His Little Hunter

Chapter 9

ELIAS’ POV

I chugged down the glass of Demon’s brew Melissa slid over to me in one go, relishing the way the bitter liquid burned as it slid down my throat. Burning meant strong. Strong meant no more thinking. Already I’d downed three glasses of the potent brew so why could I still think? Why were those eyes still haunting my thoughts? I’d thought the alcohol would at least numb my brain enough to forget about her but it was doing nothing.

Dammit! It’s not enough.

“Another one.” I growled, holding the now empty glass out to Melissa for a refill. Rather than fill my glass as I’d expected, the witch frowned, instead placing the half-empty bottle of brew down on the table. I recognised that look in her eyes, she was about to go all mother hen on me and a scolding was due.

“That’s your third glass already.” She said, pointing out the obvious. “That’s not regular alcohol. You’ve had enough for one night.”

“No, I need more. Just give me the bottle.” I reached over the table to grab it but she pulled it out of my reach, the frown on her delicate features deepening. “For f***s sake Mel!”

“Don’t yell at her.” A hard voice said as a strong hand grabbed my shoulder, forcing my body back onto the couch. “She’s not the cause of your problems so don’t take your anger out on her.” Dante said brusquely, his gaze hard the way it always was whenever someone threatened Mel.

“f**k off.” I smacked his hand away. Dante heaved a sigh before falling onto the couch right beside Mel. His eyes momentarily drifted to her, his harsh gaze softening almost instantly before they returned to me.

“At least try and keep some level of sobriety for when your hunter gets here. She should be here any moment.” The hunter that was the bane of my existence. Dante reached for the bottle of fruit wine on the table and poured it into a glass before handing it over to Mel. She took the glass, muttering a ‘thank you’ before bringing it to her lips. “You might be strong but I don’t suggest taking chances with that hunter. There’s a reason why she’s so famous.”

“You don’t have to tell me. I’m well aware of what she’s capable of.” I had first-hand experience.

I could never forget what she’d done, what she’d taken from me. She was cruel and evil, just like the rest of her pathetic hunter kind. I hated her with every fibre of my being and for years I’d fantasised about the day when I’d finally get to watch the life drain from her as I bled her dry. For so long those fantasies had been the only thing to put me to sleep.

Which is why the thoughts that currently plagued my mind over these past few days made absolutely no sense to me. Ever since that night when we’d crossed paths, I could think of nothing but the hunter, depraved thoughts that had nothing to do with the revenge I’d planned for so long. Morning and night she haunted my mind, my dreams.

That face, those strangely coloured eyes, her hair, and. . . her body.

Fuck!

The glass in my hand instantly shattered, one of the shards piercing my skin in the process and drawing blood. I relished the pain, hoping it would do something to douse the sudden arousal that shot through me. It did nothing.

One thought of the hunter was all it had taken for my c**k to shoot hard as a rock. What the f**k is wrong with me?

Sure she was pretty and sure her body appealed to me but she was nothing special. I’d seen plenty of females more attractive than her and none had ever made me react like this. Not to mention she was a bloody hunter. A fiend who masqueraded as a hero all while killing innocents for merely belonging to a species that wasn’t hers. The blood that tainted her hands was immeasurable.

So why did I want her so fiercely?

Why did my body react so violently to that terrible female?

“For f***s sake Elias! What has gotten into you?” Mel hissed as she moved to pull out the shard still stuck in my hand. “I thought you’d be happier that you finally get to capture the hunter so why do you seem so agitated instead?” She had no idea the conundrum going on in my mind and I couldn’t bring myself to voice out my worries.

She placed the shard on the table and held her hand over mine. White light pooled in her palms and a soothing warmth tickled my skin. Just like that, the cut was gone, my skin mended like nothing had ever happened.

“You didn’t need to do that Mel.” Dante stated with obvious ire. He always hated when Mel’s attention was focused on another male no matter what the intent behind her focus was. As long as she wasn’t paying attention to him, he grew pissy. Which was ridiculous seeing as they weren’t lovers. “He would have healed himself.”

She ignored Dante, her worried gaze focused on me.

“Is something wrong? You know you can talk to us about anything.”

“I bet it has something to do with him letting the hunter escape the first time.” Dante snarked.

My jaw clenched, the accuracy of Dante’s words stoking a flame of rage inside me. I was ready to attack him but Mel beat me to the punch.

“Dante enough!” She snapped, her dark eyes full of annoyance. “Now is not the time to be an asshole. Can you just quit it?”

Dante visibly recoiled in his seat, his expression mirroring one of a wounded puppy. Only one person could ever make the large demon wear such an expression. Not even I scared him the way Mel did. The demon’s one fear was a witch half his size. Dante fell silent, not wanting to incur Melissa’s wrath further.

“There’s nothing you have to trouble yourself with. I’m fine.” I said, wanting her off my case. There was no way I could tell them about my strange feelings towards the hunter, especially since they knew how much I hated her.

Melissa frowned, clearly not believing my words.

“Well, I hope you are because your hunter is on the premises.” Dante said, his eyes focused on the screen of his mobile phone, most likely reading a text from one of the bouncers downstairs. “She was just let in.”

She’s here!

My body thrummed with excitement but I couldn’t decide if it was because I would finally get to capture the hunter or because I’d secretly been wanting to see her face again. I leapt out of the couch and dashed to the balcony that overlooked the club, my eyes searching through the sea of people for that familiar mop of red hair.

It was hard to miss her because not even a moment later, I found her. Standing at the entrance, her face stoic as she obviously perused the expanse of the club. Just like the first time, I was dumbfounded.

The whole world seemed to slow the moment I set eyes on her and the organ in my chest began to pound furiously.