Page 159 of Hunted

Oh holy demons of Hell.

My jaw drops as I watch him suck at my core, his eyes rolling with pleasure as he tastes my virgin blood – and no, I did not think he meant it literally before.

A feral convulsion hits him and for a second I think he’s been electrified.

His fingers dig deep into my thighs almost to the point of pain and I feel him lap furiously at my entrance. ‘Fuck, Eira. Your taste… it’s…’ I can barely make out the words as he shakes his head, then dives back in. Even more feral this time.

‘Valentin!’

The male who surges up two seconds later is even more unhinged. Hair falling over his face, eyes ablaze with manic craving, he thrusts back inside me.

‘More,’ he groans, then bares his fangs in a silent roar. ‘You will take more.’

This time he drives in deeper, stopping when he hits my very end.

I cry out again, the rush so intense it knocks the breath from my lungs and replaces it with another I can’t stop.

Every nerve in my body ignites at once, pleasure turning molten, then liquid, flooding through me, my knees softening as if my body is trying to kneel.

The beast above me fucks me with relentless rhythm, gliding through a heated channel that can barely accommodate him, a channel he’s hellbent on claiming.

The moment it shifts fully into pleasure, it’s like the whole world catches fire.

Valentin moves with control that borders on worship, holding my gaze, kissing my mouth, my throat, repeatedly, silently and wickedly forecasting his intent.

‘Now, my beautiful little hunter.’ The words are thick and guttural against my throat.

And I find myself arching my neck, baring myself even better for him. Fingers dig into my hair to hold me in place.

My first scream comes with his hard slam deep in my pussy.

The second arrives when Valentin sinks his beautiful fangs deep into my throat.

The pain is instant. Electrifying.

And. So. Very. Exquisite.

It puts every eye-rolling gushing retelling of the experience I’ve heard from women and men over the years to horrible shame.

Between my thighs, I feel him grow thicker, his whole body trapped in endless shudders as Valentin pulls my life force into his mouth.

Swallows with groaning relish.

Then comes back for more.

Something flickers at the back of my mind. A warning I need to remember.

But I, too, am caught in the full grip of the heat and euphoria.

And the sensation that grips me deep inside, the one that feels like a thousand times more delicious than the feeble self-administered orgasms I’ve experienced in the past, barrels into me.

I scream as I explode. Keep screaming as Valentin’s mouth remains fused at my throat, suckling at the puncture wound as he fucks me through my climax.

I’m flying through the stars, bursting through one nova into the other. Absolutely certain there will be nothing left of me when he’s done with me.

And he keeps fucking and sucking. Pushing me through one climax into the other.

‘That’s it, little hunter. One more. You can do it.’