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Hunter shook his head, his eyes narrowing. “No. It’s not.”
Colby frowned. “What are you talking about?”
Hunter glanced at him; his jaw clenched. “They let us take them. Don’t you see? This was too easy. They wanted to be captured.”
Colby’s face darkened, his brow furrowing as he processed Hunter’s words. “You think this is a trap?”
“I know it is,” Hunter replied, his voice laced with frustration. “The witch—she hasn’t stopped chanting. She’s still casting something, and whatever it is, it’s not good.”
Colby’s eyes widened, glancing at the witch as she was hauled along by his men. “But she’s not making any noise?—”
“She doesn’t have to,” Hunter cut in. “Fae magic is subtle, and witches who tap into it can cast spells without words. She’s already done the work; now it’s just a matter of time before the trap is sprung.”
Colby cursed under his breath. “So, what do we do?”
Hunter’s mind raced, searching for a solution. They were too far from the abbey to turn back, and even if they did, they couldn’t leave the witch and vampire behind. But taking them to the abbey was exactly what they wanted—whatever spell the witch was casting would likely be triggered once they were inside.
“We need to stop the spell,” Hunter said, his voice firm. “If we don’t, she’ll bring whatever magic she’s conjured right to the abbey’s doorstep.”
Colby nodded, his face set with determination. “How?”
Hunter’s gaze flicked to the witch, her lips still moving in that eerie, silent chant. “Once we’re back at the abbey, I’ll deal with her. You and your men can deal with the vampire. Whatever happens, don’t let either of them out of your sight.”
Colby didn’t hesitate. He gave a sharp nod, signaling his men to tighten their grip on the vampire. Hunter moved forward, his eyes locked on the witch, his mind racing with the knowledge that they were running out of time.
He just hoped he could stop whatever nightmare she was about to unleash before it was too late.
CHAPTER 10
MERCY
Mercy was lying naked on a table of rough-hewn wood of some kind. Where she and the table were was not familiar to her. Hunter sat at the foot of the table, drawing her down so that her sex was at the edge and each of her legs was over one of his shoulders.
She tried to rise—or at least made a token move to do so—but Hunter held her down. He brought his hands up to palm her breasts, squeezing them before tracing his fingers around the outside of her areolas, spiraling down to her stiffened nipples and giving each a sharp tug and a pinch that bordered on painful. She barely had time to register what was happening before Hunter’s fingers parted the petals of her sex as he leaned forward to bury his head between her legs. His mouth latched onto the swollen nub of her clitoris, and he began to suckle. Mercy’s back arched up, and instinctively, she pushed her sex closer to his tongue even while her mind rejected her response.
As her eyes rolled back in her head, a hot, intense climax seized her, and fireworks danced before her eyes and in her mind. But Hunter didn’t stop. Her breathing once more became shallow and erratic as the pleasurable sensations he was creating expanded exponentially, and she writhed on the table.
Mercy tried to wake herself—she realized this had to be a dream—but the part of her that was drawn to Hunter refused to do as she commanded. She didn’t want the dream to stop. What she did want was for Hunter to move down from her clit to her sex and use his mouth and tongue on her.
No. This was her dream. If she couldn’t wake, at least she could control it and get what she wanted, and that was neither his fingers nor his tongue. What she wanted was his cock—that ridiculously long, thick, and hard length she’d felt when he had her pinned to the wall.
But it seemed Hunter had other plans. He captured her sex with his mouth and began to use his tongue in what she believed to be a pale imitation of what she truly wanted. As she tried to pull away, Hunter locked his powerful arms around her thighs and held her in place. She could do nothing other than close her eyes and lie back, reveling in the arousal and pleasure that surged through her system.
As Hunter continued to feast on her swollen sex, Mercy’s toes curled, and her muscles seized, stopping just short of sending her over the edge. She might have been worried about his fangs, but this was her dream, and she really didn’t want to have to deal with what the actual reality might be. Her hips began to undulate of their own accord, and Hunter increased his ardent attention. As her body prepared to tumble into the abyss of another orgasm, he nipped and sucked her nub.
Hunter raised his head and looked deep into her eyes. An otherworldly fire burned within his gaze, but instead of frightening her, it simply warmed her. She felt drugged or drunk—maybe both. Where was her resistance to this man… this vampire? Why was she beginning to crave the sensations he seemed to create so effortlessly?
Mercy watched as he stood, pulling the fine linen shirt over his head and unfastening the fly of his trousers. He smiledat her—a feral and predatory grin. He fingered her feminine sheath as she moaned in pure, sensual pleasure. Her eyes glazed over as the carnal sensations washed over her. She tried to look away as his two top canine teeth elongated, and he lowered his head.
“No,” she cried. “You cannot claim me without my consent.”
Hunter chuckled. “Vampires have been claiming what they wanted without consent as far back as anyone can remember. It is not a nicety that we recognize as sacrosanct.”
He leaned down, and she screamed as his teeth pierced the flesh of her neck, suckling the blood from her body. She had lost control of the dream. Mercy struggled and beat at his head as he continued to feed on her body’s vital fluid.
His teeth still piercing her flesh, he pushed her more fully onto the table. Mercy felt blackness descending and realized she didn’t care. Her body had ceased to struggle. As the darkness began to envelop her, the head of his cock slid between her thighs and parted her feminine folds. He surged forward, impaling her on his staff. Mercy’s entire body convulsed in a powerful orgasm.
Releasing her neck, Hunter began thrusting in a pure frenzy of primal pleasure. Mercy instinctively arched her back, offering him more. The size of his cock was far greater than she’d imagined, of even fantasized. Hunter stretched her so that his hard length surging in and out of her scraped along her inner walls. It began to swell and twitch before he gave a last brutal thrust, cried out, and spilled himself inside her—his cum far warmer and more soothing than she ever had imagined it could be.
