Page 147 of Hunt for You

“Yes,” I breathed.

He snarled. “This isallyou want—”

“No!”

“Don’t lie to me, Bridget.”

“I’m-I’m not. There’s… there’s something about you, Cain. I wantyou.”

He went still for a moment, then pulled his hand away like my skin burned him.

He started to ease back, and I panicked.

“No! Cain!” I grabbed for him, but he fended me off and turned back to my bedroom, prowling back to Ronald’s crumpled form on the floor—one arm in a strange position thatmade me a little sick. I thought Cain had dislocated his shoulder and…

And it didn’t matter because Cain was pacing the floor of my bedroom, back and forth in front of Ronald.

“Bodies are evidence, Bridget. Difficult to hide.”

“I know. I wasn’t—I didn’t know he was coming. I swear, Cain. I thought it was you!”

Back and forth, his huge body prowling like a lion’s, his head shaking, but I could tell his gaze never left Ronald for long.

“This isn’t a game—I’m not playing anymore,” he growled.

“Me either. I swear. I wasn’t—”

He stopped dead and whirled to face me, pointing one man-hand at the floor at his feet. “Last chance, Bridget. You say the safe word and I leave. I’ll take this fucker with me. He won’t bother you again and this is over. Say it, or this ends on the next hunt.”

“Wasn’t… wasn’t that tonight?” I breathed.

“I told you—no one else chooses this for me—for us!” he snapped. “Make your choice, Bridget. Safe word. Or the last hunt?”

I licked my lips and said nothing, because now that he was here… I didn’t want either of those things. That was the truth.

“Bridget,” he snarled, a warning in his tone. “I’m not fucking playing.”

“I’m not giving you the safe word. Ever,” I whispered. “I mean it.”

With a menacing growl, he came for me again, grabbing me, lifting me, slamming me up against that wall again, prying my thighs apart with his knee, then reaching for me, hiking me up with one hand to keep me high, and invading me with the other, using the pad of his thumb on my clit at the same time he finger fucked me and pleasure rocked through me.

I gasped and grabbed for his shoulders, my head thunking back against the wall as he leaned in, catching the bottom of the mask on my shoulder and nudging it up so he could open his mouth on my neck, and suckinghard.Marking me, I realized.

I curled one hand over his head, cursing that hood and that mask, desperate to touch his skin and see his face. I reached down with the other, trying to find him—his buckle, his hard length—but his body was in the way and he was too strong, and—

“One more, Bridget,” he came off my neck and whispered hoarsely. “There’s only one more—take what you need now, because the next time I find you, this ends.”

“But… I needyou.”

“You’ve got me… for now. Take it, Bridget. Take what you want.”

Letting my head fall back against the wall, I kept my eyes on his mask, trying to find his gaze as I began rolling my hips, urging him on, seeking that release. He shuddered as my hip thrusts grew shorter and faster and I rode his hand, never looking away until my body was rising, rising toward the climax. But then, just as I reached that height, he groaned and let me go so unexpectedly, my arms flailed and I clawed hands into his shoulders, feeling like I was about to fall.

But he’d only let me slide down the wall, down his body, so my feet reached the floor, and now he was dropping to his knees in front of me.

“Cain, what—”

He tipped his head up, his face still obscured by that mask, his chest heaving. Then he slid one hand up the back of my leg, cupped it behind my knee and lifted it, hooking it over his shoulder.

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