Page 74 of The Fire Went Wild

I’ve only done this once before, with a dead girl and half a bottle of lube. But Charlotte is so easy to fuck.

And so unbelievably wet.

“If you’re going to fuck my ass,” she gasps. “Fucking do it already.”

My cock is screaming the same thing at me, but I need to get myself good and slippery again. I pull my hands away from Charlotte and slide my cock into her with one firm stroke, leaning over to get as deep into her pussy as I can. Charlotte starts working her hips, fucking me, but I push down her legs to still her.

“Patience,” I tell her as I slide my now-drenched cock out of her cunt and line it up with her asshole.

Charlotte whimpers softly as I press my cockhead through the tight ring of muscle. “Shhh,” I whisper. “You’re a Hunter. You can take me.”

She nods, her expression determined. I reward her with my clean fingers on her clit, drawing out more of her arousal to ease my passage. The Unnamed growls inside me, eager to claim her. Because I’ve already had her in two holes. Finished in two holes.

It’s time to take the third.

I keep rubbing her clit as I slide my cockhead into her ass. Her body clamps down on me, and I groan at the squeeze of it. Push a little more. She takes deep, careful breaths and shoves her hands up under her shirt to play with her tits.

I slide a finger into her pussy.

“Fuck!” she cries out, jolting up against me

“Be still,” I order, although I’m deep enough inside her that it doesn’t matter. I’m deep enough inside her, in fact, that I start to thrust a little, slow and careful. The Unnamed wants me to go faster, wants me to destroy her, but I hiss at him. She’smyHunter. I’ll train her—and reward her—as I see fit.

And what I want right now is for her to come again.

“That’s it,” I breathe, gently stroking the spongy wetness inside her cunt, drawing out more shivers and quakes. “You’retaking me so good, cher.” All the while I pump in and out of her asshole, keeping my strokes slow and sensuous. Charlotte yanks her shirt and bra up, giving me a beautiful view of her soft, pillowy breasts and the swollen pink nipples she keeps abusing with her fingers. I knew there was a reason I wanted to do this with her on her back.

She doesn’t respond to me with words, just desperate grunts and moans. Her body trembles; her clit flutters. She’s close to coming. So am I. Her tight little asshole has a death grip on my cock, and I don’t know if I’m going to hold out much longer.

“You gonna come for me again?” I ask her. “You deserve it. You put up a good fight.”

Charlotte’s eyes flutter open and lock into mine. She still doesn’t smell exactly like a Hunter, but that expression in her gaze is pure predatory lust. “You liked it, didn’t you?” I grin. “Fighting me? Making me bleed?”

“Yes,” she gasps out, squeezing her tits tighter. I slide another finger into her pussy. Fuck her ass a little harder. If she was going to say anything else, it’s lost now, with the way her eyes roll back and her back arches and her soft round stomach trembles. But then she surprises me. “Fuck, Jaxon, I’m going—I’m going to?—”

And then her words really do leave her. She dissolves into a long, throaty wail, and the whole lower half of her body contracts around my cock. I keep stroking her inner walls. Keep thumbing her clit. And keep thrusting into her asshole, because my balls are tight against my body and heat keeps building in my stomach and the Unnamed’s whispers are a hurricane in my head. It wants this, me and Charlotte joined together. This is how it’s meant to be—me and her. Hunters aren’t as solitary as some of us like to think.

And that’s the thought that pushes me over the edge, that I’ve finally found it.Her. My partner. My mate. In killing and fuckingand loving, all of it. Another Hunter with whom I can share everything.

I roar as my cum erupts inside her her ass, and then I slump down, burying my face in her tits. She’s still gasping, trying to catch her breath, but her hand comes up and touches the back of my head. Her fingers comb through my hair—a gentle, loving touch. Faint. A little distracted, a little lazy. A little afterthought.

No woman’s ever touched me like that.

I press my nose into the valley between her breasts, then kiss her soft, trembling skin, licking away the beads of sweat there. I’m afraid to look up, afraid that when I do, I’ll see her disdain when what I want more than anything is to see her love.

So I pull myself away, keeping my eyes on her body instead. She gleams with sweat, and we made a mess on the table, our mixed arousal glistening on the wood.

“Jaxon.”

It gives me a jolt, hearing her say my name. Reminds me of how she said it right before she came. But she doesn’t say now like it’s a bad thing. Or like I’m a bad thing.

I force myself to meet her eyes. She looks pleasure drunk. Sated.

But also sad, and it feels like someone’s squeezing my heart in my chest.

“What—what’s wrong?” I ask, even though I really don’t want to hear her answer.

Charlotte sits up. Her hair’s a mess, sticking up from where I had her pressed against the table. Her skin’s flushed, her lips swollen. Bruises are already forming on her neck where I kissed her a little too hard.

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