The Hunt: Paranormal Shifter Romance

by Milly Taiden

  “Stop teasing me,” she groaned.

  “I’ve got what you want, baby.”

  Dax sealed his words as he entered her tight sheath in one fluid thrust. He bottomed out, making her legs shake.

  “Oh god, Dax.” Willow barely recognized her sexed up voice, but she didn’t care. She wanted him to move, to fuck her until she reached that peak of pleasure. Willow wanted to lose herself in him. To come like she never had. In that moment, she wasn’t a sad woman searching for a place in the world.

  In this instant, with Dax inside her, she was exactly where she needed to be.

  “You feel so good, baby,” Dax whispered in her ear before pumping out, then back in.

  As he moved in and out of her, his hands went to her hips, lifting them and angling them perfectly. Every thrust had her clit grazing his groin.

  “I want you to come all over my dick. I want to feel you squeeze the come out of me with your tight pussy.”

  “Dax,” was all she could say. She was breathless. A second orgasm was building deep in her core.

  It raced through her as Dax grinded down into her, sawing his large cock in and out.

  “That’s it, baby. I’ll catch you,” he murmured into her ear.

  And he did. As Willow thrashed against the bed, her pleasure exploding inside of her, Dax held her impossibly closer. Her orgasm continued to detonate until Dax filled her with his own release.

  “Willow,” he hissed, his body racked above hers with pleasure.

  He stayed inside her, letting his length soften while he covered her face and chest with languid kisses. Willow’s pussy fluttered with delicious aftershocks.

  “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, taking her in his arms as he laid them on the bed. “You’re not going anywhere.”

  Willow was okay with that. Besides, she wasn’t sure her legs would work. She nuzzled his chest and reveled in the safety she felt in his arms.

  Willow had taken a chance on him and he hadn’t disappointed her. It had been the best sex of her life.

  Chapter Eight

  Dax growled, hating that he had to leave Willow right when she’d dozed off. He’d heard the call of his enforcer’s wolf and needed to see what the drama at the main house was. Then he’d be back in bed with her. She was fucking amazing. With his costume back in place, he walked out of the tiny cabin and met Ghost and Siege.

  “What’s going on?” he growled, marching toward the main house.

  “It’s Eddie Molina,” Siege replied. “He’s angry he’s been denied entry.”

  Ella waited for him at the back entrance. Her face was a mask of anger and her blue eyes flashed with her animal’s power. “This son of a demon decided he was going to crash our Hunt. As if I’d let him.”

  Dax rushed forward. The crowd parted and allowed them to pass. People continued having sex in the middle of the dance floor. There were naked bodies all over the place, in the midst of intercourse. Couples, threesomes, and straight up orgies.

  Halo and Clancy held Eddie back. He was older than Dax, but only by a few years. Anger burned in Eddie’s eyes.

  “So, you’re finally here. What the fuck, Dax? Why won’t they let me in?”

  “Because you’re not part of our pack, Eddie. You’re not welcomed here.”

  Eddie growled and tried to break free. “I will always be part of this pack. I’ve done nothing to be kicked out,” he spat. “Besides, you’re supposed to have a formal hearing to release a pack member but you haven’t done that.”

  “Fuck you, Eddie,” Ella spat. “You know very well why we don’t want you here. You ever lay a hand on a female to hurt her again and you won’t have that hand much longer.”

  Eddie took a step toward Ella and Dax grabbed him by the throat and shoved him against the open door, his back slamming into the thick wood. “I don’t think so, Eddie. You know this isn’t that kind of pack. Women are respected here. You know very well why we asked you to leave. Get out and don’t come back. If you do, you’re going to be sorry.”

  Dax shoved Eddie out of the front door and watched him stumble away. Eddie growled and stared at them for a moment before getting into his car and driving off.

  “Well, that almost put a damper on our event,” Ella said.

  “Ella, love,” Ghost grinned, “I don’t think any of the people fucking in the nearest five-mile radius gives a shit about Eddie.”

