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He trailed kisses down her neck, moving toward her breasts—her ample, glorious breasts that were definitely more than a mouthful and had dusky areolas with stiffened tips that he would suckle at his leisure. Kissing a line to her nipple, he swirled his tongue around it before sucking it into his mouth and giving her the edge of his teeth with a gentle nip.
Mercy fisted the bedclothes as she hissed. She was so incredibly responsive. He wanted to spend long days in her bed in her cottage by the sea, exploring every inch of her incredible body. He wanted to have her so aroused and so sensitized to his touch that she’d come the very moment his cock entered her body.
Moving down her body, he spread her legs wide so that he could feast on her pussy. His mouth hovered over her sex, sucking and nipping at her labia before giving her clit a good tongue lashing. Mercy gasped, her hands moving from the sheets to his hair, where she kneaded his head like a cat. She was wet, ripe, and ready, and he didn’t mean to keep either of them waiting for long,
Lowering his head, he began to feed on her with a frenzied need he could barely keep under control. He speared her with his rolled tongue, flattening it out to lap up all her honey. It coated his tongue, reminding him of all he’d never had and all that lay ahead for them.
Mercy cried as she came, her body trembling and becoming arched and taut like a bowstring before she sighed and relaxed in his hands. Hunter pushed himself up her body, drawing her legs up to wrap around his waist. She smiled, her eyes soft and loving.
“Look at me, Mercy.” Her eyes locked with his. “Promise me that someday you will find a way to forgive me.”
She shook her head, and he could feel the place that used to be a heart shatter into a million pieces. She placed both her hands on either side of his head and whispered, “I already have.”
And just like that, he was whole again.
Hunter crushed his lips against hers as he thrust up inside her, joining them together in a way that had nothing to do with the physical. He fought with the need that rose up in him—the need of the Neolithic warrior he had once been—to fuck her hard, pounding into her with no thought as to her pleasure.
Instead, he pulled back before thrusting in again, kissing her as he did so. Over and over, he repeated the motion, establishing a rhythm that felt as old and familiar as anything he’d ever done. Her every sigh, her every touch awakened in him things he’d long ago thought left behind. She was the bridge between the warrior he had once been, the monster he had become, and the warrior he could be again.
“Hunter,” she cried as her pussy tightened around him, triggering his release as his orgasm bloomed over him, pushing him into an abyss of spiraling pleasure.
He gave her his full weight, reveling in her warmth. He allowed himself that luxury for only a moment before rolling to the side, pulling her close, and covering them with the bedclothes. He had no intention of moving, and no one needed to see her naked except him.
The warmth of Mercy’s body pressed against his side was a strange comfort. He had never thought of himself as the kind of man who found solace in someone else’s touch, but with her, it was different. The tension that had simmered between them since their first encounter was still there, humming beneaththe surface, but now it was tempered by something deeper—something more profound.
They lay together in a peaceful silence, the air thick with the scent of their mingled breaths, their limbs tangled beneath the soft sheets. Mercy’s head rested on his chest, her breath warm against his skin, and Hunter couldn’t help but run his fingers gently through her hair, marveling at how far they had come in such a short span of time.
For the first time in what felt like an eternity, Hunter allowed himself to simplybe, to exist in the moment without the constant undercurrent of battle and bloodshed. But as the minutes ticked by, a question began to gnaw at the edges of his mind, one he couldn’t ignore any longer.
He glanced down at her, his voice soft, cautious. “Mercy… can I ask you something?”
She stirred slightly, her dark eyes meeting his as she tilted her head to look up at him. “Hmm?”
He hesitated, not wanting to shatter the fragile peace between them, but he needed to understand. “Why do you hate vampires so much? I know we’re not all good, but neither is anyone else. There are good and bad shifters, good and bad humans. It’s more than that for you, isn’t it?”
Mercy’s body tensed slightly beside him, and he immediately regretted asking. He could feel her withdrawing, the weight of old memories pulling her away from the moment. She let out a slow breath—most vampires continued tobreathe, even though they didn’t need to. However, not breathing could come in handy if you were in a shipwreck or the collapse of a mine. He shifted so that she wasn’t quite as close to him, her fingers tracing a pattern on the bedspread.
“I don’t talk about it much,” she said quietly, her voice hollow. “But it’s a long story.”
Hunter remained silent, giving her the space to decide whether or not to tell him. He knew better than to push her, especially when it came to something so deeply personal. After a long pause, Mercy let out a sigh and began to speak, her voice distant as if she were recalling events that had happened to someone else—trying to distance herself from the emotional baggage.
“When I was younger, my village was attacked,” she began, her eyes unfocused as she stared at a spot on the wall. “It wasn’t a random raid. It was a clandestine attack, planned by a group of vampires who… well, they were hunting us. My family, I mean. We weren’t rich or powerful or anything, but we were shifters. Falcons. And in some twisted way, that made us valuable to them.”
Hunter’s jaw clenched, already knowing where this story was headed, but he let her continue.
“My older sister, Rayna, and I barely escaped,” Mercy said, her voice growing quieter. “We ran as hard and fast as we could, trying to make it to the cliffs. Rayna thought we could hide or maybe fly away and lose them, but the vampires… they were faster than we thought. They caught up with us right before we reached the edge of the cliffs.”
She paused, swallowing hard, and Hunter could feel the pain radiating from her, the weight of the memories pressing down on her.
“They grabbed Rayna first,” Mercy continued, her voice trembling. “She tried to fight them off, but there were too many. I tried to help, but she pushed me away. She told me to run, but I couldn’t leave her. I couldn’t just abandon her like that.”
Hunter felt his insides tightened; instinctively wrapped an arm around her, pulling her closer. He could feel the tension in her body, the way she was reliving every painful moment as if it had just happened.
“Rayna shoved me over the cliff’s edge,” Mercy said, her voice breaking. “She knew my falcon would take over. She knew I would survive. And she was right. I shifted in mid-air, and I flew. I flew harder and faster than I ever had before, but… I could still hear her. I could hear her screaming. I could hear them… killing her.”
Tears glistened in her eyes, though she didn’t let them fall. She shuddered once before continuing. “I didn’t stop,” she whispered. “I just kept flying. The vampires chased me for miles, but they couldn’t catch me. Finally, I was able to find a place to land and hide. I got lucky. A Shadow Sister found me and brought me to safety. But my sister… she was gone.”
Hunter closed his eyes, the ache in his chest almost unbearable. He had seen so much death, so much loss in his long life, but hearing Mercy’s story—it was different. He could feel her pain as if it were his own, and he hated that she had been forced to carry that burden for so long.
