Hunter grinned when one of her little hands made contact with his chin, and grasping both of her wrists in one hand pinned her arms down above her head.
Emilia’s eyes fluttered open, and after a moment of panic they settled on him and she relaxed somewhat.
“What are you doing?” Her back arched when he ran another wet wipe down her throat and into her cleavage, washing each breast in turn. A moan slipped from Emilia’s lips, and her nipples hardened under his fingertips. It was an invitation he couldn’t resist and releasing her wrists he curled her fingers around one of the inbuilt hand holds on the headboard.
“Keep them there, and do not move, or I’ll have to restrain you, kitten. Are we clear?”
He grasped the heavy mounds of her breasts, and when she didn’t respond, squeezed hard. A shudder went through Emilia. She gasped, and her sweet scent increased as her heartbeat sped up. Hunter grinned and rubbed his beard roughened jaw over the sensitive buds until Emilia squirmed underneath him. She wouldn’t be able to see him clearly with all the lights off, but thanks to his superior vision, he had no such issues. Her skin flushed in arousal, and her legs thrashed aimlessly, as he continued to manipulate her buds with his teeth, lips, and tongue, yet she kept hold of the hand support with a white knuckled grip.
“Good girl, you keep holding on now.”
He glanced up her body, and grinned as she arched her back further, seemingly eager to have his hands back on her.
“Yes, Sir, please don’t stop. Oh, yes.”
Hunter resumed his attention to her breasts, licking first one and then the other nipple, and Emilia panted her need.
“I love these tits, kitten. So responsive. I bet you could come just by me doing this.”
Taking one erect bud between his teeth he bit down hard, and Emilia jerked. He pinched the other nipple, and rolled it between his thumb and forefinger, stretching the tissue as far as it would give.
“Shhh, my sweet girl, take this for me. Let the pain morph into pleasure. That’s my girl.”
He continued to nibble around her areola, alternating hard bites with soothing kisses, until she was once again making incoherent sounds of pleasure that told him how close she was to coming. Emilia groaned when he withdrew, leaving her hanging on the cusp of her release, but Hunter had to withdraw or lose his shit.
His cock was so hard it hurt, and his jaw ached with the need to claim what was his. His bear prowled just under the surface of his skin.
“I need to go.”
He made to move off the bed, but he underestimated her need to please him. Emilia wrapped her small hands around his shoulders and pressed her naked body into his back. It proved his undoing, as she rubbed her soft curves along his sweat slicked skin. His scars were at their worst on his back. Their texture would be rough on her sensitive nipples, and judging by her heavy breaths in his ear the little minx was using them to keep up the stimulation. He should stop her, he knew that, but as her movements grew more urgent, her breaths more erratic, he sat transfixed instead, as she fell over that edge with noisy abandonment. Fingernails digging into his biceps, she bit down on his shoulder to muffle her scream of completion, and his bear roared with such force it shook the bed.
Hunter fisted his hands on his thighs to stop himself from flipping her over and driving his cock into her over and over, and the coppery scent of blood filled his nostrils as his claws ran out and pierced his skin.
“Sir?” Emilia’s hesitant question broke through the hazy fog in his brain, and the bed depressed as she clambered off. Her small hands ran up his legs, and a shudder went through him when she nudged his legs further apart with her shoulders.
He opened his eyes to find her kneeling between his legs, and when she blindly reached for his cock, he damn well nearly leapt of the bed.
“Don’t.” He tried to inject some authority into that word, but then Emilia wrapped her hands around his shaft, licked across the top of his dick, and he stopped thinking altogether.
“Please let me, Sir.” Her hot breath whispered across his wet slit, and nerve endings flared to life as she started to stroke him, hesitant at first and then with a firmer grip until he let his head fall back and fisted the bedcovers to stop himself from fucking her mouth.
“Take me in your mouth. Suck me, girl, and make it good.”
