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I start to pant with desire to have more of him inside, and I press against him, while one of my hands slips between my legs to touch myself. I’ve never touched myself.

“So fucking eager to come again,” he groans, and then pushes the rest of his length in, burying himself. He grabs me by the hair and wraps my raven locks in his fist.

My fingers press against my clit as he begins to thrust in and out of me, now having been places my monster never was.

Fuck you, demons.

Fuck you, nightmare.

Jude is a fucking god, and as he pounds into my ass, I don’t feel broken anymore. I don’t feel like the unwanted, invisible fuck up. I feel sexy. I feel like the me I was supposed to be.

I scream out his name as a second orgasm bellows through my body. Jude’s cock pulses with his release as my ass clenches around him, taking every ounce he’ll give. He collapses forward, his body slick against mine as he drags in a breath.

“Holy fucking shit,” Jude rasps, his head buried in my neck.

I keep my head down as he pulls out, fighting off a warm feeling trickling through my body. I’m going to be so fucking sore.

And I think I’m in love with him.

His arms wrap around me as he scoops me up, just like he did when he carried me to the couch in the middle of my chaos. I cling to him, realizing there’s one more thing I need him to do for me.

“Jude,” I say his name softly, catching his gaze. “I need your help.”

“You want me to kill him?” he offers as we enter the bathroom. “Just say the word and I will.”

I shake my head. “No, I need you to help me find him, so I can kill him.”

Jude studies my face for a few seconds and then grins. “Your wish is my command, little killer.” He gently sets me to my feet and reaches past me to start the shower. I nod, leaning against him as he helps me step under the warm water. Maybe I could find my monster on my own...

But what is a huntress without her hound?

Chapter 31

The Hound

In the time that I shower with Cher, Henry calls twice. The third time, I pick it up, bracing for what’s to come.

“Lydia’s here,” Henry says, his light tone a relief. It’s strange how we work out our tiffs—which consists of not working them out at all. He just wakes up one day and decides that we’re fine. It’s toxic, but whatever. I don’t give a shit. Besides, I’m fully aware that it’s going to get much, much worse when I relay the news that I’m keeping his sister forever.

“Are the dogs getting along?” I ask, motioning to Cher to hurry up. She needs to get back home, and I need to get to work. She’s finally asked for my help, and you better fucking believe I’m going to come through for her. I would’ve done it whether she wanted it or not, though.

“Yeah, they’re fine. I’m just hoping my sister will decide to show up soon.” He sounds slightly irritated, but Lydia’s laughter in the background causes him to stop mid-frustration, and he tells her something I can’t make out.

“I’m sure she was just out with her friends or whatever.” I shoot Cher a look as she pulls on her shorts and buttons them.

“I’m aware. I think she’s starting to get tired of me,” Henry mutters. “But anyway, are you too busy to come over?”

“Um,” I hesitate, breathing out a sigh. “I can drop by for a few minutes, but then I have shit I need to do. Took a side job.”

There’s a pause. “This has to do with those dead guys, huh?”

I don’t lie. “Yeah, it does, but I don’t think it’ll take me long.”

“Whatever floats your boat.”

“Yeah, see you in a bit.” We hang up, and I turn to Cher, who winces as she takes a step forward. Guilt and satisfaction collide in my chest as I slide my phone into my shorts. I don’t like the fact she’s sore, but I do like how it happened.

“I have to get a new phone,” Cher says to me, blowing out a sharp breath. “I don’t really want to go anywhere without one.”

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