Page 59 of His to Hunt

CHAPTER 16

Taryn

I’ve been by myself since Victor left.

It’s my first time alone in this luxurious penthouse suite since he brought me here. He’s made me believe I deserve to be here, but I’m still learning how to be Penthouse Taryn.

I start with another nice, soothing bath. I don’t know why, but it makes me feel as radiant as a good night’s sleep. That, combined with the mating bond, has me spraying one of the many shower nozzles between my legs for a few minutes while rinsing off. I don’t know for sure if my heightened arousal is the mating bond or just that Victor is sexy as fuck, but it sure isn’t normal for me.

Unfortunately, once I dry off and start looking through the new panties I still haven’t modeled for Victor, I feel yet another tremor of arousal. I didn’t mind these when I had Victor here all to myself, but now that he’s gone, they’re not exactly fun.

I squeeze my thighs together and whimper on the way to the wet bar. A drink seems like what I need, so I pour some vodka into a glass. I start to down it, but then I remember seeing some cranberry juice in the fridge.

“Mmmm,” I hum, sipping the mixed drink. “Maybe that will help.”

It doesn’t. The only thing a drink does is make my inhibitions crater. I admit defeat, walk to the bedroom, and spread out on the bed. There’s so much mattress left over, all I feel is fluff. Fluff and an ache in my core.

I slide my hand between my legs and start rubbing circles around my clit. My hips move and I whine, because I really, really need to come. Except I need more than just my fingers; I need Victor. I need his gloriously long tongue or his thick, hard cock. Either would do. My fingers sink lower, and I let two slip inside me while my thumb rubs my clit.

“Yes, fuck,” I groan desperately, finally feeling a hint of relief.

A thud jolts me out of my obscene trance. Heavy footsteps make me sit up on the bed. I’m naked. I’m wet. My juices are all over the place. I move down the mattress to hide the evidence of my desperate arousal, groaning a little when I feel the dampness.

“Ah, there you are,” Victor growls, walking into the room. His eyes narrow enough for me to know the scent gives away what I’ve been doing. “What were you doing, little girl?”

I could lie, but that would get me in more trouble. I shouldn’t really get in trouble for this. I’m allowed to touch myself, if I want to. It seems like that should be part of the everything I deserve.

“You weren’t here and the mating bond got a little insistent,” I admit, squirming on the bed.

“Do you think I’m going to punish you for touching yourself?” he chuckles, peeling off his shirt as he walks closer to the bed.

“No,” I say. “I just wasn’t expecting you to walk in while I was doing it.”

He removes the rest of his clothes and he’s hard as a rock. He puts a knee on the bed, leans closer, and tilts my head until I meet his dark gaze.

“I like that you’re confident enough to say that,” he reassures me, lightly kissing my lips. “I like it even better that you’re already wet.”

He’s between my legs in an instant, hand on my throat, pinning me down as he spreads my thighs with his knees. Then his giant cock spears into me and I gasp. This isn’t going to be gentle. I wrap my arms around him, groaning when he starts to move. This is what I needed. This is exactly what I needed.

“At least I don’t have to ask if you missed me,” he teases, biting my neck enough for me to feel his fangs while his thrusts get faster. Then he bites my ear even harder and my pussy clamps around his length like I’m trying to claim him. “Or maybe you just missed my cock.”

“I missed you,” I admit, hissing into his ear as he hammers his cock into my pussy. “But I really need this.”

“Being apart from you is torture for me too,” he pants. “That’s how it should be. You should always be close to me. Close enough for me to be inside you every time I catch your sweet scent.”

“Right now, I totally agree,” I’m gasping loudly, his heavy weight pinning me down so that all I can do is take it. And I really love taking it. “Oh god, I’m about to come!”

“Good,” he growls, biting my neck again. His cock throbs enough for me to know he’s close. “Me too.”

He squeezes my neck, bites it, and roars against my skin as he climaxes. Feeling his seed jetting into me sends me spiraling over the edge until I’m shaking on his cock. He keeps moving until my pussy stops fluttering, then he leans back, hands sliding to my hips.

I’ve gotten used to being flipped over like this, tossed like a ragdoll, his cock still inside me as I go from flat on my back to trembling on my knees. I can tell by how hard his hands sink into my hips that I’m about to be rutted.

“This is how much I missed you,” he rumbles, his dick throbbing inside me as he begins to roughly thrust into me.

“You must have missed me a lot!” I can barely get the words out as another orgasm rushes through me and he’s slamming into me as hard as he usually does.

“The only reason… I left you was… to handle things… that concern you,” he grunts between thrusts. “And they have been…handled.”