Page 133 of Hunted

My tongue darts out, just a quick taste, and his flavour explodes over me. Salt and something darker. Something him.

A groan rumbles in his chest. ‘That’s it, little hunter,’ he growls. ‘Take me in. Show me what that pretty mouth can do.’

I wrap my lips around the head, heart hammering. He’s bigger than I expect, the stretch of my mouth around him almost overwhelming.

But I want this.

I want to hear him lose control. Want to feel him shudder beneath me.

Hollowing my cheeks, I take him deeper, swirling my tongue around the ridge of his crown.

He growls, then hisses, his hips lifting slightly, feeding me more. Claw-tipped fingers tangle in my hair for one scant moment before he drags it back to the iron bars, and I sense Valentin doesn’t quite trust himself.

And I’m not sure why that makes my heart beat faster.

‘You want to bite me?’ he says, voice raw. ‘Go ahead. Use your teeth. Scrape them up the underside.’

Nerves dissolving under the weight of his naked want, I nip him.

More when he growls, ‘Harder.’

My teeth graze his sensitive skin, and his cock jerks in response, a bead of pre-cum spilling onto my tongue. I moan around him, and the vibration makes his thighs tremble.

‘Good girl,’ he rasps. ‘Now take more. As much as you can.’

I stroke and suck, meeting the subtle thrusts of his hips. Hungry for more of this incredible feeling, I go deeper, relaxing my throat enough to let him slide in. My gag reflex protests, but I push through, eyes watering when the tip of him hits the back of my throat.

His groan is raw. Almost pained.

‘You may yet win this challenge, little hunter, taking my cock like you were made for it. But you can do better. Use your hands. Stroke the base while you suck.’

His filthy instructions send torrents of heat straight to my core.

I pull back just enough to wrap my fingers around him, then pump him slowly, twisting my wrist the way I’ve touched myself, only tighter. Firmer.

His hips buck, driving him back into my mouth.

‘Be reminded that this isn’t one-way pleasuring, Eira,’ he growls, eyes fixed on my swaying breasts as he licks his lips, almost as if he’s imagining tasting them again.

‘I know,’ I whimper, licking his crown before gagging myself on his cock.

Why the sensation of him hitting the back of my throat drives my hand down between my legs, I’ll probably need to consult a textbook about later. Right now, it feels incredible to play with myself while I suck him.

Apparently it works for him too, because he swells harder in my mouth, tendons standing out in his neck as his arms strain on the bars.

Sliding my other hand between my thighs, I stroke my soaked pussy. I’m dripping, my clit swollen and throbbing. The first touch makes me gasp around his cock, my hips jerking.

My face burns but I don’t stop.

‘That’s it,’ he murmurs, voice dark with satisfaction. ‘I hear how wet you are, cacciatrice. Rub that pretty little cunt. Let me hear how much you love this.’

I whimper, fingers moving in tight, desperate circles. Pleasure coils low in my belly, tight and relentless. I’m so close already, my body wound tight as a bowstring.

But I can’t come yet.

Not until he does.

I suck him harder, seal my lips tighter around his shaft. Saliva drips down his length as my hand works in time with my mouth. And I’m rewarded with his ragged breaths, hips lifting off the bed in short, sharp thrusts.