Page 7 of Immortal Hunter
“There are three of us.” Why was she telling him this? He was a Hunter. Her mortal enemy. But Kára wanted him in a way she’d never wanted another man—not even before she’d been turned.
“Are ya’ all this…eager?”
She laughed, the sensation not one she was used to. “My sisters and I are nothing alike.”
“Sisters?” Ewan pulled her closer, his arms so warm, she felt safe for the first time in centuries. “Born? Or made?”
“M-made.” Kára didn’t want to talk about them. Or her sire. Or the scars from his torture. But Ewan’s voice was like a siren song she couldn’t ignore. “We were made by a terrible man who tried to turn us into his weapons. We escaped when he tried to end my younger sister’s existence. Seeing her about to die a second time…gave me the strength to fight back.”
She laid her head on his chest, and Ewan stroked her back. “Ya’ saved them both?”
“Yes.” The memories came on hard and fast. Mist bleeding. Herja’s curses as she tried to get Mist to drink. Hagen’s roar as he came at Kára with a broadsword.
“Shhh, luv. Yer safe here with me.” Ewan’s voice brought her back, and he rolled her onto her back, propped himself up on an elbow, and stared down at her. “I read this book once.Dinna kenthe name. But it talked about how a person is the sum of everythin’ that’s ever happened to them. The bad and the good. Yer a beauty, Kára. Strong. Brave to fight yer maker and save yer kin.”
Her eyes burned, and she swallowed hard as she met his gaze. “Thank you, Ewan, the former Hunter. You have given me a gift tonight.”
Pulling him down to meet her lips, she swept her tongue over his, teasing as she dug her fingers into his ass cheeks and felt him harden for her once more.
Ewan ran a finger along the edge of her panties, and now it was Kára’s turn to shiver. Her arousal soaked the thin scrap of cotton and lace between her thighs, and when Ewan delved under the elastic, he broke off the kiss and swore softly. “Yer so wet, luv.”
“So do something about it.”
Ewan flipped her before she’d even finished her sentence, and when he slid the panties down her hips, she let her eyes flutter closed. Yes. This was what she needed. Someone to remember she was a woman. Even if she was a badass vampire.
His lips found a nipple, and he scored his teeth over the taut nub. Kára moaned as the sensation shot directly to her core. As he lavished attention over her left breast, the thudding sensation returned to her chest. Once. Twice. Three times.
What the hell?
Before she could examine it, figure out what was going on with her body, Ewan trailed kisses down her stomach, over some of the worst of the scarring from Hagen’s years of torture.
Yet, he didn’t seem to care that she was disfigured, ruined. If anything, he treated each of the scars like they were badges of honor. To be worshipped, not hated.
“Yer beautiful, lass,” Ewan whispered from just above her mound. Kára’s blond curls were already soaked, and she ached for him to fill her, but she wanted one amazing climax first. And that…she’d only ever been able to have from a man’s tongue.
“You are blind, Ewan. But capable, I believe. Lower.” Balling her fingers in the sheets, she held on for her very existence as he ran his tongue along her slick folds.
“Fuck me,” he said against her clit. Kára keened and spread her legs further. Ewan grabbed her hips and traced a light pattern over the little bud. “What do ya’ like, luv?”
“Hard and fast. Teeth. Pain,” she managed.
When he bit down, Kára imploded, her release gripping her entire body, sending pleasure and warmth from her head down to her toes, which now curled in the sheets.
Waves of sensation overtook her, each one stronger than the last, and dammit if she didn’t want more.
“Inside me,” she said. “Now.”
“I dinnae have any protection, lass.” Ewan sat back on his heels, regret tinging his features. “I dinnae think…”
“I cannot become pregnant by a human,” Kára said, her words rushed in her need to have him fill her. “Nor am I affected by any human diseases. It is safe. Fuck me, Ewan.”
He didn’t need a second invitation. Slamming home with a single thrust, he grunted as she wrapped her legs around his hips. “Don’t…be…gentle,” Kára ordered. “Or I’ll have to glamour you…”
“Ya’ want it rough, I can do rough.”
And he did. They found their rhythm quickly, Ewan’s speed shocking her. For a human, he kept up with her like they were made for one another. Kára’s fangs ached, and she nuzzled his neck until he angled his head for her.
“Go ahead. Just…don’t drain me…dry,” he grunted as he dug his fingers into her hips and held on tight.
