Page 8 of Hunted on Halloween
“It happens sometimes, or at least that’s what my father used to tell me. He was the high king of our people.” His voice was gruff as he thought of his father. What would he say about the connection his son felt to a certain witchling?
“He is the high king of our people.” His voice got even deeper. Tia could feel the sadness coming from him.
She didn’t want him to be sad. She sat up. And the next thing she knew, he was holding her again.
She was no longer on the bed; she was wrapped in his arms. He sat down, holding her, swaying just a little. She knew it wasn’t for her comfort, but for his.
“Tell me about your dad,” she said.
“My dad is a hell of a male. We’ll leave it there because I’m about to devour you and bringing my father into the conversation,” he shook his head, “is not what I want to do.
She laughed. It was light and chipper because she didn’t want to bring her mother into the conversation, either. She ran her fingers down his neck.
“You’re a vampire, aren’t you?”
“What gave it away? The teeth?” He smiled, and she watched as his teeth descended.
They were sharp enough to break skin, but he didn’t let them down all the time. It was something that he could control.
“Are you going to bite me?”
“Yes.”
Why did that simple word make her pussy throb? Yep, she was throbbing, making her want to take her hand and rub until she was screaming. Her breasts were aching, and her nipples were like hard diamonds wanting to be sucked. All because he said he was going to bite her.
Well, hell. He leaned over her and her head tilted back. She felt it when his tongue came out to flick over her lips. She opened her mouth, and he devoured it. His tongue went in, licking and touching, tasting her, getting to know her.
He sucked on her tongue. The moan that came out when her tongue battled his was indecent. The kiss left her breathless as she pressed her mouth closer to his, kissing him deeply. She could feel the electricity from their tongues meeting and her teeth clashing, going through her body. His breath became hers. Her breath became his.
It felt like the two of them were becoming one and all they were doing was kissing. Tia finally pulled back because she needed to breathe. She had never felt anything like that before.
His hands were on her hair, stroking her scalp, then running down her neck until finally he reached her shoulders. From there, she felt it as his hands moved over the front of her body, down her chest, until he was circling her nipples through the towel she was wearing.
He pinched one of her nipples, making her body flush with desire. How could she be so needy? She struggled to remember that he never answered her question. She was burning up and full of want. The question fled like it had never been there.
“Witchling, I’m going to take this towel off. This is the only chance you have to say no, because when I get started, I know nothing in this world or yours will make me stop. Yea or nay, witchling, speak now or forever hold your peace.”
She wanted to say no; it was what she should do, but her body refused to believe that no is what she needed to say. “Yes,” it came out strong and proud.
She didn’t know what tomorrow was going to bring, heck, she didn’t know what the rest of the night was going to bring. Did it matter? No, this was her time, their time, and together they were going to set this world on fire.
He stripped her of the towel as she breathed deeply, making her breasts bounce. He stared at them as they moved before he reached down and took one of her breasts in his hand and caressed it.
“Perfect, a little more than a handful, just the way I like them.” His witchling was all creamy brown skin and curves that made his mouth water and teeth ache. He wanted to taste her blood, making the two of them one.
She preened over something she couldn’t help, as if she could tell her breasts how big or how small they should get, but it didn’t matter because he was giving her praise, and she was there for it.
“Beautiful.” He leaned over and took one of her nipples into his mouth.
Tia thrust her hips up into the air, wanting something to rub against as inarticulate sounds of pleasure came from her. She couldn’t think straight as her head rolled from side to side. She wanted, she needed.
He squeezed her other breast and fire coursed through her body, straight down to her pussy, making her scream as she felt desire and passion ignite inside of her.
“What are you doing to me?” She whimpered, clutching onto the sheets as if they would give her purchase and she wouldn’t fly away with all the different feelings coursing through her.
He growled as she came, honest to goodness. Her body just spasmed as she felt herself coming.
“What the hell?” she moaned out. Pleasure ripped through her and yet she felt deprived because there wasn’t anything hard against her body and she wasn’t being filled the way she wanted to be by his hard, thick, and extremely long cock.
