Page 26 of The Hunt of Night

He fucks me.

Hard. Fast. Primal.

His fingers dig deliciously hard into my flesh, marking me as proof of this moment as I struggle to keep myself propped up.

I match every swing of his hips with one of my own, falling apart with every pass, but I falter when his hands release me, and with his next thrust, I fall forward. He doesn’t stop, tumbling with me as he fucks me into the ground.

The earth beneath me presses into my skin, dirtying me, just like he wants.

His grunts ring in my ears as ecstasy coats my skin, and a moment later, his hands are back on me, but this time, there’s something on his fingertips.

He draws shapes along my back while his thrusts remain just as relentless and unhinged.

I can’t see what he’s doing, and that’s only adding to the bliss coiling in my core. My pussy clenches around his length, in need of release as my clit brushes against the ground with every slam of his hips.

“That’s it, Alpha. Take from me. Come on my cock and mark me as yours. That’s what I am, aren’t I?Yours. Say it. Fucking say it,” he rasps as his hand presses down on the side of my face, pushing me even further into the grass and soil beneath me.

I gasp and moan, but the words don’t come out.

“Say it, Addi. Say it now,” he bites, his other hand coming down on my ass with a harsh slap.

My body explodes, the impending need inside of me taking over as wave after wave of frenzied desire courses through me. My vision blurs, my muscles coiling tight to obliterate at his touch.

“Say it!” he barks, his moves coming more jagged as he leans over me, pressing his chest against my back as he claims every inch of me. “I need the words, Alpha. Take me over the edge with you.”

It’s a plea. One I can’t seem to deny.

“You’re mine.”

“Again.”

“You’remine, Cassian.”

His hips stop as the pulse of his cock inside me vibrates my walls, and I find myself shivering around him once again. His climax takes me over another peak of pleasure, leaving me drenched in mud, but not his release, a thought that feels like a twinge of disappointment, even in my sex-induced haze.

My pulse rings in my ears, my mind refusing to acknowledge what I said and how much I meant it.

I’m gone for him, for them, and there’s nothing I can do about it.

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Dragging my fork across my plate, I prod at the food, my appetite not quite there. I know why. I know it without a doubt, and all it does is sour my mood more. The empty seat across from me is adding to it with every passing second, reconfirming with every fleeting glance that the company I would like to be keeping isn’t here. A whole dining hall of people, and the one I want to see the most is off somewhere with the annoying wolf I happen to call my friend.

“How long are we supposed to just let him have her to himself?” I grumble, dramatically dropping my fork as a huff echoes in my ears.

Flora scoffs, earning my glare, but she continues to smother her grin, unfazed by my silent threat.

“What?”

She shakes her head, the amusement dancing in her eyes as she turns to peer at me. “Do you hear yourself?”

“What’s your point?”

“Don’t take it out on her,” Arlo interjects from the other side of her, eyes narrowed as his jaw tics. I don’t need his bullshit on top of my own.

“Alright, Arlo, calm yourself. He’s good,” Kryll states, waving him off, and to my surprise, he does relax at his words. Kryll to the rescue. Who knew?

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