  She grinned and shook her head. “You’re right. He’s a piece of work, thinking I’d just let him in after what he did. He’s lucky he’s alive right now.” She frowned at Dax. “Why is he alive, Dax?”

  “Dad. Eddie’s father begged him to let him live. Dad told him he’d have one chance to get out of here alive, but he was to never join the pack again.”

  Ella snorted. “That lasted all of a few months.”

  Dax slid his fingers through his hair and sighed. “I need to get back to the cabin.”

  Ella curled her arm around his. “Why? Do you have something you want to tell me?”

  He met her gaze and frowned at her too curious stare. “No. I just need to get back.”

  She nodded. “Fair enough. We’ll talk tomorrow.”

  Chapter Nine

  Willow jerked up in the bed. Fuck. She’d totally dozed off and almost slept in Dax’s house. How uncomfortable would that morning-after conversation be if she stayed? No way was she sticking around to find out.

  She slipped into her costume and peeked out of the cabin. She heard moans and groans and frowned. Walking around the side of the mansion, she peered over a bush and gawked. What the fuck?

  A group of six people were openly having sex in a Jacuzzi. She blinked, thinking she must be hallucinating, but there was no way. She never came up with anything this…creative in her life.

  She took steps back slowly—not that they seemed to care if anyone watched—and rushed toward her car. She saw her keys on the valet board and didn’t bother waiting for the attendant to return. She had to get out of there. This was clearly not her type of party.

  On her drive home, she considered the fact that she hadn’t given Dax her number. But really, how comfortable would she be seeing him again? What would they talk about? Her moaning? How good he fucked her? Dear god, he’d fucked her so good. She bit her lip. She was going to be thinking of that for a while. Her body still tingled from her orgasms.

  She gripped the steering wheel and zoomed back to her side of town. Her body was still a giant knot of horny nerves. Fuck, she needed some ice cream. Ice cream would cure her. It had to be because her other alternative was going back and begging Golden Cock to fuck her out of her stupidity.

  She stopped by an all-night fast food drive-thru and ordered a milkshake. A brain freeze would stop all the wild, dirty thoughts.

  When she got home it was way too late to text or call Amy. Instead she went straight for her bathroom to take a shower. Dumping clothes on the floor as she walked, she stripped in the middle of her living room and took her time walking. Her legs were still shaky and her pelvis ached like she had done five hundred squats. She snorted. Yup, it had been that good.

  Two days later, she went to work as usual and frowned at the looks she got at the door.

  Noelle smiled brightly as she usually did and motioned her over. “Get your buns over here, young lady.”

  She raised her brows and wondered what was going on. “Hey, Noelle.”

  “Don’t you hey me. How was the party?”

  “It was okay.” It was fucking amazing. “I didn’t really see my friends.” Nope. I found the hottest man and we fucked like wild animals. “So I ended up leaving a little while later.” A long while later, and I had to almost crawl my legs were so weak.

  Noelle pouted. “That doesn’t sound very fun.”

  She shrugged. “It wasn’t bad.” Someone else walked by her and stared openly. She glanced at Noelle. “Is there something on my face?”

  “No, why?”

  “Why are people staring at me?
”

  Noelle frowned. “I don’t know.” She gave Willow a once-over. “You look fine to me. Nothing out of place.”

  Things got really busy during rush hour and she was tending to a long line when someone gasped.

  “Who’s that?” Noelle whispered.

  Willow glanced up, but she couldn’t see past the tall guy in front of her. She gave him his change and then swallowed hard when Dax stepped up as the next customer. There was a fierce frown on his face.

  “Why did you leave?”

  Her face heated. Everyone stared at her as if she’d committed a crime. “Hi,” she smiled politely, just like she did with every other customer that hadn’t fucked her braindead. “What can I get you?”

  “You. Naked. Back in my bed. Where I left you.”

  Chapter Ten

  There was a group gasp and then complete silence.

  Willow’s face flushed. Her pussy clenched. And her mouth? That moaned. Because the words that Dax had just said to her were the hottest, sexiest thing she had ever heard in her life.