Emilia whimpered, and pleasure consumed him when she wrapped her lips around his tip and swirled her tongue over it. She took him deeper with every suck despite gagging on his length, and Hunter grabbed her hair and took over. The fact that she let him, that she relaxed her jaw until he hit the back of her throat repeatedly, and swallowed around him as the first jets of his release shot through his cock, meant he couldn’t hold on. His orgasm shot through him at lightning speed, and he came with a roar that shook the windows and robbed him of the ability to do anything other than collapse back on the bed and keep breathing.
By the time he could do so without seeing stars, he became aware of Emilia licking him clean. Having finished her task, she wrapped her arms around his legs and rested her head on his thigh.
Hunter reached down to pat her head, and she snuggled in closer. He’d known she was submissive, had gotten a further insight into her psyche when he’d read her responses to the questionnaire he’d sent, but this act, right now, spoke volumes of how far her submissive nature reached and his heart contracted painfully.
There was no point in fooling himself. This woman had the power to bring him to her knees. If she rejected his bear…
Hunter groaned and threw his arm over his head. No, he wouldn’t allow himself to even entertain the notion. As though sensing his shifting moods, Emilia tightened her hold on his legs.
“Sir?” she asked.
Hunter reached down to wrap his hand in her hair, and Emilia inhaled sharply.
“You do realize, you’ve earned yourself a punishment for this, don’t you?”
He could feel her smile in the kisses she trailed up his thigh, and he had to grin.
“Yes, Sir, though I think that would be unfair. I was merely being a good girl and making sure you were comfortable, Sir.”
The intonation she put on the title was pure sass, and Hunter pulled her up by her hair.
“You’ll definitely pay for that, kitten. Now get up here and this time do as you’re told and go to sleep.”
Emilia clambered up him, and he caught her mouth in a bruising kiss that left her breathless and limp sprawled all over him.
It took considerable effort on his part to get them both moved under the covers, and Emilia snuggled in, yawned, and then wiggled.
“Damn it, I have to pee.”
Hunter couldn’t help it. He burst out laughing, and Emilia grinned up at him when he raised himself up on his elbows better to see her. She mock pouted, and a big bubble of happiness burst in his chest.
“This is not funny. How can I sleep, when I have to go? It’s cold out there, dammit, and I can’t see a thing. Why did you have to turn off all the lights?”
Hunter frowned, not wishing to remind her of his reasons. The feel of his scars didn’t seem to have repulsed her, and his dick hardened slightly as he recalled how she had used them moments before to get herself off, but he wasn’t ready to let her see them in all of their ugly glory just yet.
“I can see perfectly well, kitten,” he said, and she swatted his chest lightly.
“Well, bully for you, Sir, but that doesn’t help me now, does it?”
Hunter tapped her nose and dropped his voice.
“Less of the attitude, kitten, or I’ll bring that punishment forward to right now.”
Emilia’s eyes widened, and she bit her lip. The most delightful blush heated her cheeks, and she dropped her gaze.
“Sorry, Sir. I didn’t mean to be disrespectful, but I really gotta go. And I can’t believe I’m even telling you this.” She buried her face in her hands, and Hunter tugged them away and brushed his lips over hers.
“I don’t ever
want you to be embarrassed in front of me, kitten. And there is a solution to this predicament. I’ll take you.”
Her protest turned into a shriek when he picked her up and carried her through to the bathroom, and set her down on the loo.
“There, I think you’ll manage from now on. I’ll be outside, if you need carrying back.”
“Don’t you dare. I’ll find my own way back … err, Sir.”
Hunter laughed and made his way back to the bedroom. Little did she know that he could hear her perfectly well, and his grin deepened when she stumbled along the corridor. His girl had an extensive vocabulary of swear words, and she was also as blind as a bat in the dark. Just as he was beginning to think he would have to come and get her after all she appeared in his bedroom, looking adorably flustered.
She climbed back on the bed, and it was his turn to gasp when she stuck her freezing cold feet between his legs.
