Page 159 of Hunt Me

Luka’s eyes bulged from his head, and his senses returned to him when she released him. Swiftly, he stood and presented his manhood to her. His dick slipped past her bloody mouth to the back of her throat. He thrust in and out, fingers finding their hold in her curls for leverage.

Matilda gagged on his dick—her breath temporarily stolen from her as her husband used her mouth. She stared up into his steely gaze and was momentarily distracted by the blood that spilled from his neck down to his chest like a slow-moving creek. The blood leaked into his pubic hair, eventually making it to the base of his dick. She closed her eyes and hummed when the blood made it to the back of her throat.

A guttural growl left Luka, and a rush of semen chased the blood. Matilda swallowed it down as if it were her favorite meal.

He withdrew from her mouth with a content sigh and sat opposite her in the tub. Matilda eyed him, wiping away the cum and blood from her lips with her thumb before sucking the thumb into her mouth.

“Don’t look so pleased with yourself, huntress,” he said breathlessly.

Matilda’s brows climbed. “Oh, it is huntress now?”

“As the gods intended it.”

Matilda stilled when she heard rustling from their room. “Denalia is waking.”

“So soon?” Luka said, slightly desperate for more time with Matilda.

“Yes. She should be hungry,” Matilda replied, moving to stand. Luka stopped her.

“Before you go. What happened at the settlement when we left?”

She spent the next few minutes filling him in. He didn’t appear troubled until she mentioned the challenge would take place in the morning.

“So soon?”

“It isn’t my wish, but Prince Lykaon escalated. We need to remove him now or ready the soldiers for war.”

“And David? Do you think he is prepared?”

She paused to consider. “As prepared as he will ever be,” she replied honestly.

“And if David fails?”

“Then we have a contingency for that.”

Luka’s brow wrinkled. “What is the contingency plan?”

Matilda stood, water sluicing off her body into the tub. “Me.”

58

A Day of Reckoning

The road into Moonshire was nearly impassable. Carriages stretched as far as Matilda could see, their wheels crowded along both sides of the road while hundreds more traveled on horseback or foot.

News of David’s challenge had spread well beyond the borders of Night Falls and Moonshire.

Everyone wanted to witness the disgraced beta fight his way through the ranks for a chance at Prince Lykaon’s throne.

Their carriage slowed to a crawl as they approached the city gates.

“Gods,” Ezra muttered, peering through the window.

Matilda leaned across Luka for a better look.

People crowded balconies and windows overlooking the main road. Vendors had erected makeshift stalls, selling food and ale to spectators who had arrived hours earlier. A man stood atop a barrel near the gates, waving a leather pouch over his head.

“THREE TO ONE HE FALLS TO THE BETA!”