Page 24 of The Hunt of Night

My teeth grind together. “You think somebody did something on purpose?”

She shrugs. “It’s the only option I can come up with, and my father was even more unsure,” she admits, lowering her internal walls just an inch.

“He knew?”

“He knew,” she whispers, a small hint of disappointment on her tongue.

“How does that make you feel?” I want to know. I want to make it better. I want to take it all away.

Despite the burning desire inside of me, she shakes her head. “I can’t delve into that as well when I’m already hanging on by a thread.”

“If you leaned on me, maybe it wouldn’t feel so heavy,” I murmur, my pulse ringing in my ears as my claws sit just beneath the surface, desperate to rip the answers from her.

“The level of stability you think you have is almost amusing,” she says with a scoff, jaw tightening beneath my grip.

“Don’t disregard this, Addi. Don't disregard me.”

The air thickens around us, my words hang in the air as I silently plead for more from her, but it’s not words I get.

It’s her lips.

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ADRIANNA

Idon’t know whether I want him to shut up or if I just want the press of his lips against mine, but here I am, losing myself to him once again.

Not because of his growly presence.

Not because of the way he grips my pussy oh so perfectly.

Not because of the burning in his eyes that vibrates through the grip he has on my chin.

No.

It’s because of his fucking words.

Cassian’s. Words.

It can’t be real, but it’s impossible not to deepen our kiss.

His grip on my chin tightens as his free hand finds its way to my core again, parting my thighs, even from this angle, rendering me powerless in his hold as our lips meld together.

There’s nothing light about each pass of our mouths, but they somehow get stronger, harsher, needier.

My palms press against his chest, his pecs firm beneath my touch as my fingers curl into his t-shirt. I should push him away, that’s what my brain is saying, but my body has a different idea altogether.

More. More. More.

Heat consumes me as Cassian’s grip on my chin finally loosens, but it’s only so he can wrap his hand around the back of my neck, controlling me even more.

His teeth rake over my bottom lip, earning a desperate groan from my lips as I try to nip him back but fail miserably. It doesn’t stop me from attempting again and again, powerless to his strength as he snickers.

“You’re feral, just like a wolf. Hot to the core, just like a wolf. Mine. Just like a wolf. It all makes sense now,” he rasps, making my heart race as I force my eyes open, sluggishly blinking at him in confusion.

“What does?”

“You. Me. Fae. Wolf. Half-wolf.” He cements each word with his lips on mine, melting what little of my brain was working.

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