His Little Hunter

Chapter 10

ELIAS’ POV

Time seemed to stop and everything around me became a blur. Everything but her. The hunter stood out amongst the crowd of dancing figures like a bright star in the night sky, her radiance nearly blinding. A goddess among peasants.

She was beautiful. It pained me to admit it but there wasn’t a single female in the club that held a candle to her. She was flawless. Breathtaking.

She oozed an air of confidence as she strode through the club, so unlike the trembling female I’d seen on that night and I figured this was probably her default setting. A proud and powerful hunter. The mortal reaper.

For some reason, that pompous air she exuded was insanely attractive to me.

She looked the same as I’d seen her last yet more beautiful at the same time. I couldn’t take my eyes off her.

Like a lost fool, I stood at the balcony’s edge, absorbing every detail of her that I could. Unlike the first night we’d crossed paths, she was dressed lighter, giving me a better view of everything she’d kept hidden underneath her hunter garb and I’d almost wished it had remained hidden. Maybe I would have been able to take my eyes off her then.

She wore no mask this eve so I could see more of her face than I had before. Her face was round, her nose slender and her lips full. Light freckles dusted a small portion of her nose and cheeks, the little spots somehow adding to her appeal and making her more beautiful to me.

And her eyes. . .

Those beautiful eyes that had nearly undid me the first time they met mine. With all the colourful flashing lights in the club, they appeared dark but under sunlight, they were a beautiful mix of blue, green and brown.

After long moments, my gaze was finally able to leave her face to appreciate the rest of her.

Her outfit was fairly modest, a basic black tee on a pair of combat trousers but the top was form-fitting, highlighting the delicious curves of her breasts and slender waist. At first glance, she looked unarmed but I didn’t doubt she had weapons concealed somewhere on her form and at that point, I didn’t care.

Hidden blades were the last thing on my mind as I looked at her. My hands itched to cup those pert breasts, to have my hands explore every inch of her and trail my tongue down every inch of her skin. The organ in my trousers only strained harder at the thought of caressing her lithe little body.

Fuck. Maybe all that demons brew had been a bad idea. My mind felt foggy, lust was taking control. My thoughts were barely coherent but at that moment there was only one thing I wanted. My hands on her. And I was too drunk to even consider why that was a bad idea.

Without a second thought, I fazed to her, instantly appearing at her back and groaning when I caught a view of what she had hidden in her trousers. My mouth watered. The hunter was blessed in form, no amount of denial from me could change that fact.

When I pulled her into my embrace, I understood what ecstasy meant for the first time in my long miserable life. Her soft body fit so perfectly with mine, like two puzzle pieces coming together. There were no words to describe how good she felt pressed against me. The hunter was taller than most females I’d met, possibly around 5’10 but it was the perfect height because her head rested just below my chin. I would never need to strain to steal a kiss off her lips.

I didn’t want the moment to end. For the first time in a truly long time, I felt at peace.

Unfortunately, this contact had confirmed the bitter suspicion I’d had since the moment I’d first laid eyes on her.

The reason why I was so attracted to her, the reason why I’d hesitated to capture her the first time, the reason why I’d lashed out at the twin vampires for hurting her.

The hunter was my mate. My bride.

The person I loathed with every fibre of my being, the one who killed the only family I had, was my mate.

But in that moment, reason had given way to lust. I was too drunk and lost in the feel of her to focus on what that revelation meant for my revenge. Or maybe I didn’t want to focus on it, not when I had my mate writhing in my arms, her lustful feminine scent tinging the air around us. Even if it wouldn’t last, I wanted to at least enjoy this moment before reality set in.

And reality set in quickly because all too soon she pushed away from me, her arousal morphing into caution before the faintest hint of fear lingered in the air.

There was no trace of the female who’d just been whimpering in my arms as her orgasm neared. No, instead I was faced with a female reaching for a weapon to attack me.

Her sudden animosity sobered me up instantly and I quickly recalled what I’d come here to do. Before she could reach for her concealed weapon, my hand collided with the pressure point at the back of her neck, knocking her out instantly