His Little Hunter

Chapter 8

Oh for Pete’s sake!

I cursed as I struggled to release myself but the arms of my captor were strong and hard. He wasn’t budging. Even when I tried to turn around to get a look at the bastard, I couldn’t. My body remained firmly plastered against his firm chest.

Just what I f*****g needed, a clingy stranger trying to cop a feel.

I inhaled a deep breath for calm. No violence.

“Can you let me go? I’m not in the mood for a dance.” I shouted loud enough for the stranger to hear over the booming music, even though I knew a simple refusal never stopped bastards like this.

He gave no response. Instead, his grip on me seemed to grow tighter. For a faint second, I contemplated reaching for the sword I had tucked away in my pant leg but I quickly thought against it. The last thing I wanted to do was cause a scene here. I couldn’t risk Melissa leaving the premises in the midst of a scuffle. Violence wasn’t an option.

“Let go of me dammit! I don’t have time for this.”

“Why are you in such a rush?” He whispered huskily in my ear, his voice a deep, smoky timbre that was strangely pleasing to hear. Against my will and better judgment, a shudder racked my body at the sound.

I tensed soon after, perplexed by my body’s reaction to him. What the f**k was that reaction?

No, I’m just backed up. That’s it, I haven’t had any time to myself recently for self-care, that’s why I’m reacting this way to a total stranger. I mean not that long ago I was fantasizing about psycho vampire twins.

I need to get away from him.

He still had one arm wrapped tightly around my form when his other hand began to trail up the side of my body. Over my shirt, his fingers made a slow, torturous ascent until they lingered at the side of my breast. His thumb made soft strokes on the flesh before his fingers cupped the mound.

A jolt shot through my body at the sudden contact, a bolt of electricity that shot southwards. My lower belly clenched in reaction and my breaths slowly grew labored. He continued to fondle my breast over my shirt, leaning his face down to nuzzle my neck and for a faint moment, I thought he sniffed me.

“The f**k are you doing?” I tried to say harshly but my voice came out breathy and needy without even the slightest hint of malice.

gods this is disgraceful.

“It fits my hand so perfectly.” He groaned against the shell of my ear, squeezing my breast to punctuate his statement.

My whole body racked as a shiver shot down my spine. His voice. . . It was so. . . arousing. I was helpless. I shouldn’t be doing this but I couldn’t think clearly enough to know why this was wrong. Logic took a back seat as my body seemed to have a mind of its own.

At some point the other hand holding me in place had gone up to fondle my other breast yet now that I was no longer trapped, the thought of trying to escape never once crossed my mind. My mind was a haze. All I could focus on were the hands touching me.

When his thumb lightly grazed my n****e, I couldn’t help the moan that slipped past my lips. When had his hands slipped under my shirt?

Better yet, why wasn’t I stopping this stranger from touching me?

He seemed to answer my moan with a groan of his own and my belly did a flip-flop at the sound. It was such a sexy sound.

“You’re so deliciously sensitive.”

He pressed his body further into my back enough for me to feel something hard prodding my backside.

That couldn’t be his. . . .

I gulped.

Big. . . it was big.

Fingers tweaking my n*****s had my thoughts growing foggy. I couldn’t reason and at some point, even the loud music that made me want to claw my ears out had faded to nothing. I could only focus on the hands touching me and the pleasure I was feeling. My nether regions were throbbing. I was close. If he continued to touch me like this, I would c*m.

“Your scent is getting sweeter, little hunter. You’re close. If I dipped my hand down there I just know I’ll find you soaked.” His mouth suckled on my neck and more moans streamed past my lips. “Do you want me to make you c*m?”

I wanted to answer ‘yes’ but the ability to form words was lost to me. Only depraved sounds came out of me. My breaths were hard pants as the pleasure continued to build. The orgasm was approaching and I just knew it was going to be an earth-shattering one, nothing like I’d ever experienced.

And then his words struck me.

‘Little Hunter’?

I shoved off him abruptly, my heart pounding as I turned to face the male who’d almost brought me to orgasm.

His lips were pulled back into a smirk as he stared down at me, his beautiful face looking sinister. My heart stopped the moment my gaze locked with his crimson ones. Like I’d been doused with a bucket of cold water, all hints of the arousal I’d been feeling were gone in an instant. Recognition set in almost immediately and panic soon reared its ugly head.

Why was he here?

I tried to back away but he caught my wrist, the smirk vanishing from his face in an instant.

“Where do you think you’re going, hunter?”

“Let go of me.” I cried, trying to pry my wrist out of his grasp but I knew there was no way I’d win against any abomination in a battle of strength, talk less a Royal.

“No, I have business with you so you’re coming with me. Best be compliant or I might accidentally break a few bones if you struggle too much.” To show how serious he was about his threat, his grip on my wrist tightened until I was crumpling to the floor with pain. I thought the bone would shatter.

The cogs of my mind turned at full speed as I tried to find a way out of this predicament but I was at a loss. I couldn’t think of a way out.

‘If all else fails, scream for help.‘ I didn’t recall where I’d heard that statement but In that moment, I was desperate.

“Someone help me! He’s attacking me!” I screamed loud enough to carry over the loud music, hoping someone in the crowd would come to my assistance but when I looked around, everyone had backed away.

The tight crowd of people had parted like the Red Sea around us, their gazes holding hints of fear as they stared at my captor. No one was going to save me. No one dared antagonise a Royal.

Dammit! Violence be damned. There was no way on earth I was going to let this bastard take me in. Not without a fight.

I reached for the sword I’d hidden away in my pant leg when something hard suddenly collided with the back of my neck.

“Troublesome hunter” I faintly heard his deep voice grumble before darkness washed over me.