Page 64 of The Huntress and Her Hound

I gasp for air, as my palms press into the concrete. This is exactly how I needed our first time to go. The voices are still quiet.

“Turn around,” Jude commands, his voice husky. “Now.”

I swallow hard, trembling as I tug my leggings up and shift my body to face him. I peer up, meeting his gaze. I want to fight him and worship him—all at the same time.

“Clean it up,” he instructs, and as I gape at his instruction, I’m met with his cock in my mouth. I choke as he shoves it down my throat. “Remember the taste of us, because that’s the way it’ll be from now on.”

I fist his jeans as he clenches my hair, my eyes watering as he thrusts into my mouth over and over. I cry out as his hard cock gags me, though the anger never comes as he uses my mouth with force. For some unknown reason, I take pleasure from being overpowered by him. I peer up at Jude, his frame towering over mine. I take in the blood still caked around his swelling nose, and wince at the sight.

That’s my fault.

His heavy eyes hold mine, and he stills, stopping me to brush away a rogue tear... And then comes right in my fucking mouth. This man is a fucking machine.

Jude retreats from my mouth and clamps my jaw shut with one hand as the other puts himself away. “Swallow.”

And I do.

This man has brought the Black Widow to her knees...

And made her swallow.

Chapter 23

The Hound

I run my thumb along Cher’s mouth, wiping away the dribble of saliva on her puffy bottom lip. She’s so fucking alluring right now, disheveled and filled with my cum. I meant it when I said I had no intention of doing things this way, but now that it’s done, it’s done.

And she’s mine.

That thought swells my chest, and I brush my fingers along her jaw, trailing my way to her neck. She peers up at me in silence, her body trembling. I’ve never felt so fucking seen by a woman in my life, but I can’t risk us staying here any longer. I lift her to her feet, and she stands shakily.

“Share your location,” I say, nodding to her purse. “Or I’ll do this all over again.”

Her eyes flash with a challenge, but she quietly pulls her phone out, and mine pings moments later with the notification. I still haven’t delved into the phone that I was given, and it’s back to burning a hole in my pocket now that this is over.

I ignore it, and usher her out of the alley. However, Cher stops and turns to me as soon as we’re out on the street.

“I don’t want to go home right now.” It’s the first thing she’s said since she had my dick in her mouth, and it’s confident—but also tinged with an emotion that sounds like fear, maybe? I can’t entirely read it as she grabs my forearm. “Jude, please.”

“You can’t stay with me,” I say, even though I hate every fucking word coming out of my mouth. “Henry will murder me, and I have to figure out how to approach him. He busted my nose for thinking I just looked at you.”

“Don’t make me go home,” Cher urges. “I can tell him that I was out with Sarah and crashed at her place. He’ll never know. I’ll get a ride home tomorrow morning.” Desperation in her voice has my gut churning. “Please.”

I can’t tell her no. “Okay. You can stay with me tonight, and then we’ll figure it out.” I love that she wants to be with me, but I’m fucking concerned at what this might mean for Henry. It wouldn’t surprise me if he came looking for her, given how fucked up this evening went.

Lydia needs to get here.

She’s the best distraction possible—and needs to be around when I tell him about Cher and me. The moment she walks in a room, Henry is gone. It’ll be even more that way now they’ve been apart, and she’s his only voice of reason.

“I did it on purpose.” Cher’s voice comes out stronger, and the way she blushes when I turn my head to gaze down at her has my heart rattling my ribcage with an uneven canter.

“Yeah?” I chuckle. “It was courageous.”

Her soft smile fades as her eyes divert to her shoes. “I don’t think so.”

“I do.” I grab her hand and squeeze it. We’re walking straight into the unknown, and even though she’s mine in body, she still has so many secrets. I still don’t think she’s told me the full truth about anything at all.

But I’ll take the time it takes to peel her apart.

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