Page 62 of The Hunt of Night

I want more.

I need more.

I have to have her falling apart at my touch. Now.

Clamping my teeth around her swollen nub, I thrust two fingers into her core, relishing in the noises that come from her mouth as her fingers dig into my green cloak that lies beneath her.

I twist my finger inside, feeling her walls clench around me as I rake my teeth over her clit. Her hips move, her pussy grinding against my face as she takes as much as I give.

“Cass. Cass. Cass.” Her chants are fucking ecstasy through my veins as she moves, each grind of her hips searching for the release I’m so desperate to give her.

“Come for me, Alpha. Let me taste you.”

I don’t relent in my efforts, letting the rhythm take control as her fingers find their way into my hair, taking the last nudge she needs to tumble over the edge of ecstasy. Her cries grow louder, her movements erratic as spasm after spasm rocks through her limbs.

Lapping her release, her sweetness coats my tongue as my dick grows impossibly hard. The neglect it feels is warranted, but it’s all for a good cause.

With my need now pounding throughout my entire body, I remove my fingers from Addi’s core and hover above her. I’mout of my clothes as quick as my next breath, unable to stand the material between us any longer.

“Now I’m going to make you mine,” I rasp, nudging at her entrance with my cock, when a knock sounds from the door. “Fuck.”

“Ignore it, Cass,” she breathes, pleading as she wraps her legs around my waist, encouraging me deeper.

I nod in agreement but push back so I can’t feel her pussy against my cock. It’s too much. She’s too much. “Condom,” I grunt, sliding open my nightstand drawer to retrieve one. I can sense the refusal on her lips before she even utters a word. Shaking my head, I sheath my cock as I offer her a clipped explanation. “If I come in you bare, Alpha, I’ll fucking mark you, seal us together, and make you my fated mate. I don’t think we can make decisions like that in a state like this.”

It probably doesn’t make any sense to her, it doesn’t in my own ears, but she doesn’t argue when I realign myself at her entrance with the condom securely in place.

Another knock.

Fuck.

“Please, Cassian,” she pleads, fingers reaching for my arms, nails digging into my biceps as I groan.

“Not before I’ve had my fill of your sweet cunt,” I bite, thrusting into her with one swift move. My eyes roll to the back of my head as I fill her.

Gripping her chin with one hand, I fist the other in the cloak and sheets that are spread beneath her, desperate for leverage as I thrust into her again and again, unrelenting as the sound of skin on skin slaps around the room.

She claws at my back, hands making their way to my throat as she cries out louder with every pass of my hips, and I see stars. Her legs release from around my waist as she plants her feet onthe mattress and shifts her hips, matching my movements as we collide together again and again.

“That’s it, Alpha. Fuck me.”

Her back arches off the bed as she takes every inch of me. Her blond hair scatters across my sheets, across my space, my cloak beneath her providing the perfect contrast, and I can’t take it anymore.

“Come with me,” I growl as euphoria dances over my skin, coiling my muscles tight. Ecstasy claims me.Sheclaims me. I feel her pussy clamp down around my cock, riding another orgasm at my touch, and it makes me pulse again.

Another knock at the door, followed by the sound of Kryll’s voice, ends the hope of being left to swim in the pool of our afterglow.

“You good?” I stroke a loose tendril of hair back off her face as she smiles whimsically up at me with a nod.

“Better than good. But we better get that before they start trying to break the door down,” she muses, reaching up to cup my face. “I can’t believe I healed you,” she whispers, still in awe at what she does to me, and I smile down at her, my heart beating wildly as the truth slips from my lips.

“You heal every part of me.”

26

ADRIANNA

The reflection in the mirror staring back at me looks…disheveled, and that’s putting it nicely. My panties are tattered, and the pair of boxers that Cassian offered as an alternative rests on the vanity beside me. I’d have to turn the waistband on them at least five times, so it’s not worth the effort.

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