Page 158 of Hunt Me

“You require blood.”

“I know.”

“Am I not appealing? Perhaps I can entice you with a rotund pig,” Luka teased, chuckling softly.

“I regret telling you.”

“Don’t be a sourpuss. It was funny.”

“I disagree.”

Luka nodded. “I understand. However, there is one thing we can agree on.”

“Our love for Denalia.”

“Yes, and also your fear that your hunger might compel you to hurt others.” He canted his head farther, exposing more of his throat. “So, take mine.”

Matilda licked her lips when the vein in his throat seemed to come to life. Her hands slowly settled upon his shoulders. He didn’t tense or turn around—something she appreciated greatly. He merely waited for her to consume him.

The burning in her throat intensified. She cleared her throat.

“Do you trust me when I hunger like this?” she asked, voice uncharacteristically deep and ragged.

Luka answered without hesitating.

“I trust you with everything.”

Those were the words she needed to hear.

Luka’s body went still when he felt her fangs brush against his skin. She hesitated. “Do not stop now,” he murmured.

She closed her eyes and sank her fangs into his neck. He sucked in a sharp breath. His hands gripped the edges of the stone basin as the first pull of blood left him.

Matilda hummed appreciatively, and Luka’s blood filled her mouth. The terrible burning in her throat eased almost instantly.

Luka’s blood was rich and potent, effectively silencing the hunger that had tormented her since the settlement.

A small, pleased sound escaped her, and Luka’s head tipped father to the side.

“That’s it,” he whispered.

Her arms instinctively slipped around him, holding him against her as she continued to drink. The tension slowly left her, and her thoughts quieted. She no longer felt like something feral was trying to claw its way out of her.

She retracted her fangs long enough to ask, “Do you feel pleasure, my king?”

“Immensely,” he replied with a sigh as her venom sent signals directly to his loins. She pierced his flesh again, and her hands slowly descended. Her fingers traveled over defined muscle and smooth skin, nestling in his pubic hair before taking him into her hand.

“Oh!” Luka exclaimed when she squeezed his shaft. His legs kicked out, and the vampire king scrambled in her hold.

Matilda smiled against his flesh as he flailed, spilling water over the sides of the tub. His hips bucked, sending cresting waves back and forth.

“By the gods,” Luka moaned, screwing his eyes closed as his wife jerked him off. “I will spill,” he warned her.

Matilda finally withdrew, fangs slipping free. She grabbed his chin from behind, turned him towards herself, and gently coaxed him into a passionate kiss.

Luka was a mess. She was jerking him fast and frenzied, yet her kisses were slow and gentle. The two actions warred against each other and drove him mad.

“Spill in my mouth, my King.”