Page 74 of The Fated Hunter Wolf
“Where do you think you’re going?” I asked. I dreaded any answer except the one I wanted.
Fortunately, her only answer was a hungry smile.
She undid the button of my jeans, pulled down the zipper, and my already hard cock bulged under my boxers. She adjusted the fabric so my dick was free. It twitched when she took it in her hands, pre-cum shining at the top.
I inhaled sharply. “If you start…”
She raised an eyebrow, eyes full of desire, and bit her lip.
She slid down to the floor, on her knees, and I sat up on the sofa, watching her beautiful eyes the whole time. She leaned forward and ran her tongue from the bottom to the top of my shaft. My head fell backward, and a moan escaped my lips. She licked again and took the head into her mouth. She gently ran her teeth along the tip, which made me twitch, and I took her hair in my hand.
“No fangs, I promise,” she said. “For now.”
She lowered her mouth onto me, her hand grasping below—she couldn’t take it all in her mouth. I felt the back of her throat, and my wolf threatened to explode right there and then. I held him back.
“Sable,” I whispered. “It’s too much. I can’t?—”
I had to grab the cushions to hold myself back. She sped up, running her lips up and down, gagging a little over the head of my cock as she slammed it into the back of her throat. The friction was unbearably good, promising relief like I’d never felt in my life, knowing it was her, the woman I’d chased and at one point thought I’d kill. And I was coming to realize she was probably the one for me.
Forever.
“Fuck…”
I came into her mouth, around it, dripped over her as my release completed. The world spun and I had to feel her body against me. She swallowed, and I tugged gently on the back of her head to bring her to my level. She came willingly, a hand on my abs as she pulled herself up to me. I kissed her on the lips, the wetness of my cum still on her. She climbed onto the sofa and we laid back down together, her head on my shoulder and legs coming up and across me. Pinning me in place.
Perfection.
I caressed her hair while she stroked my abs, and for a few minutes, all thoughts of the Southern Council, vampires, fangs, and curses disappeared from my mind.
Suddenly, the alarm went off, reverberating through the safe house.
She scrambled off my lap, smoothing her hair and trying to look like she hadn’t just followed up feeding on me by sucking my cock. I grabbed my T-shirt, threw it on, and saw that the silver wounds were visible through the fabric now.
“What the fuck is that noise?” she asked.
“Warning of intruders on our Orion lands. This location is used for the safe house specifically because it’s off-grid, completely self-sufficient. The alarm’s the only thing hardwired in case we ever needed to know something was going on.”
I rubbed my forehead, pushing back my wolf’s need to break out and find Logan, to back him up, whatever the hell was happening out there. If he really needed me, he wouldn’t have set off the alarm—I’d have felt him reaching out to me. For now, we had to sit back and wait, knowing that some kind of shit was going down.
I had to believe in my brother.
Three hours.
I’d felt amazing for three hours, which was how long we’d been waiting for news from Logan. It turned out that was exactly how long it took for my body to start falling apart again.
I paced the safe house like something feral, muscles twitching under skin that felt borrowed from someone else. Every cell in my body had reorganized itself around her blood and was screaming for more.
Meanwhile, Sable looked like she could wrestle gods and win.
She sat curled in the armchair by the window, an ancient leather-bound book from a random shelf in her lap, acting like she hadn’t fundamentally rewired my nervous system through blood and connection. Her skin held an inner glow that made my wolf whine with want, and when she moved, it was with a fluid power that made apex predators look clumsy.
The feeding hadn’t just helped her. It had transformed her into something magnificent and terrifying.
And left me jonesing like a junkie who’d found religion in a needle.
“You’re going to wear through the floorboards,” she said, without looking up from her book.
“Can’t help it.” My voice came out rougher than gravel. “Something’s eating me from the inside out.”
