Page 45 of Hunt Me

Luka scoffed. “You didn’t speak enough during dinner? I figured you’d want to give that mouth of yours a rest.”

“The last thing you’d do if you got your hands on me is let my mouth rest.”

He shot her a slow lopsided grin. He couldn’t argue—it was the truth. He was always sticking something in her mouth—his tongue, fingers… his dick. His shaft throbbed in his palm as he thought about all he wanted to do to her beneath the stars. His memories stole him away to their carriage ride and how she rode him hard while sucking on his fingers that caressed her uvula at the back of her throat.

“You speak the truth. Talk, woman. I have a mouth to fill.”

Silence fell between them now that she had the floor. She half-expected the vampire king to reject her refusal and distract her with sex. Instead of snapping at her, Luka remained patient and examined her soft features from across the heated pool. He noticed the scarring at her hairline when the cold wind tousled her curly bangs, and he couldn’t recall if he thoroughly apologized for smashing her head in the window.

“Feel free to deny me, but you never talk about Queen Anastasia.”

Luka’s eyes narrowed.

“Why would I?”

“I-I don’t know. I’m curious. What were her assigned duties?”

Luka took a moment to think.

“To be happy and bear my heirs.”

“That’s it?” she asked incredulously.

“That’s it. She wasn’t great with the public due to her timidness.”

“So, all I have to do is be happy and pop out a babe for you?”

“Not exactly. You will become my vampire-human liaison.”

“Essentially, you want me to convince the humans that you’re an exceptional king and that you only want the best for them, and they should follow you like sheep to the slaughter?”

“Essentially.”

“And I’m supposed to tell you if they’re planning a coup to remove you from power?”

“You’re catching on.”

“Perhaps I’ll keep that last one to myself,” Matilda teased as she crossed the pool.

“Is that so?” he asked, almost breathless as she traversed towards him.

She sighed as he gathered her in his arms. “I can see it now,” she declared, straddling his lap. “I’ll restore power to the humans, and we’ll live happily ever after.”

“They’ll behead you for being a traitor, you foolish woman.”

“Mhm, yes. Thank you for the reminder,” she whispered, tracing a finger along the jagged scars David had left across Luka’s chest. “Thank you.”

“For?”

“For saving my ass from the werewolves.”

“No need to thank me. I had ulterior motives.”

She giggled. “Your honesty is always refreshing. I’m curious. How did the fight go? You’ve rebuffed me every time I’ve asked.”

“Why won’t you let it go?” he said, groaning into her shoulder.

“Can you blame me for wanting a full account?”