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“Like you wouldn’t believe. Not even going to be embarrassed about it.”

I grabbed the package and tore it open. His hands were a little shaky but not so much that he couldn’t sheath himself in the condom. My mouth watered as I watched him hold the thick length in his hand. Cruise was big before we’d gotten really started, and now he looked huge. Could a man be a shower and a grower?

“You’re…really big,” I said and smiled at him. Was that an absolutely stupid thing to say? I couldn’t even tell anymore, but my nerves insisted I should say something.

“And now she strokes my ego. I love it. But don’t worry. We’re going to fit beautifully, and I am going to make you come. Hard.”

Even as his words were rough, his mouth was soft when it met my own. He pressed a finger inside of me and then moaned. “You are so wet for me, sweetheart.”

Did he ever think that would be a question? I never got to ask because he kissed me again, sinking inside of me in the same movement. I sighed, surprised at the fullness of him being there, so deep within me. Yes, that was heaven. It really was. I wrapped my legs around his waist and drew him in deeper. He pushed in and out of me, each movement stroking over my clit and hitting the other spot inside of me, a sensation I needed him to repeat again and again. I cried out, pleasure building and building with each rocking nudge.

The muscles in Cruise’s neck strained, and his eyes met mine as our hands met, fingers twining even as our hips rockedtogether. Over and over again, I floated up, down, and around again. It had never felt like this for me. This was something different, and I didn’t think it was because I was touch starved. This was because it was Cruise and he had the ability to kill at every task he undertook.

I cried out, louder, a primal sound from the back of my throat. My fingers dug into his back, clawing and scraping for purchase until I feared I would leave a mark, but I didn’t care. He seemed to love it, driving in and out of me faster before I finally exploded, bucking beneath him.

He called out my name as he emptied inside of me. Or sort of. He’d promised to take care of me and that was what he’d done.

I kissed him all over his face. I was this person before. I just forgot her.

Still inside of me, he smoothed his thumb over my bottom lip. “Addalee. You’re so fucking beautiful.”

Cruise had just become essential. And I knew that was a risk in my life. I was demonless, but even in his bed, wrapped up in his body, my life continued to be one of risk. I just didn’t know what the risk would be just yet.

But I kissed and kissed him. For now, there was Cruise.

I ran after Ryker,my ponytail slapping against my face. We wanted to sleep in the tent in his mom’s backyard, but my mother said I couldn’t go, because she hated Ryker’s mom. I didn’t know why she would hate his mom. She was always nice to me.

“You can’t catch me.” He laughed. He was right. I absolutely couldn’t, and my bottom lip stuck out in a pout. He was muchfaster than me, but he was also a year older, so it really wasn’t fair.

“Addie.” James suddenly stood in front of me. I blinked. What was she doing here?

“Here isn’t real, and it isn’t safe for you to get lost, not even in dreams. They never really let you go, you understand that, right? You have to stay alert. Ryker isn’t here. He’s suffering.”

I whirled around. “Ryker?”

He was right in front of me, but he didn’t look like a little boy anymore. Blood dripped from his empty eyes and spiders climbed all over his body, making cobwebs in his buttonholes and between his teeth. I gasped and rushed toward him.

“You have to find me, Addalee. You can’t leave me like this.”

His hand stretched toward me. I ran toward it. I wouldn’t. I wouldn’t leave him.

I sat up in bed with a jerk and a gasp. Cruise slept next to me, his face passive as he snored quietly. Although his arm was slung across my waist, he moved without waking when I sat up.

I had to get out of here. Ryker needed me to find him. Why was I lounging around in bed having amazing sex when the one person who had been there for me my entire life was suffering? I got out of bed, which roused Cruise. He sat up, rubbing sleep from his eyes. “You okay?”

“I have to find him,” I replied, tugging a shirt over my head.

He rolled over and turned on the light. “Ryker?”

“Yes. I saw him. He’s suffering. He’s suffering, Cruise, and James said I can’t let my guard down. What am I doing? How could I have just let him suffer today?” My hands shook so badly, I couldn’t work the buttons on my shirt.

Cruise got out of bed, his strong hands catching mine and stilling their frantic fluttering. “Few things, Addalee. Number one, if you’re going, I’m going with you. You’re not going out on your own to search for the demon who tortured you for years.”

He didn’t understand. How could he? “I’m not tracking the demon. I’m looking for Ryker.”

“You hear yourself, right?” He lifted his eyebrows. “You find Ryker, you’ll find the demon. You’re tracking both things, and I’m not sure how you even intend to do it. Are you?”

Cruise made a good point. I sat down. How was I going to find him? Cruise knelt in front of me, which was when I cued into the fact that he’d put on his shorts.Well, that is a bummer.

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