Hunter (Crescent Wolves Book One)

Chapter Eight

"What the f**k!"

My voice came out more of a squeak than the shout I wanted it to be. I immediately backed up further into my room. My eyes didn't leave him for a second.

"Good morning, beautiful; I was walking in the gardens and thought I'd stop by to say hello."

He was so casual about it like he hadn't just broken into my bedroom and caught me basically naked. Even now, his eyes wandered down my body approvingly. I would punch him if I wasn't so worried the towel would slip and bother me even more.

"Get out. Now."

"Now, why would I do that? When you need me so badly?"

He came forward, and my back hit the rail of my four-poster bed.

"I can smell you, Serina; you need something. Don't you, I can help"

I couldn't get any space between us. I considered calling for someone, but that would only backfire on me.

Hunter was the prince; he could do whatever he liked here.

There was no authority, and there was no fighting him; I would only be accused of trying to seduce him. But he needed to leave.

"You delusional Hunter, leave now."

my voice didn't come out as strong as I hoped. His scent filled my senses once more. His hand came above my head on the post, and the other played with the bottom of my towel. Almost testing my grip on it, from here, I could see the golden specks in his dark eyes. His shirt was hanging open at the top, and I could see the tops of his hard abs.

Gods

My eyes shot up, catching his approving stare. He was leaning in now, his lips dangerously close.

"Get out; my father would kill you for less."

A lie.

My father was clever, but he couldn't touch a hair on Hunter's head without the entire Royal Army killing us all, no trial. No mercy. He smirked again, knowing my lie, but continued to play with the towel, his fingers brushing my thighs where it stopped, sending more of those little sparks across my body.

I was putty in his hands. And I was screwed.

"Tell me, Serina, how did you sleep?"

He purred my name, and with each word, he came closer and closer. Until he slipped down to my neck and placed a burning line of kisses along my neck and down my collarbone.

This was a dangerous game.

I couldn't think straight; the feel of his lips on me was taking all of my senses from my head. Leaving nothing but raw desire.

"Hunter…"

I lost track of whatever I was going to say as his teeth nipped along my skin. His growl had me weak at the knees. His chesty chuckle vibrated. I was useless in fighting against an alpha power, his scent dominating me. Willing me to surrender to him.

"I like you saying my name. Shall I make you say it more?"

We had moved before I had registered what he meant. If I had weighed nothing, he had scooped me by the knees and tossed me onto the bed. His body was on top of mine, leaning over me. His dark hair tickled me as he continued his line of destruction. I was powerless.

My breathing was hitched, and my skin burned where he touched me. He nipped at the tender skin where my jugular vein would be, and I moaned out loud, my hands leaving the towel and grabbing his shirt. Then he looked at me, and I saw so many emotions in his eyes that I couldn't track them all. Desire, lust, pain… He moved again. a growl rising from his chest from his wolf that sound connected straight to mine,

He kissed his way up my neck, the feeling driving me crazily until his lips were on mine again, the fire kicking into overdrive.

My legs wrapped around him of their own doing, pulling in closer. I needed him closer. I needed…

Gods, what is happening to me.

His hand stopped pulling at the towel, our bodies together, the only thing stopping it from slipping.

He grinned, knowing one move and I would be completely bare for him. One hand gripped both of mine, pinning them above my head.

I was trapped, and I let him.

He laughed, seeing my expression change.

"Don't fight this; you need this as much as I do."

His voice was hoarse, strained. He was shaking.

He reached between us, following the line of my towel up and up to the very core of me.

His eyes flicked to mine, darkening at the wetness he found there.

"I knew you liked me really, Serina."

I was struggling in his grip now, but he had me. His laughter vibrated into his chest. He pushed his fingers forward, finding the most sensitive part of me. I lost all the fight, my head falling back onto the bed and my eyes rolling into the back of my head.

A strangled moan left my mouth.

"Shh, we can't have your maid finding us in this position now, can we?"

But he didn't stop; his fingers began moving on me, circling that little nub, mixing with the wetness there.

I was on fire, a tight coil at my center winding and winding within me. I needed it; I had to stop this torment.

He was right; I needed him to end this.

Another moan left my lips louder, this time with him kissing me again. I could feel him against my inner thigh, huge, hard, and hot.

Gods, that can't be real.

I was building and building, hot waves gathering within me. He was relentless. I was thrashing beneath him now, desperate.

"What do you need, Serina? Ask me, and I'll give you it."

I could kill him once he finishes what he's doing to me.

"Hunter, please."

I was ashamed of the desperation coming from my voice.

"Please, what? Tell me what you want, Serina,"

His golden dark eyes shone into mine.

I groaned aloud, and he increased his pressure, and then I really moaned.