Page 9 of Hunted on Halloween

“My people call it the mate bond,” he told her as he licked around her nipples while his fingers played with her breasts. He squeezed, licked, sucked, and kissed. She needed more of it.

“The mate bond?” Her voice was shaky, unsure if the words would come out, but she tried anyway. “What is that?” Shivers were still licking her body, feeling like tongues of fire.

“My people experience it when they find the other half of their souls.” Was this real? “How was I to know? How could I believe your people experienced the same thing as mine? Then again, you’re not totally human. Are you, witchling?”

“Of course, I am.” How dare he question her humanity?

“Then tell me who your father is.”

She had no idea who her father was. Her mother wasn’t saying who he was and so, consequently, she changed the subject.

“Why am I naked while you’re clothed? Something seems wrong here to me.” Take that, Mr. Vampire.

He smiled down at her. The look in his eyes was gentle and not passionate. That wouldn’t do.

“All right, strip, because if you don’t get naked, I’m going to get dressed. I mean, does this seem fair to you?”

He laughed and stood, taking his clothes off faster than her eyes could track and soon he was standing in front of her, naked as the day he was born, and she was loving it. She raked her eyes down from his thick black hair to those navy eyes, his sharp nose, and then from his generous lips down to his chest.

“Beautiful.” He was perfect. Tia was having a hard time swallowing, looking at all of his perfection.

His muscles were sleek and begging to be touched. She wanted to lick his pecs. His nipples were calling out to her, begging to be licked.

Her eyes went down to his waist, to his six-pack and then farther down until she saw his cock, which was jutting out proudly. It was thick, crimson with a dark head. His thighs were compact, nothing but muscle.

She followed his legs down to his feet, darn it, she didn’t have a foot fetish, but they were sexy too. He had a swimmer’s build. Long and lean with enough muscle, to pick her up and carry her around. Her heart fluttered and her stomach tightened as tingles of pleasure moved through her.

She reached out. He took her hand and soon he was lying on the bed right next to her.

“Sexy,” she growled.

Tia placed both hands on his chest, and he rolled over onto his back. She climbed on top of him and she started with his lips, kissing and nipping until he opened with a sensuous sound. Tia greedily took his mouth until she was panting with the need to breathe.

Their eyes caught for a moment, and she swallowed hard, unable to decipher the lightning-quick emotions going on behind his.

“When I bite you, I’m going to join our lives together for all time.”

She had to have something to say about this, right? Why wasn’t she running away? It felt right. This was what she was waiting for. The one elusive thing that slipped through her grasp every time she reached for it.

“There is the trick or the treat every Halloween. Please let this be the treat.” Although she said it to him, it was also a prayer to anyone willing to listen.

This was the exact moment she decided to alter her life forever. She prayed not only that she lived through it, but that she never came to regret her rash decision.

She swooped down to his chest and took one of his nipples into her mouth while her hand went to his pecs exploring. His sighs of pleasure along with the way his body moved as if small tremors were wracking him spurred her on. She licked and nipped, placing the occasional kiss until a loud groan came from him.

“Mercy,” he growled.

That’s what she was waiting for. Tia needed to know she was affecting him as badly as he was getting to her. She worked her way down his body until she was stroking his six-pack. That’s where she stopped to lick and nibble. Looking at his hard pecs and six-pack went to her head. Then she carried on until his thick erection was in her face.

She licked the head of it, tasting his pre-cum.

“Not yet, witchling.” Tieran growled and pulled her up his body. With one swift move, he turned them over so that she was caught under him. “Tell me again,” he whispered into her ear. His voice sounded like a heavy hand caressing the softest of silk.

“Yes, make me yours,” Tia cried out. She couldn’t help herself. His erection was lying against the lips of her pussy. The heat of it was going through her body. Her nipples were pressed against his chest and, as close as she was, she craved to be closer. Shewanted to devour and be devoured. He was hers, and she refused to let him go.

His teeth dropped, and she closed her eyes, preparing for the pain.

“Sweet, innocent, witchling.”

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