Page 3 of Hunted

“You’re wet for me. I scent your pussy from here.”

I whimpered because it was true. I was slick and needy. I wasn’t just overheated from the chase, from the miles we’d covered. I was desperate for his cock. He moved so quickly, his footsteps were light upon the ground. Yet I heard him as easily as he did me. His breathing was shallow, sweat dampened his skin. I breathed him in, would recognize the dark scent anywhere. Anytime, for the rest of my life.

Most females would stop. Wait. Let her mate catch her. Gods, most females wouldn’t run to begin with. But I wasn’t most females. I was Everian. A Hunter in my own right. A warrior. And so I moved even faster. The ground was a blur beneath my feet, my hair blew back from my face from the pace.

“When I get you beneath me, mate,” he growled, “you will know who you belong to. Who owns your pussy. You’ll come when I say. On my cock. Beneath my mouth.”

The thought of his head between my thighs, his tongue on my clit, swirling and teasing that swollen bud, distracted me. I stumbled but didn’t fall.

“Ah, mate. You want my mouth on you?” He’d heard the falter in my steps. “Then let me catch you.”

I laughed, narrowed my eyes as I burst into a clearing. “Never.”

When I heard him groan, my heart leapt with joy. He wanted my fight. My spirit. My need to prove my strength before I submitted. Because I would. I would revel beneath his dominance. His strength. For while I might give over to him, I held the power over him.

My thoughts had distracted me, for all was silent. No footfall, no chase. Only the animals of the forest, the wind. He was no longer chasing.

His tactic changed. I slowed, then stopped when all remained silent.

Turning on my heel, I looked in all directions. Searched. Listened. Felt.

I heard it again.

Heartbeat.

Breath.

Inhaled what belonged to only him.

Dark scent.

I spun on my heel and there he was. Before me. I had to tilt my head back to meet his heated gaze.

“How—”

He grinned, the smile feral and yet sweet.

“It matters not, mate.” His chest expanded as he took a deep breath.

That rankled. I would not be bested so easily. I fled.

He laughed.

He caught me again. I had no idea how he did it, but I couldn’t discern his location until he was upon me. Like a cloak, shielding him. Hiding his movements.

I didn’t know this skill. It showed, for all at once I was grabbed, spun about and pressed into a tree. He touched me as if I were made of glass, even with the aggression that pumped through our veins.

“Submit,” he growled.

His hand was on my waist, the other on the tree beside my head. His full length pressed into me. Every hard inch of him. I felt his cock, the thick length against my belly.

I was torn. The power of the mating was dividing my focus. I wanted to bolt. To run. To be chased once again. More. I needed the exhilaration of it. But I craved the feel of him. His heat. His hardness.

I wanted to fall to my knees before him. I wanted to strip myself bare, lie back on the grass and part my thighs.

I wanted to get upon all fours, look over my shoulder and watch as he mounted me. Claimed me. Took me roughly, just as I needed.

A large hand came to my chin, tipping my face up to his. “Say it. Say the one word that will make you mine.”

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