“Jesus, kitten. Warn a man.”
“Serves you right. I thought you said this place has central heating.”
“It does. It’s perfectly warm.”
Emilia huffed, snuggled in closer and yawned.
“All very well for you to say. You’re like a walking furnace. If you didn’t look so disgustingly healthy, I’d have thought you’re running a fever.”
She yawned again, and seconds later the even puffs of air hitting his chest told him that she was asleep.
Hunter smiled and shut his own eyes. They had a lot to sort out yet, but he couldn’t help but feel hopeful. Far from being fearful as he’d half thought she might be considering the situation, she felt secure enough to not only give him sass, but also to joke with him.
His eyes flew open as it dawned on him that he had laughed more in the last few hours since he’d picked her up from her father’s house than he had in … he couldn’t even remember when.
Chapter Five
Emilia screwed her eyes shut against the blinding whiteness trying to invade her closed eyelids. It couldn’t be morning already. She’d only just fallen asleep. And why was it so bright? It had been pitch black last night, and she had the stubbed toes to prove it, dammit.
Turning her head to get away from the annoying light only achieved for the crushing pressure to her ribs to increase, and Emilia gave up and opened her eyes.
Bright sunshine streamed into the room, and was that snow she could see? Her lips curved up into a smile. When had they last had snow on Christmas Eve? The crushing weight around her turned out to be Hunter’s arm and she wriggled slightly to get him to move, and then froze when her brain registered what she was seeing.
“Holy shit.”
She hadn’t realized she said that out loud until Hunter’s eyes flew open, and he let go of her. He yanked the sheet up his torso, and scowled. Jaw locked, eyes hooded, his entire frame tensed, and Emilia’s heart broke a little for him. She tugged on the sheet, and smiled at him.
“Please don’t hide them from me. Let me see.”
Hunter shook his head, and Emilia tugged harder.
“Please, I told you they don’t scare me, and besides I felt them last night.” Heat rose in her cheeks when she recalled just how exactly she had felt them. It wasn’t like her to be that forward, but it seemed Hunter had awoken her libido kicking and screaming. Even now she grew wet for him, and Hunter’s nostrils flared as though he could smell her arousal. The thought should mortify her, but it had the opposite effect, and she squeezed her thighs together to relieve the ache in her pussy.
Hunter made a strangled sound in the back of his throat and slowly released the death grip he had on the sheet, and Emilia tried her best to keep her expression neutral, but oh God, there were so many of them.
Tears clouded her vision and she blinked them away hastily, but one fell on Hunter’s ridged abdomen anyway and he swore and reached up to cup her face.
“What happened to you?” Emilia asked and he shook his head.
“It’s not important, and these are nothing to cry over. I told you they don’t hurt anymore. They’re just ugly.”
There was a suspicious undertone to his deep voice, and Emilia leant into his touch, and using just her index finger traced the edge of his scars, where it crossed over his pecs. Her fingernail grazed his nipple, and she watched in fascination as it grew hard under her touch. His pectorals bunched and his six pack rippled as he tensed, and ignoring the ugly red, welts on his skin, she ran her fingers through his chest hair. It felt smooth under her digits, and she followed the trail down to where he was now tenting the sheet. Her mouth went dry when she saw how far that sheet rose. She knew he was big from having deep throated him last night, but he looked enormous, and, suddenly shy, she brought her hands back up to trace the scars running along his side.
Her gaze sought his, and his chestnut eyes bled to gold and back again. She couldn’t put it down to a trick of the light this time, and her stomach hollowed out as another possibility occurred to her. One that she thought to be the stuff of legends, but one that fit. It explained the heat emanating off him, his impressive physique, even the scars. A mere human would never have survived such an injury, surely.
Heart trying to beat itself out of her chest, she avoided his gaze when his eyebrows drew together in a frown.
“I can positively see the wheels turning in your head, kitten. Talk to me. What has you thinking so hard?”
