Page 18 of Hunting Her
“You will.”
Iz sits back on his heels, peering up at me with my juices glistening on his face. Still fucking me with two fingers, he brings his thumb up to rub my clit. I bite my lip, completely incapable of stifling my moans.
I’ve never made myself come like this before. I never imagined the first one to eat me out would be a demon, one who has to be careful of his fangs. What happens if he bites me? I guess his saliva will instantly heal the wound, even faster than his own wounds are healing.
This time it’s a slow build, my body wrung out and exhausted. He watches my expression and my trembling, and I know I must look like a slutty mess. I agreed to my fate when I made this bargain, but I didn’t think it would feel so good. I didn’t imagine I would like it.
But I do.
God, I’m liking it way too much. The arousal buzzing in my brain is making me have stupid thoughts about whether they’ll all treat me this way when they catch me. If this is their plan, maybe I want to be caught… at least temporarily.
“Give me one more, Fire,” Izoran says huskily, leaning in to bring his mouth back to my core again. “Then you can have a break.”
One more might ruin me, leave me unable to speak or walk or even breathe, but he’s not giving me a choice. He fucks me with his fingers and his tongue until I’m releasing a feral cry into the quiet night, my body convulsing with the force of the desire.
He’s the only reason I stay on my feet. I grab his shoulders to stop myself from slumping to one side. I’m dragging in frantic inhales as I come down, my chest heaving. Goosebumps pebble my bare legs, the cold finally getting to me in the aftermath.
When Izoran stands, my arms stay slung over his shoulders. He’s taller than me, so I have to tilt my head back to meet his eyes. It’s a miracle I haven’t dropped my knife, but apparently the weapon was never going to do much for me anyway.
“I hate you,” I whisper, wishing it were true.
He laughs, brushing a strand of sweat-damp hair from my cheek. “Do you? I just gave you the most pleasure you’ve ever felt in your life, didn’t I?”
“But I never wanted that.”
Another laugh comes from behind Iz, throatier and lower in timbre. “You didn’t want to come until you saw stars?” Lorcanasks. He stalks into the clearing, a predatory grace to his movements.
I knew he had to be nearby. From the prominent bulge in his pants, he must have been close enough to watch—or at least listen. Although everyone in a mile radius could probably hear me.
“It’s my turn with you now. I’ll give you something you really don’t want,” he promises.
A spark of fear rushes through me, and I can’t even run. When Izoran steps back to make room for his twin, my legs give out beneath me like I’m a new baby deer. Lorcan catches me, but not as nicely as his brother had.
He uses a rough grip on my throat to pin me up against the tree.
I have half a thought to defend myself, to use the weapon that barely works on demons, but I’m not able to do more than lift it in his direction. He catches my wrist and squeezes it until I drop the knife, the bloodied blade landing in the mess of leaves and branches.
“Is that how you’re hoping to win?” he asks. “Cute, that you thought you’d be able to kill a demon.”
It’s impossible to breathe with his grip on my throat, but I make sure to glare at him.
Obviously, I know it’s a long shot, but I could still manage it. He doesn’t know about the other knives I have stuffed in my pockets, waiting for the right moment to be used.
“She gave it a really good try.” Iz rubs at the wounds on his shoulders. They’re knitting themselves shut, slowly but surely. He’s made himself comfortable seated against a nearby tree trunk. “I thought I might die of ecstasy at one point.”
I try to bring my leg up to knee Lorcan in the groin, but he stops me with a growl. His grip on my throat tightens until my vision goes spotty, my brain protesting against the lack ofoxygen. Thrashing in his hold, I bring my free hand up to grab at his arm.
He needs to let me go.
I can’t… I can’tbreathe.
A switch flips inside me, sending me into full survival mode. I scratch at his arm like a feral cat, scraping myself on the rough tree bark.
If I pass out, it’s over. They’ll take me down to the Underworld with them and I’ll lose before I really had a chance to win.
But when my body slumps, Lorcan loosens his grip. I’m woozy as I come back, blinking rapidly, and I have to clutch at him so I don’t topple to the blood-soaked ground. He leans in close, his sharp canines flashing in the low light.
In my heady state I let my eyelids flutter shut, wondering if he’s going to kiss me.
