Page 36 of Hunt Me

“What gave it away?”

“Your pulse.”

“Mmm,” she hummed into her pillow.

“You lost the challenge. Do you know what this means?”

“Shhhhh. I can’t plan my escape in my head if you keep talking.”

“Don’t be foolish to believe you can escape from me.”

“Don’t be foolish to believe you can stop me.”

“You’re mine,” he asserted.

“I am not. Do you want to know why?”

“Say your piece.”

Matilda rolled over and wasn’t surprised when the vampire king scooted beneath the sheet. She trembled from sweet anticipation when she felt his warm breath hover above her pussy.

“The challenge was not executed properly.”

“How so?”

“There was no witness to the challenge agreement; therefore, it was not properly executed. So, you see, King Alesi, I still belong to me.”

She giggled and ran her fingers through her knotted curls when he growled, realizing she was right.

“I like you better when the only sounds coming from you are cries of pleasure,” he confessed.

“I despise you.”

“Why?”

Matilda closed her eyes and sighed when he parted her lips and flicked her clit. Her arms flailed by her side as she attempted to escape him. He wrapped his arms around her thighs, forcing her compliance.

Matilda’s mouth dropped in an open-mouthed scream. She’d never experienced the joy of a man’s tongue on her lower parts. The perpetually drunk orc offered many times, but she denied each time. If she’d known what she was missing, she might’ve not been so hasty to turn him down.

Luka’s tongue expertly lashed against her flesh, sending her to new heights.

“King Alesi, we—”

Matilda waved off the intruding advisor, who rudely entered the bed chambers without invitation. “Come back in five minutes,” she said with a pant. Luka sucked her clit and made her eyes cross. “Two minutes,” she squeaked.

Ezra mentioned something about abominations before leaving, but Matilda was seconds away from an explosive orgasm and could care less. She screamed when Luka unexpectedly bit into her pubic mons, and he chuckled when her juices splashed against his face.

“I-I need more!” she exclaimed.

“Then more you shall have,” Luka said, coming up for air. He lay on his back and allowed his huntress to straddle his lap. His eyes zeroed in on his necklace that dangled in his face along with her breasts. For a brief second, he questioned why he hadn’t reclaimed his most prized possession, but the thought flitted away as soon as she impaled herself on his flesh. They both cried out from the overwhelming pleasure that rocked them. Matilda nearly drooled from the way he stretched her pussy. His dick was a work of art. She would consider it more than reasonably above average with a slight upward curve that molded perfectly to her body. Being a mistress to the vampire king didn’t sound so bad.

Luka breathed through his nose, exhaled, and tried to ignore how her pussy wept on his dick, arousal dripping down his balls, courtesy of his venom. He sat up with her still in his lap and kissed her. His arms wrapped around her back, and his nails sunk into her shoulder to prevent her from escaping. She bit his bottom lip, and he returned the favor, careful not to break the skin. The last thing he wanted was for her to faint again, not now when his dick kissed her cervix. He lowered his face to her chest and peppered her flesh with soft kisses.

His eyes widened in shock when she shoved him onto the bed. She took him like a madwoman, something he was neither accustomed to nor prepared for. His queen always made sweet love to him. She was his delicate flower, and he treated her as such. There was always passion between them, but never this newfound feral excitement. He loathed the comparison, but… he could get used to this.

“King Alesi, you are late for your meeting with Prince Lykaon!” Ezra shouted from the other side of the door as Matilda fucked his king into the bedding.

“He’s so annoying,” she panted.