Page 142 of Hunt Me

“You are posturing, my love. You are not as crossed as you claim to be.”

“You ended me.”

“I brought you back.”

Their faces were close enough now that their breath mingled, unsettling Matilda.

She was infuriated with herself because the bastard was right. She was no longer mad about him turning her. Most of her anger stemmed from fear of the unknown.

He took advantage of her distraction, leaned down, and hoisted her up the tree, wrapping her legs around him. Her arms settled against his shoulders, and the urge to mate skyrocketed as soon as his erection pressed against her center.

“I still hunger.”

“For sustenance, or for me?”

Her lips curled. “You serve a dual purpose.”

“Then I won’t stop you. Let me be of service to you, my Queen,” he said, offering himself without hesitation.

Her fangs slid down and Luka inhaled sharply, waiting for his second dose of venom. Her mouth hovered over the mark she’d previously made. He groaned when her lips brushed close enough to remind him of the wound and what she’d already taken. Her tongue darted out and slicked the puncture holes.

“Matilda…,” he breathed out, voice unsteady. His hand moved from her throat to her jaw, firmly guiding her face back to his. “Forgive me, my love,” he murmured before sinking his fangs into her shoulder and tearing away the flesh. She gasped in shock and horror as she bled freely. Her bosom became slick with blood, and Luka didn’t hesitate to slurp between her breasts, lapping at the crevice between the two mounds.

His claws swiftly rendered her dress useless when he shredded it into tatters. Her breasts spilled forth, and his tongue trailed to her protruding nipples.

The cool air collided with the warmth of her blood, sending her into a mild frenzy. The skin of her back scraped against the bark as Luka lifted her higher to release himself. His trousers fell to his ankles, and he stroked his leaking length with one hand while supporting the small of her back with the other.

Impatient, Matilda shoved off the tree, sending them stumbling to the cold forest floor. She moved to straddle her king when he flipped them over, planting her face first in the dirt and snow.

He raised a brow when she didn’t wrestle him for control. It wasn’t like her to be so submissive.

“Have you no fight in you, my love?” he asked, angling her hips beneath the tattered gown.

“I have plenty of fight. Your time will come, my King.”

Luka placed a nail at the base of her neck and eased it down her spine, slicing open the fabric and flesh. She seethed through her teeth from the pain, but was hissing for a different reason when Luka licked from her tailbone to the back of her neck. She glanced over her shoulder and met his lips. They kissed hungrily, exchanging saliva, blood, and unadulterated passion.

Matilda’s back arched, and her breath stuttered when he entered her without warning. He reached around and presented his hand, a thoughtful offer. She bit down between his thumb and forefinger, fangs melting into the flesh like butter.

“That’s it, Tilda,” he grunted, slamming into her. Her eyes rolled in the back of her head. She was stuck between pain and euphoria. The fucking was brutal—driving her hips and pelvis into the ground, but the blood felt like an orgasm in her mouth as it trickled down her throat.

“You… are… insatiable,” Luka claimed. “Shall you desire something else to suckle on?”

Matilda nodded, not realizing that she’d bitten through joints and bones, nearly severing his finger off. She found herself bare on her knees with Luka’s dick protruding in her face. She stroked him languidly while breathing in the scent of her arousal. Swiftly, she sliced the sensitive skin of his dick with a pinky nail, hitting a vein. He winced when she grabbed the base with two hands and squeezed in an upward motion, sending the blood rushing. Her tongue lolled out, and she dipped her head beneath his dripping dick, catching the blood on her tongue.

He grunted when she took him down. His fingers gripped her curls and her hands landed on his pale thighs.

“I love you, Tilda, but this is for my wing.”

Matilda thought she’d prepared herself for the worst, but she had no idea what Luka had in store with her. His dick found refuge in her throat as he punished her and chased his pleasure. He smirked when she choked around him.

“Don’t tell me your human version took dick better. Mind your fangs.”

Saliva and blood leaked out of Matilda’s mouth as she maintained eye contact with her king and groped her heavy tits.

Suddenly, his head snapped in the direction of the castle, and the moment was lost. He eased out of her mouth and pulled her to her feet.

“What—”