Page 32 of Hunted By Them


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A low moan escaped my throat, my stomach clenching with need as he crawled over my naked, wet body with his own. The man was an Adonis. Sculpted from the finest marble. It was time to give up the goat and surrender. Or something like that. Whatever. I was waving the proverbial white flag.

I went limp beneath his fervent touch. Hunter grunted his approval. “Good girl.”

Fuck. Those words. I was wet. In more way than one.

My nipples throbbed, begging for his attention as he drew his nose down to my breasts. One large hand came up to palm my left breast, and his mouth found the other. Sweet moon pies. He sucked and laved the nipple with attention before switching to the other one.

“God…” I moaned when he bit down on it. The sharp sizzle of pain did something to my insides. My body was on fire, my veins flooding with an aphrodisiac-like drug. It had to be. Why else would my body act this way toward a man I barely knew?

Mate. My mind supplied the word yet again. I hadn’t wanted to truly listen before, but now? Now it had my full attention. Mating was something of a hard topic at the compound. No one chose who they were with. The High Council’s matchmaker chose for you. The selection was based on age, breeding capabilities, and social standing within the pack. If one person within the mated pair lost their social standing or gained standing, they were remated.

When I was seventeen, I discovered a book in Dr. Monroe’s private study. I’d been waiting for my mother to come out ofher appointment, and he’d graciously let me wait away from the noisy lobby. The book had been sitting out on the table, begging to be read. Mating pairs was the first chapter I had turned to.

It had talked about different types of mated pairs. There were chosen mates, those who chose each other to be a bonded pair, and fated mates, who were destined to be together. It talked about mating marks and something else…omega.That was where I remember seeing that word.

“Where did you go, little mate?” Hunter’s mouth had left my breast. He was now staring down at me, a worried frown etched across his face.

“You called me an omega.”

He smirked. “I did.” I tilted my head slightly to get a better look at him.

“Why?”

“Because that’s what you are.” He didn’t mince the words. “You are an omega female. With some alpha traits, if your sass and inability to follow orders are anything to go by. Wolf is going to love that. He always fashioned himself a brat tamer.”

“I don’t understand.”

“An omega is a special type of wolf that can accept the knot of an alpha,” he educated me softly.

“A what?” Did he just say knot?

“You’ll find out all about that soon enough, Red.”

“But…”

He put a finger to my lips and gave me a gentle shush. “There will be time for that later.”

A groan slipped from my lips as his mouth trailed down to the apex between my thighs. They parted for him without question, my skin wet from the river and the wanton desire that surged through me.

Why was I so wet?

Then he did something I didn’t expect. He slipped his tongue between my folds.

Now this was divine. His tongue was a well-honed tool of the goddess. I’d never experienced anything like it. His tongue lapped at my pussy as he tasted me over and over again.

“Sweet,” he murmured, his breath hot against my exposed clit. “Just like I imagined.”

Holy hell.

His teeth skimmed my clit, and I nearly screamed as my pussy clenched and danced. It wasn’t enough to send me over that desperate edge.

“Please…”

Hunter chuckled. “Don’t worry, mate. I’ve got just what you need.”

He crawled back up my body, peppering it with kisses. They were like a fiery-hot brand against my chilled skin. His mouth sealed over mine with a possession that promised safety and strength. I wrapped my legs around his waist and ground myself against him.

I’d never felt this before. I was moments away from bursting into flames.

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