“H-Hunter?” she eventually stammers, relief filling her gaze.
“Mmm,” I answer with a growl deep in my chest. I’m fucking hard as a rock, my cock throbbing for her in my jeans. I can’t remember craving someone this intensely, ever. She smells absolutely delectable, her pheromones calling me in to take what I desire.
Unable to hold myself back, my mouth claims hers.
Finally.
It’s forceful, hard, and quick. My tongue demands entrance, and she relents, parting her lips for me. With the first feel of her tongue against mine, a moan escapes my eager kiss. My knees relax, no longer wanting to hold my weight from hers. I fit between her legs so comfortably, my cock heavy with desire as I rest it against her heat. She was made for me, every curve and valley fitting me like a glove.
She releases the sweetest little groan, and with it, I thrust my hips, rubbing my hardness against her soft sex. Fuck, I want her. I crave her pussy like nothing else—she’s temptation in the sweetest form of torture. I pull my mouth away, leaving enough room to rasp against her perfect lips. “You run from me, you become prey. Do you understand that, little girl?” I warn, making her eyes flutter open once more and widen with my promise.
She dips her head in a quick nod, licking her lips as she looks me over. I haven’t brought myself to move off her just yet—she feels far too good. I push my hips against her pussy again, enjoying as she draws in a quick gasp, and her irises light with desire. “Hunter,” she whispers my name, and fuck, she may as well be a siren.
I brush our lips against one another. Not in a kiss, but a caress filled with promises I’m not yet ready to voice. One kiss is all I can handle right now, anything more, and I’ll be fucking her here and now in this very spot. She’s not ready for raw and dirty, or we’d already be naked like animals in heat.
“Time to go back home.” I pull myself up with a deep exhale and reach for her. She places her palm in mine and allows me to help her up. I don’t drop it as I lead her toward my house. “Want to explain what the fuck you were doing out here, hiding, while the alarm was going off? You left the back door wide open, and anyone could’ve gotten to you.”
“I woke up and wanted to go outside to the flowers, but when I opened the door, that scream sounded, and it scared me. I ran and hid, not sure what was happening.”
I nod, not looking at her. I need to put some distance between us to think straight again. “The house alarm is so no one breaks into the house while I’m gone. I told you to stay inside last night before you went to bed. You should’ve listened to me.”
I make out her frown in my peripheral vision but ignore it. I raced back here, thinking she could possibly be hurt, brutalized, or killed only to find out it was merely because she wanted to smell the flowers. “You may have been shrouded in a false sense of safety while hiding out on that island, but this is the real world, and it’s filled with ugly monsters. There were terrible men on that island with you as well, but I’m guessing you were one of the lucky ones and never found that out.”
“Why are you being this way? Have I upset you?”
I round on her, shoving her against a tree as I loom over her. My stare takes her in from head to toe, wanting to scold her, but I catch the blood on her feet, the scratches on the sides, and I can imagine what the bottoms must look like. With an angry growl, I scoop her into my arms, making her cry out in surprise.
“You’re bleeding,” is all I say as I stomp the rest of the way to the house. I think I scare her as she quietly watches me, without attempting to escape my hold. It’s a good thing. I don’t know if I could handle the thought of her injuring herself more, all because I decided to give chase, hunting her down like she’s my next mark, and then fucking her in the middle of the woods.
“Why am I here if you won’t speak to me?” she questions, ignoring my frown as we get inside, and I spin around. I reach for her throat, yanking her face to mine. I can’t seem to stop touching her. I shouldn’t be so aggressive. Who knows what all she’s been through, but she stirs up my every emotion. It has me feeling like I’m losing control, and any lack of control doesn’t bode well with me at all.
“You’re right, you don’t understand anything.” I want to beat on my chest and demand she stay here for as long as I desire. It’ll only backfire if I do, though.
Rather than say anything, my mouth slams on hers. I kiss her like I’m starved for her, a man dying for a sweet taste of her lips. And fuck me if she isn’t the sweetest sip of water I’ve ever tasted. There’s no going back after this. I know it, and she will soon enough.
Chapter Seven
AURA
He kissed me. I’m not sure how I feel about it. Of course, I’ve wanted it to happen, but dreaming of something versus it actually happening are two completely different things. I’m confused. I was around the same three people for most of my life, and now my world’s been turned upside down. I still haven’t heard from my friends, nor has Hunter mentioned anything regarding them. For all I know, they could’ve left without me, or even worse, they could be dead. The possible notion of them being out of this world forever sends pain straight to my heart.
I can’t think of them right now as I have other things on my plate at the moment. The kiss from Hunter doesn’t help, as they’re the only other people I’ve ever kissed before. For example, there’s this undeniable chemistry between Hunter and me as well as discovering who my parents are.
I’m torn on finding out what happened to me if I was lost or taken. Then again, I can’t help but wonder if the truth will break me. At this rate, anything is possible, and I’m just grateful Hunter was there on the island when I needed him. Regardless, I can’t depend on him to always be there. I need to rely on myself as I could on the island. I was taught to be self-sufficient, to work hard, and earn my keep the same as everybody else. In a perfect place, that would be enough, but this feels like a new world completely, and I have to relearn everything. I feel useless, and I hate it.
He scared me when he found me hiding against the massive tree, even though I knew he was coming and to expect him. It’s what he does—he hunts people, and he’s good at it. I wasn’t anticipating his fury, the weariness in his eyes when my gaze met his. I was responsible for putting the look on his face, and it crushed me inside. The last thing I’d ever want to do is upset him in any way, but it couldn’t be helped. I had to get away from the shrill noise. If he hadn’t activated it, then I would’ve stayed close to the house.
No matter how many times I go over the events in the past twenty-four hours, I keep coming back to the moment where his mouth was on mine. I’ve never felt something so bone-deep as if his lips were made solely for mine. I’m a fool for dreaming up such things and that he could be the one person meant for me. Who knows if that concept even exists and if true love is ‘the real thing.’ I’ve been kept away from society and its norms for far too long to know what fact or fiction is when it comes to love. I want to believe it’ll happen like in the many stories I’ve been told over the years, but if my feelings for Hunter are any indication, then it’s best to expect the unexpected.