Emilia shrugged her shoulders, but she should have known he wouldn’t let her get away with that.
Sure enough he sat up until he towered over her, and she flinched when he wrapped his hand in her hair and pulled hard. Stings of pain darted across her scalp, and she whimpered. Not because of the pain, but because that simple act of domination had the heat of arousal course through her veins. Her breasts ached, and her nipples firmed until they were so sensitive that even the slight air movement as he shifted closer hurt. Darts of arousal shot to her clit, and she shut her eyes when he touched her wet slit and inserted one finger knuckle deep into her pussy hole. Her internal muscles clenched around that digit, and he groaned. Tightening his hold on her hair, he licked along her rapidly beating pulse point in her neck and then bit down hard on her earlobe.
“So wet already. My kitten is a naughty little slut, it seems, but I did promise you a punishment, didn’t I? Now what shall it be? The flogger, the cane, the paddle…”
Hunter chuckled softly when she shook her head, and delivering little bites along her neck licked along her jaw until he reached her mouth. The kiss that followed stole her breath, and any objection she might have made fled her befuddled brain.
When he finally broke the kiss he was breathing as hard and as fast as she was.
“Look at me, kitten. Tell me what you were thinking earlier, and I might let you get away with just a spanking.”
The thought of his hands on her ass made her groan, and his eyes flashed in triumph at her reaction.
“Oh, I see, we like the idea of that, do we? I can make a spanking hurt more than a flogger, kitten, so don’t get too excited.”
That thought really shouldn’t make her wetter, and he would notice her gushing for him. Two more fingers had joined the first digit in her cunt, and he fucked them in and out of her with deadly precision that meant Emilia climbed up those rungs of arousal at lightning speed.
There was something wild and dangerous in Hunter’s expression as he took her right to the edge and then withdrew his fingers.
Emilia whined her distress, and he tapped her bottom lip for her to open up. She complied immediately, and his eyes flashed to gold and stayed that way when she sucked on his fingers.
“Careful, minx, you have no idea what you’ll get if you push me.” His voice had dropped further, and there was a definite growl behind it now.
God, she was right about him. He wasn’t human, and that thought should make her run away as far and as fast as she could, but the other reckless part of her won out. The part that had been half in love with him for as far back as she could rem
ember held her rooted in place and made her bite down on the thick fingers in her mouth as hard as she could.
Blood filled her mouth, and Hunter roared. Before she could blink she was on his lap and his hand came crashing down her ass repeatedly.
Emilia screamed and sobbed as the painful blows came down without any respite. Emilia rather enjoyed a spanking, but this was without doubt a punishment. The force he used meant her ass was on fire and every swat pushed her down on his knees. She tried to rise up, to get away from the relentless blows, but he pushed hard between her shoulder blades and she slumped down, unable to do anything but take the pain. Pain that slowly morphed into pleasure, when he stopped abusing her ass and massaged the hot cheeks instead.
“Give me a color, kitten—now.” His voice sounded more distorted than ever, and Emilia wasn’t all surprised at the clawed hand that grasped her chin. She blinked through her tears when she saw his toothy smile. Looking more animal than human right now, he studied her from under hooded lids, his harsh features drawn tight, yet she wasn’t afraid.
There was rigid control in the way he held her. His claws just resting on her skin without breaking through and really harming her. She knew without a doubt that he would stop if she cried red. How she could be so sure, she couldn’t even begin to explain to herself, she just did, and she somehow managed to croak her answer past her parched lips.
“Green, Sir, please don’t stop. Let me see all of you.”
Hunter blinked, astonishment on his face, and he shook his head, and released her.
“You don’t know what you’re asking of me, and you’re not ready to meet the real me.”
He slid her off his lap, and bereft without his control over her, she scrambled into a sitting position and brought her knees up. The action stung like crazy on her hot ass, and she bit her lip to stop herself from crying out.
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