Page 34 of Hunting Her
These traditions are nothing like what I expected from the Underworld. He sounds so reverent when he speaks of me, nothing like the teasing tones he’d used at the castle. Is it because I passed all his tests?
There’s no time to ask, no time for anything but him. I place my hands on his shoulders, pressing my hips down until the resistance becomes uncomfortable.
Then, I choose. “Fast. Do it fast.”
His fingers dig into my hips, and he holds me in place as he slams his cock up. I scream, tears beading in my eyes at the unpleasant stretch. The knot rubs against my clit when he’s fully seated, but the faint strands of pleasure can’t offset the discomfort.
“Look at you, taking me in that tight, virgin pussy,” Damek murmurs. “I know the others told you already—as our queen, you’re meant to take us. Your body will accept whatever we give you.”
He only pauses for a moment to let me adjust, and the discomfort hasn’t gone away by the time he lifts me off his cock and slams me back down. I blink away my tears, bracing myself on his shoulders. His gaze locks on mine, soft and affectionate even as he sets a punishing pace.
We’re racing the sun, his cock pounding deep, and every thrust brings me closer to pleasure again.
When his hand slides down to my core, I whine, but he doesn’t pause to pleasure me for long. Instead, he slips two fingers inside me alongside his cock, the digits stretching me so full I’m worried he might tear me apart.
But that’s still not as thick as his knot, and he’s running out of time to get me ready.
“Touch yourself for me. I want you to come one more time tonight,” Damek commands.
Will I be able to?I think so, because despite the pain… there’s something about it that has my body wound up tight. Making sure I’m well braced with my other arm, I slide my hand down his chest and then bring it to the apex of my thighs.
He fucks me with short, deep thrusts, keeping me full to the brim. I swirl my fingers around my clit, the bud aching from how it’s been abused tonight. The discomfort of his depth and girth is slowly lost to hints of pleasure, his length hitting a spot inside me that has a hard line to my sweet spot.
“It’s almost time,” he says.
His fingers slide out of me, and he brings his hand to my hip again. I feel the press of his knot against my hole and sink my teeth into my bottom lip.
I’m still not ready for something that huge, but I haven’t got a choice. To be his queen, he needs to take me according to tradition—and after a night of being hunted, I want to be queen. His, Brellan’s, Lorcan’s, Izoran’s. Worshipped and wanted like I never thought I could be.
Damek leans forward until our lips brush, an electric shock originating from the touch. I move in to deepen the kiss, and he takes control, his sharp canines scraping my lip and spreading the coppery taste of blood between us.
As that shock of pain tingles through me, he pushes his hips up once, roughly forcing his knot inside me.
It fits.Barely.
I cry out, the foreign sensation of his knot swelling sending waves of pleasure to combat the uncomfortable stretch. There’s a release just out of reach, my fingers frantically moving to get me there. I need to come, to clench around him as he groans beneath me. He devours me with his lips and tongue, still holding me down on his pulsing length.
We’re locked together, king and queen, when the first hint of sunrise peeks out.
He stands up and I wrap myself around him. The air shimmers beside us, and with one step to the side, we’re not in the pumpkin patch anymore. He steals me away at the break of dawn, like he always said he would.
He sits us down on the edge of a bed with dark red silk sheets, my body locked against his, and something about the way the air shifts pushes me over the edge.
I come with a scream, tightening on his cock like I can pull him deeper when he’s already too fucking deep—I’m already way too full of him.
Damek jolts against me, pulling back from the kiss to bury his face against my neck. I can feel every twitch of his cock, his cum sent deep inside and locked there by his knot.
Slumping against his chest, I pant heavily. My eyes slide shut, exhaustion catching up to me. My skin tingles, confused by how we went from nearly frosty temperatures to this warmth.
A throat clears behind me, hauling me back from the hazy promise of sleep. Lorcan speaks, his tone ripe with amusement. “Looks like you lost after all, little human.”
CHAPTER TWELVE
NOVA
Ilook over my shoulder and the blood rushes to my head.
Brellan, Lorcan, and Izoran stand shoulder to shoulder, watching the scene. Me, completely naked and covered in cum, mud, and butter. Knotted by their king, who’s still wearing most of the clothing he’d used to disguise himself as a scarecrow.
