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I do not kneel for anyone, however, not even for the paradise between her thighs. Instead, I hoist her up the wall and throw her legs over my shoulders as I use my magic to strip her of her trousers and panties. She’s bare before me, pink and glistening, her clit throbbing for my attention as she drips.

She jerks, her eyes narrowing as she glances down, and I press my mouth to her, licking up her desire with a hum.

“Three minutes,” she rasps.

“Keep counting, huntress. You’ll be screaming before you reach zero,” I promise as I thrust my tongue inside her, stretching it with my magic until it grows and touches her cervix. I curl it as she grinds into my face. Her muted noises of pleasure fill my ears, each one a victory. Her surrender is better than any battle I have ever won. I barely remember anything other than this little huntress now and the way her thighs tighten, trapping my face between her thighs as she rides me, using me for her pleasure.

“One minute,” she gasps. Wanting to stop her from talking, I bite down on her cunt. She cries out as her body locks up, and she comes. Her pleasure slides from her core and onto my waiting tongue, but I’m not happy with this. I want more. Thrusting my fingers back inside her cunt, I circle her hole with my tongue before lashing her clit as I hold her there with my magic, and then I slip my other fingers into her tight ass. It fights me, just like she does, but I force them inside until she’s riding all of me. Her cries grow louder, and just before her timer hits its mark, she screams again, coming all over me.

I drink every drop of it until I’m virtually dizzy.

Sliding her down my body, I dress her again so she won’t stab me, then I kiss her once more, forcing her to taste her pleasure.

When she rips away, her face is flushed, but her lips are thin in annoyance.

“A deal’s a deal. You will not hurt anyone tonight.”

“I wouldn’t have anyway,” I admit. “I just wanted to taste your pretty pussy.” I step back, letting her feet hit the cement once more as I suck on my fingers.

She gapes at me, and between one second and the next, she’s flying at me with a dagger. I can’t help but chuckle as I catch it and spin her so she’s trapped in my arms.

“If you want to play again, all you have to do is ask,” I whisper, “but you have a hunt, don’t you?” Smacking her hip, I let her go and duck under her swing. “We can stay here all night with you trying to kill me. It’s turning me on and will only end with you impaled on my cock, but then you won’t be able to hunt. Your choice, Tate.”

Her chest heaves as she debates what she wants more. Sparing me one last disgusted look, she puts her dagger away and turns, marching back into the street, ignoring my dark chuckle that chases her.

CHAPTER 21

Iignore them all as best as I can, embarrassment and anger warring inside me. I gave in to the fae too easily. I thought I was doing it to keep everyone safe, but the truth is, part of me wanted it, and I hate that he knows and uses it against me.

Now is not the time for my heightened, confused emotions though. Being distracted in a hunt is a death sentence, so I try to push them aside and focus. The information Simon gave me leads me to Meadow Park.

The black iron gates at both entrances are chained, and the park easily spans three miles, with running paths, a pond, and even a small coffee shop. During the day, it would be filled with human families and dogs, but now it remains empty and dark, a foreboding feeling coming from the trees.

The old oaks reach high into the sky, their branches casting horrific shadows across the ground. Pursuing my lips, I pull off a glove and press it to the gate.

Flashes of pain, blood, and death reach me. Something touched this gate recently, something dark. The cries of the dead call to me, striking my brain until I have to yank my hand away so I am not overwhelmed, but as always, it stains not just my brain, but my soul.

I pull my glove on and try to ignore the bile crawling up my throat. “This is the right place.”

“Are you sure?” Ronan asks as he floats up, hovering over the gate. “I don’t see any bodies or anything.”

“Doesn’t mean whatever is hunting isn’t here, and it’s hungry, very hungry,” I murmur as I step back and eye the gate once more. The lock is thick. I could waste hours trying to cut it. If this thing hunts at night, then it should be slinking from its hiding place soon. I want to catch it before then.

“I’ll climb over,” I begin, eyeing the fence to the side. There are spikes on top, but I can clear them.

The fae rolls his eyes and flicks his fingers, and the lock drops free, the gate swinging open. “Or we could just do that.”

Frowning, I glare at him then the gate. “Do not help. This is my hunt. I didn’t need magic before, and I don’t need it now.”

“Is your fight not a result of magic?” he reasons. “You use that, so why not use us?”

Ignoring him and his logic, I reluctantly stomp through the gate before softening my footsteps. Whatever is here will probably sense us coming if not hear us—most monsters can. There is no way to quieten my heartbeat, breathing, or footsteps enough to fool monsters. This often leaves us without the element of surprise, but that doesn’t mean I’ll give up.

Heading down the winding path, I follow the cute wooden signs pointing towards the pond. Once we reach it, I stare at the still, calm water. It’s a round, natural pool the park was built around.

There is a path all the way around it with a small island in the middle that seems to be for wildlife, but it’s empty. There aren’t even any birds or fish that I can see.

Ripples suddenly rush across the surface, as if someone is breathing under there.

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