Page 40 of Hunt Me

Alas, she made it.

She opened the door and came face to face with the so-called ruthless vampire king himself.

Matilda was annoyed. Not by the smug look of victory on his face but by the satchel Belzar held that was overburdened with gold.

“Did you count your money, Belzar? This one can’t be trusted,” she said, jutting her chin toward Luka. “I wouldn’t be surprised if you were short a few gold pieces.” The orc, who, for once, appeared as sober as the day he was born, looked at his feet guiltily.

“I’m sorry, Matilda, but this kind of money is life-changing. I can pay off my debts and perhaps have enough money to buy a bride and build her a nice house in the countryside.”

“You don’t have to explain yourself to me. Thank you for all you’ve done for me, but I will be off now to certain death.”

Luka rolled his eyes. He couldn’t help but think the huntress was truly insufferable, but the blood that ran through her was worth one hundred times more than that measly bounty.

“Let’s go, huntress,” he said, motioning for a guard to shackle her wrists.

“Belzar, will you say the eulogy at my funeral?” she called out as she was led away. With assistance, she climbed into the waiting carriage. It pulled away with a gentle rock. Matilda watched with a silent smile as Belzara pummeled her twin for handing her over to the authorities.

“Is the female orc a dear friend of yours?”

“She is. And her name is Belzar.”

Luka nodded, leaning back into the cushioned bench. “He was eager to betray you. Does that not anger you?”

“That depends,” Matilda said, finally setting her gaze on him.

“On what?”

“That depends on what you plan to do to me.”

Luka grinned, revealing the sharp points of his fangs. A cold unease settled over Matilda. Whatever he had in mind, she had a feeling she would not like it.

***

Matilda screamed as Luka repeatedly plunged into her in the back of the carriage. She sat in his lap with her back against his chest and her legs spread as far as they could go. Her shackled wrists rested behind his head, keeping them locked together in an embrace.

“Huntress, do you need help coming?” he whispered in her ear as his fingers circled her clit.

“N-no,” she whimpered.

“I think you do. Where shall I bite you?”

“No biting. No biting. No biting,” she rushed out as her release neared. “Fuck me harder,” she moaned.

Luka loved the sound of that. He scooted lower in the seat, giving himself more room to upward thrust. He fondled a bouncing breast with one hand and massaged her clit with the other. He slapped her clit and was blessed with a gush of her sweet juices. He came deep inside her, filling her until his cum burst forth and spilled from her.

Moans and harsh pants filled the carriage as they caught their bearings.

Blissfully, Matilda asked, “Did you truly give Belzar the money?”

“Of course not. Why would I reward disloyalty? He received ten thousand copper pieces instead.”

“The rumors are true. You are ruthless. That won’t even be enough to cover his debt.”

“I punish where I see fit, Matilda Helsing.” Her eyes snapped open in shock. “Imagine my surprise when I discovered your surname was not Beaumont but Helsing. You are of the same lineage of hunters who killed my queen.”

“Oh, my,” Matilda whispered.

“Oh, my, is right.”