Page 43 of The Fire Went Wild

But neither of them compares to having Charlotte pinned up against the tree, her hot, wet cunt pressing down on my leg.

Claim her,whispers the Unnamed. It wants me to fuck her. Iwantto fuck her, desperately. I just don’t think she wants to fuck me.

Especially since my dumb ass implied I want to kill her.

“Y-you said you can’t.” Charlotte stares up at me with glassy, terrified eyes and tries to jerk away, the scent of her fear an absolutely devastating aphrodisiac. I grip her thick right hip with my free hand, pinning her down in three places at once: throat, hip, cunt.

“Yeah, that came out wrong.” I cringe, hearing myself say it, but something flickers across Charlotte’s face. I massage her throat, rubbing my thumb over her frantic, fluttering pulse. Shestiffens again, the sweet honeysuckle scent of her fear nearly overwhelming me.

I want to kiss her so badly. I know what her pussy tastes like, and now I want to taste her mouth. But I also want her to kiss me back, to lick the blood off my neck and run her tongue over the faint, sensitive scar where she killed me, the chain digging deep into my flesh.

“I’m not going to literally kill you.” I brush my lips against her cheeks as I talk, breathing in more of her scent. “Although even if I did—you’d be fine.”

“What?” She pulls away from me again, more forcefully this time. I let her neck go. Not the rest of her. I can’t help but notice that the movement has her grinding her pussy down on my leg, and I return that favor with delight, pressing my thigh up against her until she gasps and bites her bottom lip.

“It’s complicated.” I knead the flesh at her hip the way I did when I was eating her out earlier, and the memory makes my cock strain against my pants. I didn’t think I could get any harder after dispatching those two interlopers, whoever the fuck they were. I’ll worry about them later. Charlotte, my Hunter who is not a Hunter, feels much more important right now.

Much morewarm.

Much morealive.

Charlotte searches my face, her pupils blown out. Is it to see me in the dark? Is it because I’m still grinding my knee up against her pussy, and she’s rolling her hips in return, ever so slightly? I think it might be both.

“You were dead.”

She says it suddenly and very, very softly, like she didn’t intend for me to hear it. I do, though. All my senses are on high alert.

“Yeah,” I say. “That’s why I said you killed me.”

And then, before she can react and before I can talk myself out of it, I kiss her.

For a moment, neither of us move. I don’t try to deepen the kiss, but she doesn’t pull away, either.

And then she tilts her head and parts her lips and kisses me back, the tip of her tongue pressing into my mouth. I’m so stunned I almost forget to react. But then my body takes over, and I slide my tongue over hers, licking her and tasting her. Devouring her in a brand new way. I force myself to go slow so I don’t seem too eager, and it seems like the right move because Charlottes makes a soft whimpering noise and draws her hand around my neck, holding my head as she deepens the kiss and ruts against my leg.

Then she breaks it, gasping. All her living blood and heat rise to the surface of her skin, and she stares up at me, eyes wide with shock. Confusion.

“I killed you,” she says breathlessly.

“And you did it so fucking beautifully.”

I capture her in another kiss. I don’t want to talk. I don’t want to explain what it means to be a Hunter or try to figure out how she got to be twenty-nine years old without knowing what she is. I don’t want to deal with the headless corpses in my yard.

I want to fuck a living woman for the first time in my life.

“How—?” She pulls away from me just long enough to start to ask the question, and I kiss her again to keep her from finishing it. The question melts into a low, satisfied moan as she rides my thigh, her hands clenching at my blood-soaked shirt.

But Charlotte’s persistent. After a few seconds, she stops the kiss and jerks away from me, her hand on my chest to hold me in place. She doesn’t have a Hunter’s strength; I could overpower her easily, just as I could have when she was killing me. But the gods never lie, and I saw the shimmer in those moments before my death. I felt the connection of seeing another one of my kind.

It doesn't make any sense, but I recognized her as I died. It was the last thought I had as I slipped into oblivion, before my gods woke me back up.

“Stop it,” she says. “Stop distracting me. Ican’t—Not withyou?—”

“Why not?” Because she’s still humping my leg, smearing her arousal with my latest victims’ blood and the muddy water from the creek.

“Youkidnappedme. You—” Her eyes flash. “You assaulted me.”

Embarrassed heat flushes into my cheeks. “I didn’t want to disappoint you,” I mutter.

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