Page 105 of His to Hunt

CHAPTER 31

Taryn

It’s been several weeks since I resurrected a goddess and saved the world.

The news reports that the air is cleaner than it has been in decades and scientists are baffled as to why. Social media is abuzz with people noticing that their water tastes better suddenly. I believe it, because I’ve noticed it too. Like the world is healing, and all the things we blamed on each other were because one goddess was doing the work of two.

All because of Gilgamesh. I’m glad that evil wolf is rotting wherever Silver Pack disposed of him. No king’s burial for him.

We’ve moved away from Covington to New Salem. After everything that happened, I felt like I could use a change of scenery, and Victor’s closer to Silver Pack here. He said he’d live anywhere with me, even my grandmother’s house. While watching him bump into things in that house and probably falling off the bed in the middle of the night might be entertaining, I wouldn’t do that to him. Not my beloved mate.

We’ve got another luxury penthouse, except now we own it. Literally own it. My name is on the deed beside his. The fate-block is broken, and fate has arrived with everything magnificent I could imagine.

I’m relaxing on the couch with a cranberry vodka. Victor’s on the phone with Saul. I can’t fully understand what they’re saying, but it sounds like a vampire may be in New Salem. I hope I didn’t hear that right.

But I’ve been feeling off today, and I need Victor’s attention.

“Something’s happening,” I say, interrupting him. “I’m feeling really warm, like there’s a fire in my belly, and I don’t think it’s the alcohol.”

Victor ends the call and turns to me with a funny look on his face. “Warm? Already?” Then he laughs.

“Why are you laughing?” I ask, looking at him in concern. “This isn’t normal.”

“Yes, it is,” he chuckles. “You’re going into heat. Tonight, it will be like a mini frenzy. You’ll feel my knot when I’m done with you.”

“Just when I was starting to feel normal again,” I groan, leaning back on the couch.

“Don’t worry,” he says, walking closer to the couch. “I know how to take care of you.”

Victor’s dark gaze is captivating, but it’s the hunger in his eyes that makes me tremble with arousal. He closes the distance between us and a fresh wave of heat rolls through my core. I press my thighs together instinctively, rubbing enough to create some light friction. All that does is make the warmth spread until I feel an ache that makes me squirm even more.

“This is really going to be like a mini frenzy?” I ask, swallowing hard as I feel the slickness seeping into my panties.

“Yes, mate,” he rumbles. “Nothing is as intense as a first bonding and mating frenzy, but that’s exactly what this is going to feel like. It just won’t last as long. Probably.”

I moan, long and loud. “I hope I can handle it.” I rub my legs together a little more.

“You can. You’ll always be my needy little mate,” he growls, dropping to his knees in front of me with a grace that still surprises me for a man of his size. His big hands move up my legs, pushing the hem of my dress higher and higher until it’s bunched around my waist. “And right now, you’re very needy. Your sweet pussy is practically begging for me. I can smell how wet you already are.”

He doesn’t waste time with teasing or soft kisses. He hooks his fingers into the waistband of my panties and jerks them down my legs in one smooth, quick motion. He lets out a low growl and tosses the soaked fabric aside like it offends him for being in the way. I let out a gasp as he spreads my thighs wide, exposing me completely to his hungry gaze.

The cool air of the penthouse sweeps across my soaked folds and I shiver, but the heat inside me only burns hotter, like a fire that refuses to be contained. It’s definitely different from the frenzy, but I’m not sure if that’s a good thing or a bad thing. Right now, I just need my mate. If this is like a frenzy, then I’m ready to give in to it.

“Fuck, just look at you,” he groans, leaning close enough for me to feel his hot breath against my sensitive skin. “This swollen clit would be enough proof that you’re in heat if your pussy wasn’t fucking dripping so much for me. And your scent… fuck. I bet you taste sweeter than ever.”

His tongue laves through my folds and he licks from my entrance to my clit, gathering every drop of my arousal. The sudden intense pleasure makes my hips jerk hard on the couch. He growls in approval, the vibration traveling through me, making my walls tingle with pleasure. His tongue caresses me slowly, seeming to be everywhere at once. It teases my clit, wraps around it, and strokes the swollen bud a few times before slithering away.

“That feels so good,” I moan.

“I’m just getting started, little girl,” he growls.

He lowers his lips, snarling like the hungry wolf he is. The next thing I know, his mouth is sealed over my clit, sucking hard, while his tongue flicks rapidly against the sensitive bundle of nerves. My hips buck, grinding my pussy against his face. I squeal with a mixture of surprise and delight.

“Oh goddess! Oh Victor,” I mewl, my hips jerking until he digs his fingers into them, holding me in position while he ravages my needy pussy.

I can definitely feel more tightness in my clit. It throbs and aches more than usual. The way Victor sucks and strokes it with his tongue just seems to trap more blood in it and make it tighter. The pressure builds inside me until I can’t stand it anymore. My fingernails dig into his scalp and my back arches as he sucks an orgasm out of my clit.

“Fuuuuuck!” I cry out, my thighs trembling against his hands as I come.