Page 42 of Primal

The mask tilts as he murmurs something. Her mouth falls open, eyes going wide.

‘God’s not here tonight. Only monsters.’

Fuck, what if it’s really Kade?

He burrows his head in her chest.

So what? He isn’t yours. Just go.

But I have to know. I want to. Fuck.

She moans something—Please maybe, or More—and he answers by grinding into her.

I press a fist to my mouth.

It shouldn’t matter. Shouldn’t burn.

But it does.

If it’s Kade under that mask … if he’s groping her right after he finished in me …

So she’s the main course and I’m the goddamn appetizer?

His hips roll into her. Same slow tease he used on me.

Not. Kade.

His hand slides from her waist to her throat.

My lungs stall. That move. The chuckle—smug, unmistakable. It’s him.

He drags his thumb across Jessica’s parted lips—

Her eyes roll back. She moans as he lifts her thigh over his hip and thrusts—rough, quick, cruel.

Could’ve been me. If I wasn’t standing here like a dumbass. If I hadn’t sent him off to fetch my stupid backpack.

Go. You don’t need to watch this.

I push away from the tree. Creep forward. Closer.

Jessica’s head tips back, and the hunter leans in, mask grazing her throat.

He’s hardly touching her. Just traces a gloved thumb along her collarbone. Her back arches. Her hips shift.

And he still doesn’t budge.

He’s waiting. My lungs seize.

Kade did that.

Pressed me against the tree and stayed there, hips flush against mine, letting me feel every inch of him without giving me what I wanted. Making me squirm.

His hand slips lower. Skims the line of her corset. Hovers just beneath the swell of her breast. And stops.

I swallow hard. Another step. Two.

Maybe he’ll see me.