard cock. I moved to the edge of the bed and took all of his dick into my mouth.
He threw his head back and moaned. “Shit.”
The bond flared between us, no longer just a gentle pull. It was a living thing now. My wolf was going crazy, and I felt closer to her than I had in a long time, both of us uniting as I finally fulfilled what she’d wanted for us.
Mark him, my wolf commanded.Seal the bond. Make this permanent.
The vampire in me was consumed by need, need for him, to give him what he wanted and to be pleasured such that we’d never want anyone else ever again.
I sucked on the head of his cock, passing my tongue over the head and back again, across his flesh. When I moved one hand and caressed his balls, he moaned louder. His muscles tensedunder my touch, and my pussy was growing hot, desperate, my clit aching to have him.
“I know you want more.” Rhys looked down at me, the corners of his eyes crinkling even as they were on fire. “I can smell it on you. And I’m about to take damn good care of my wolf-vamp.”
He extended his hand, and I took it. He brought me up to stand and then turned us around so that he sat on the bed and led me to straddle him. I lowered myself onto his cock, and Rhys gasped. So did I. I was so full, so complete, so whole. His thickness was perfect, filling every part of me as if I was built for him. I leaned forward, the heat of his chest against my ribs and my breasts falling in front of his face. I looked down and found him pinching my nipple, lapping a tongue over it as I slowly lowered myself on him again. He licked harder and then sucked, sending a tingling sensation straight to my core.
He slid a hand between our bodies and sought out my clit. His fingers rubbed the wet flesh and I cried out. It was almost more than I could take. “That’s my girl,” he moaned and thrust his hips up. All his cock slammed upward, and I cried out again. The pleasure of him reaching that tender spot inside me threatened to take me out entirely, but I wouldn’t let it.
Instead, I sat up and dropped down on him harder.
“That’s it,” he said. “Fuck me, my beautiful wolf.”
The adrenaline was too much. I lifted myself and slid down him, again and again, faster and deeper as moans burst from me, almost inhuman sounds of my wolf and my vampire nature taking in every sensation of becoming one with their mate.
Rhys wrapped his arms around me, limiting my movement, but I kept riding him, fucking his cock as he kissed my neck. Pleasure rolled through me as my breasts bounced over his tongue. He circled my waist with his arms and lifted me, turning our combined bodies until he laid me back down on the bed, himon top of me now. We were covered in sweat, breathing hard as he gently pushed into me. I wrapped my legs around him as he pushed deeper, his rhythm picking up as he wound his hand into my hair and looked deep into my eyes.
“My beautiful wolf-vamp,” he said as he thrust into me again, a look of reverence overtaking his features, “I am yours. Forever.”
“Rhys,” I whispered, not breaking his gaze. “Forever.”
He sped up, sensing the changes in my body through the bond. The pressure was building, and he grunted as I met his rhythm.
We moved together, chasing the peak. But this was different. I could feel him—not just his body but hispresenceinside my mind, wrapped around my soul. Every sensation doubled. Every emotion amplified.
We rocked back and forth on the bed, my body becoming undone, but it wasn’t enough. I trembled. It wouldn’t be enough until?—
"Mark me," I gasped, pleasure breaking through every word. "Rhys, I need?—"
"I know." His voice was barely human. "I feel it too."
The bond pulsed harder, a physical ache in my chest. My wolf pushed forward, demanding. My vampire side snarled with need. Both required satisfaction. Both demanded their claim.
He pushed inside me, and I tilted my head, exposing my throat. "Do it. Claim me."
He made a sound that was animal—need and possession barely restrained. His mouth moved to my neck, canines scraping, testing as he fucked me harder, deeper.
"Sable." He ran his tongue along my neck. "I love you."