  She wanted nothing more than to take her apron off and do Dax right there. Well, maybe not right there. She so wasn’t into the same kind of shit the people at the party had been.

  But she would be up for a private party all of their own.

  Dax watched her, nostrils flared and eyes glowing with pure lust. It looked like he wanted to eat her whole. With another loud swallow, trying to wet her dry mouth, Willow tried to remember how to speak.

  “I’m kind of working right now,” she said, her voice breaking on the desire clawing at her throat. Ugh. Was that really the best she could do after that hot line? It had clearly fried her brain.

  Willow took the time to look at him. He looked insanely good in his pair of jeans and black thermal tee. The sleeves were stretched around his biceps. Without understanding the urge, Willow wanted to bite the muscled flesh.

  “Yes, I see that.” Dax looked around. The patrons looked away, having been caught openly staring at his fine figure. “I would love to take you out. Get to know you, spend some time with you. When do you get off?”

  Naked, under you preferably. Whoa. The dirty thought surprised Willow. She’d never had those kinds of ideas with any of her old boyfriends.

  But none compared to Dax. His entire demeanor screamed sex appeal, confidence, and masculinity.

  “She’s off now,” Noelle interjected.

  Willow shot her boss a confused look. Noelle shrugged and wiggled her eyebrows at her.

  “That’s not true,” Willow corrected. Why was she contesting this? Especially if it meant she could go and have great sex with Dax.

  “Sure, it is,” Noelle gave Dax a sweet smile. “She’s a great employee who never misses a single day of work. I think that this is the perfect day for our girl to get some time off.”

  “I agree,” Dax said, his eyes roaming all over Willow. The look in his eyes made her fidget. She felt naked. Or rather, she wanted to be naked. What was happening to her? Did Dax have a magic penis that caused immediate addiction to cock?

  That was the only logical explanation, but it wasn’t logical. At all.

  “Well, have fun, you crazy kids.” Noelle bumped her hip into Willow, bringing her back to reality. “And we need to have a conversation about what certain words mean. You know, like okay and left early.”

  “But—”

  Willow wasn’t able to finish her sentence. Dax stepped around the counter and cupped her face with both his large hands. His lips met hers in a sweet kiss.

  At least, it started sweet. Willow closed her arms around his neck and crushed herself to him, deepening the kiss. Dax growled, and his hands traveled down to cup her ass.

  In public. Holy fuck!

  Yup, this was it. She was now officially addicted to everything that was Dax.

  “You two need to get out of here. My fire hazard insurance doesn’t cover sex-fueled blazes.”

  Pulling away from the kiss, Dax winked to Willow.

  “Thanks,” he said to Noelle. He put his arm around Willow’s shoulder and led her outside.

  Thankfully, Noelle chased after them with Willow’s purse.

  “Who—ho—” Words had utterly failed her.

  “How did I find you?” Dax finished the thought for her. “As soon as I could smell, I followed your scent.” He shrugged as if that was the most natural response in the world. It wasn’t. Willow gave him a puzzled look, and he winked at her. It zinged right to her core, making her think about all of the dirty things they had done in his cabin. “I’ll explain later,” he said, tucking her into his shiny black pickup truck.

  “Okay. Stop, wait. You need to tell me where we’re going and what the hell is happening.”

  Willow would have loved to sound more angry than breathless, but her body was just one big traitor. The thought of being close to him again was too thrilling.

  Dax walked around the truck and hopped in. He turned to look at her, his right arm draped over the headrest.

  “I’m guessing you saw some pretty interesting things when you left my bed two nights ago.”

  “I’ll say,” Willow snorted. “You have some freaky ass friends.”

  “That’s my pack. My family,” Dax explained. Willow shook her head, trying to find sense in his words. “I’m a shifter.” Again, she failed to understand what he was saying. “Have you ever heard of shifters? Humans who can shift into an animal?”

