Escaping Death

Chapter 37

Solana

Hunter's body collapses onto mine with a pained sigh of relief. The hardness of his cock is impossible to miss as he presses his hips against mine. He kisses me like a starved man, like the hungry wolf that he is, like he's trying to make up for the last four years. Four years of pain, four years of silent tears, four years without his touch or his love. He's making up for lost time and I let him, because maybe I'm making up for lost time too.

Our kiss is frantic and desperate; desperate to be closer, desperate to connect, to consume. Our tongues spar with one another, our teeth clash, and I buck and writhe beneath him seeking the friction my body aches for.

The world around us could descend into chaos but we'd never know it, all that exists to us is us. His green eyes pierce through mine, professing his love for me with just a look like he used to all those years ago.

"Hunter," I moan as he kisses and nips down my jaw, stopping to suck on my marking spot like he used to do.

"I missed you so much, Sunflower. So fucking much," he confesses. He kisses down my collar bone and slips his large hand beneath my shirt to cup my breast.

A sob threatens to erupt from within me but I smother it by grabbing the back of his neck and slamming our mouths together again.

He breaks away from our kiss, propping himself up on his knees between my spread legs. Despite the raucous noise from the rain as it hammers against the roof above us I can hear every beat of his racing heart.

With the greatest care, he peels my leggings down my hips, over my ass, and down my legs, discarding them off to the side. Then he grabs the bottom hem of my shirt and lifts it over my head as I sit up and stretch up my arms to make it easier for him.

I quickly fold my arms over my chest, overcome with a shyness about exposing my body to him. It makes no sense to me. Four years ago he owned me body and soul. He has seen me inside and out, for better and for worse, exposed physically and emotionally...so why am I suddenly so insecure?

Because you've bared yourself to him before and got burned for it, I think to myself but my wolf huffs at my train of thought. She's always loved Hunter and Fox, and she's obviously quicker to forgive and forget than I am. Thirsty beast.

Hunter cups my face in both hands and kisses me tenderly, lovingly, reverently. Slowly my arms melt back down to my sides, my body obeying his call to trust him and give in to him.

This time when he pulls away his eyes scan my body from head to toe, watching the frantic rise and fall of my breasts, drinking in my curves and my new ink, fixating on his name on my chest. I let the tattooed claw marks fade from my skin so his name is left unadulterated and whole once more.

"Sol," his breath hitches in his throat and he drops down to my chest, kissing the ink over my heart before capturing my pert nipple in his mouth. He circles his tongue around my hardened bud, sucking it gently into his mouth before biting at the soft flesh at the underside of my breast.

He trails heated kisses down my stomach making my body flare with heat. He's always like to torture me and tease me. Apparently some things never change.

"Have you missed me, Sunflower?" He whispers against the apex of my thighs. "You smell as good as ever," he uses two fingers to tug my panties to the side before dropping his mouth to my cunt without any preamble.

His tongue mirrors what he did to my nipple, circling my clit and sliding between my folds. Instinctively my legs curve over his shoulders, trapping his head between my thighs. Fuck, that feels good.