Page 19 of Hunted By Darkness

“Why can’t you ever just wake me up normally?” she complained, gasping when my tongue moved faster to pleasure her.

I smiled and flicked an impish look up at her through the tunnel of blankets. “This is normal, love. Don’t mix me up with some other undeserving gobshite. My girl will never wake up any other way.”

Her head flew back as I sucked harder and drove my fingers in deeper. Moans carried out of her mouth like the dam had broken and she couldn’t keep them anymore. The fingers in my hair tightened and her thighs quivered. She was close. I wouldn’t have mercy. My day didn’t start until my rebel was screaming my name in pleasure.

“Oh fuck, Silas!” she groaned, hips pressing down on my mouth. Her powerful thighs clamped like a vise on both sides of my head, and if a bloke wasn’t careful, it might be the last thing he ever did.

Worth it.

She arched off the bed, and I lapped up every morsel of her pleasure as she rode out her orgasm. When she collapsed with a soft huff, I dropped one last kiss on her sweet cunt and then laid out next to her with a triumphant grin. I made sure she was watching when I wiped my mouth with a thumb and sucked off the remnants of my favorite breakfast.

“Morning, love.”

“Is it, really?”

“Is it really, what, my sweet goddess?”

“Morning?”

Bollocks.

“For you it is.” I stole a kiss in hopes she’d forget how I promised a decent hour.

She leveled a glare on me and slid off the bed with a little shake of her head, thoroughly chastising my brazen attempt to talk around the subject. My smile faded, and I offered my hard knob a pitying look.

Looks like it’s just our hand today, little buddy.

Me and this little trouser dweller were never really satisfied. I’d had her for hours before I finally let her sleep. I didn’t have any business being this stiff after all I’d done, but what was a bloke supposed to do when he tasted the sweet nectar of a goddess? I was doomed to pine for another taste every minute of every day until death took me.

And not anytime soon, have it my way.

I watched her go around the bed, expecting her to dress for the day, but she didn’t. My jaw fell open as she tossed off her shirt and toed out of her shorts. Taunting me with a devious smile, she unhooked her bra and dragged her thong down in full view of my greedy gaze.

The curves alone on this blue-eyed vixen were enough to render a bastard speechless. Words would never come close tohighlighting the pure eroticism and lethality this woman struck with nothing but a sly grin and come-hither glance.

Nika was the most beautiful woman in existence.

Naked and encased in shadow, she crawled onto the bed like a bloody fantasy come to life. And for a second, I wasn’t sure if I’d nodded off. This couldn’t be anything but a fever dream my brain concocted to taunt me. Or maybe I’d died somewhere along the way and been sent to my happily ever After. But as the seductress straddled my hips, hovering over me with her luscious body on display, claws cutting moon shapes into my pecs, I quickly realized I was wide awake.

I tried to speak, but her magic slid across my mouth and rendered the words I tried to say unintelligible. Pink slithered across my body, just as seductive as the vixen now perched on top of me. It wrapped around my wrists and ankles before tightly binding them to the bedposts.

Fuck me, when had my bird learned how to use her magic to restrain a hapless sod like me? No. More importantly, just who did she practice on? It better not be the lad. He was a good kid, and I liked him more than I’d ever admit, but I’d destroy the cute bugger if I found out he let her practice on him.

I was petty, and I didn’t care if she knew it.

My heart thundered inside my chest as Nika bent her head low and whispered next to my ear. “My turn, mercenary. How does it feel to be at my mercy?”

I couldn’t help the wild groan that fled me.

The jealousy that had twisted my thoughts swiftly morphed to desperate need. I wanted nothing more than for this naughty rebel to take me hostage and do whatever she pleased. Best believe only she could ever claim this sort of power over an infamous assassin like myself. Anyone else would be dead on their feet before they came close to the bed.

Biting my ear, her magic swept out to steal the clothes off my body and dropped them in a pile on the floor. I was stripped down to nothing, on display to my sultry rebel.

The muscles along my chest contracted and rippled as she ran her hand along them, but that was all she did. She didn’t touch me more than a little, and I strained against the magic holding me. She clicked her tongue in admonishment and another burst of her magic dashed out to reinforce the binds holding me to the bed.

“Be good and stay still,” she commanded, and another desperate groan rumbled inside my chest.

Lilith’s tits, this woman brought out the absolute beast in me.

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