  Willow nodded. She had heard rumors about shifters, but she had always assumed they were an urban legend people chose to believe. That kind of shit didn’t exist. This wasn’t a movie. It was the real world.

  “Well, they exist, and I just so happen to be one. I’m a wolf shifter. My family and I, we shift into wolves. The Hunt, that’s what we call that specific evening. That night’s event is an annual thing we do. We block out our shifter senses with a special drink we created. We call it hunter’s block, though it’s really not in the traditional sense. Then we…” Dax licked his lips, and Willow watched the movement with vented interest.

  She tightened her legs together, remembering how it felt to have that tongue twirling around her clit as she came.

  “We have the night to mate without our shifter abilities,” Dax continued, pulling her out of her reverie. “Anyway, that’s why it took me so long to find you. I didn’t have my sense of smell to track you down.” One of his hands landed on her thigh and squeezed it. “I’ve been going out of my mind wondering why you left.”

  “Because you weren’t in bed anymore. Besides, I was trying to avoid an awkward morning-after conversation.”

  “You should’ve stayed. I wanted you to stay.” As he said those last words, Dax leaned forward and ran his lips against Willow’s parted mouth. It wasn’t a sweet kiss. It was out of control, like Dax was a man starving, and Willow was a delicious meal. Panting with desire, she pushed him away.

  “Back it up, dude.” She was trying to keep her emotions out of the discussion. What she had wanted to call him was Sex God. Not the best way to keep a conversation going after a kiss like that. Not when she knew what he could do with that mouth of his. “You just said a bunch of things I don’t understand.”

  “I’m a shifter,” Dax began patiently.

  “Yeah, I got that part. And I fully reserve the right to question you about that later. What I want to know is how you found me.”

  “Your scent. God, Willow. Your smell was all over my cabin, all over my bed. When my senses came back, it nearly knocked me on my ass. I tracked you to your place but you weren’t there, so I followed your delicious aroma here.”

  “Do you realize how creepy that sounds?” She didn’t fully want to admit that it was also kind of romantic that he had wanted to seek her out after their amazing night together.

  “Oh. Well, I didn’t think of like that. I guess that’s a little disconnect between human and shifter. Are you mad I did that?” He looked at her in earnest, and the sweetness etched on his oth
erwise very manly face nearly melted Willow’s heart.

  “No, I’m not mad. I’m just…this is a lot to take in.”

  “I want to take you out on a real date. You can ask me any questions you want, and I’ll do my best to answer.”

  “I’m not going anywhere until you tell me if you participate in those orgies.” Willow crossed her arms and hooked an eyebrow at him.

  Dax laughed, the rolling sound filling the cab of the truck. The entirety of his muscled framed shook with the laughter.

  “There’s no fucking way. I usually don’t participate in the Hunt. My parents sort of forced me this year. They even had my little sister Ella strong-arm me into it.”

  “So no group sex?” Willow confirmed. Dax nodded and put up one hand while the other went over his heart.

  “I swear.”

  Willow was overcome with this sense of pure trust. She couldn’t tell if the feeling was emanating from her very interested lady parts or her instincts. Fact was, she wanted to spend more time with Dax.

  She hadn’t let herself just be in years. She had been too busy taking care of her mother and then making her mom’s dream come true.

  Willow deserved a bit of a walk on the wolf’s side.

  Chapter Eleven

  The truck was filled with the sweet strawberry smell that radiated off of Willow in tempting waves. Her scent was driving Dax slightly mad with desire. He’d managed to kiss her twice, but it hadn’t been enough. It would never be enough when it came to Willow.

  Mate, his wolf growled.

  The heavy feeling that came with finding one’s true and real mate had crushed into Dax’s soul the second he had gotten his shifter abilities back. He had been sleeping fitfully in his cabin when the odor of fresh strawberries had zinged to his cock. It had given him the most painful erection he had ever had.

  He’d known there was only one explanation. The woman he had been so very lucky to fuck, the curvy goddess in the Morticia Addams dress, hadn’t just been the best sex of his life, nor simply the sweetest woman he’d ever met.