Page 176 of Hunting Pretty

My Scáth.

My monster.

And he was scarier than any facelessthem.

His hands roamed my body, gently, tenderly. He tiltedmy head with his fingers on my chin, frowning at what must be a lump or a bruise on the side of my throbbing head.

I grabbed his hands that were slippery with blood and stilled them. “I’m okay.”

“You hit your head. Didhefucking do that?” Scáth turned as if to attack Dr. Vale again.

But I tugged at his hands, turning him back to me. “I’m okay, Scáth.”

He cursed and crushed me to him, his breath hot on my hair. “I thought he’d… I was so scared that you…”

I leaned into him, inhaling his scent of musk and leather.

How easily he lost control, how quickly his emotions took hold of him. I should be terrified of him.

But I wasn’t.

He stopped at my command. At my single word.

He’d never hurt me. Only hurt to protect me.

I swallowed, hard, as a shiver ran down my spine.

I was safe.

Scáth was here.

He captured my lips with his, his lips and tongue tasting like copper, his mouth frantic and desperate, his hands all over me again, this time hungry to find my skin under my clothes.

Even as desire surged through me, I tried to pull away. “Scáth, this isn’t the right—”

“Please,” he said, his voice cracking.

It was that sound, that broken noise that made me still, that stopped me from trying to push him away.

“I almost lost you,” he breathed against my neck between hot kisses. “Please, don’t take this from me.”

I nodded, my arms going around his neck.

He pushed my skirt up with his hands to grab my ass. He picked me up, pressing my pussy against his hard cock, our groans filling the silent room.

He stepped over Dr. Vale’s body, over the pool of blood soaking into the rugs, and walked us to the large mahogany desk.

He placed me on the edge as if I were a delicate thing.

So it shocked me when he ripped my panties off me and lifted them to his nose and inhaled deeply.

He let out his breath in a low rumbling growl that I felt all the way down to my toes, then he pocketed them. “No one touches what’s mine… and lives.”

Scáth’s eyes blazed with hunger and madness as he stepped between my legs and his fingers found my pussy, the blood on his hands mixing with my pussy juice into a slippery mess.

Need surged through me and I groaned.

“Fuck, baby, you’re so fucking wet. Do you like it when I fuck up other men for touching you?” He pushed two fingers into me. “Yeah, you’re my dark little queen.”

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