Hunter's Alpha (gxg) ✓

24. Drown

Maybe I'm not leaving tonight after all.

The plan can wait, I think, as Hunter pins my hands above me with silver handcuffs. Tying me to the bedpost. Securing me with a cloth in my mouth.

"Any last words?" she whispers, an arrogant grin forming on her mouth.

"I'd tell you I like it rough," I breathe, "but you already know that."

Her answering laugh is dark and full of promise.

"Fuck me, Hunter," I say, and I bite down on the cloth.

She doesn't waste time. There is no teasing. There is no trailing of her fingers, lightly over my stomach and hips. There is no ever-light brush of her mouth between my thighs.

She grips my hips with her tattooed fingers, pinning me to the bed, and there is something heavy and black between her legs━something that slides over my slit, tracing the shape of me, plunging deep inside. So hard I see stars, my head falling back.

My hands instinctually strain against the cuffs that bind me, but I can't touch or move━not as Hunter fills me so fully, so deep inside of me I can't breathe.

Her eyes are full of power. She knows what she's doing to me━and as she begins to move, I can only moan. Brimming with the sensation of her inside of me, thrusting to the rhythm of my uncontrollable breathing.

My pants echo alongside her own. The hunger inside of me rises, begging for harder, faster, and Hunter meets my demands without asking, as though she knows my own thoughts, as though she understands every inch of me. Her touch is hard and full of fire, and my hips ache to writhe against her━to buck in time to her thrusts. But all I can do is lay there against the onslaught of pleasure, so full and desperate that every sound out of my mouth is unholy. Fierce. I can only let myself take it, and Hunter's eyes on me━sliding over every inch of my body, like I am sexy and beautiful and wanted━makes me shiver with anticipation.

"Hunter," I say━or maybe I scream it. The world collapses around me, and I fall apart in the sensation of her heavy strokes. She doesn't stop moving, wringing every last sensation of pleasure from my body. The cock is warm inside of me, so deep it ignites that painful sensitivity, and I love it.

But she doesn't stop there. She fucks me again, and again, so hard and fast I forget my name. Who I am. That I ever had a plan to escape. There is only her, and the relentless driving of motion that pushes me over the edge.

"Hunter," I moan, and I don't know how much time has passed. There are tears streaming down my face, and another orgasm is humming inside of me. My arms are shaking, straining, against the cuffs. My legs tremble around her, incapable of taking this━anymore pleasure. And yet, I still want it. I want everything.

One of Hunter's hands fist into the bedsheet next to my head. Her fingers curl into the white blanket, and that sight alone is enough to make me lose control. My eyes roll back until I can't see. Light and dizzying heat grows inside of me, a crescendo of pain so intense it is pleasure.

"Jude," she whispers, and I am suddenly craving the feel of her. I want to touch her. I want her to lose control in a way that is purely animal.

A smirk crosses my lips. "Untie me," I order, and she arches a single brow.

"Maybe I should leave you here," she whispers, and I shiver. "Make you beg for me."

Even though I am exhausted, even though I thought I couldn't take anymore, my legs clench again. Warmth starts to build, the wetness slicking between my thighs.

"I have a better idea," I say softly, trailing my mouth over her jaw.

"Oh, yeah?"

"Let me show you," I breathe, and she unties me, still wearing that arrogant grin, as though she doesn't believe I can challenge her.

Once my hands are free, I turn her onto her back so swiftly she gasps, laughing. She opens her mouth, probably to make a cocky comment, but instead I unstrap her cock and throw it aside. I want to feel her, skin to skin.

With fluttering touches, I drag my fingers down between her breasts. I taste each of her nipples, swirling them over my tongue, and I leave a trail of heat that leads down to her hips. She lays perfectly motionless beneath me, a canvas to paint my pleasure. And she grows even stiller as I bring my mouth over her. So light it's nothing more than a breath.

"Jude," she warns. I ignore her.

I slip one fingertip over her folds, finding her so wet that I moan. Her eyes turn half-lidded, and she begins to breathe shudderingly.

With featherlight touches, I continue to tease her. Circling my tongue over her bare skin. Tasting the sweet flavor of her. I can't get enough━her soft cries are incentive, her rough grip of control slowly loosening.

I keep brushing gently over her, touches meant to spark, inspire. My tongue on her clit. My fingers on her nipples.

"Stop being a tease," Hunter snarls softly, and I grin. My delicate, shivering touches drag the pleasure from her, pulling desire from her. Making her ache━the same way she made me feel. I want to punish her━make her feel pleasure so intensely it's painful. So even as she orders me in that warning tone, I just smile defiantly at her.

And when I finally bury my tongue in her folds, seeking that depth, that inner heat, she blanches. Taken by surprise.

With two fingers inside of her, I move over her until my mouth is against hers. I kiss her to the rhythm of my fingers, hard and heavy and full of wild, aching need. Our gasps intermingle, my hand arching between us, until the pressure inside of me grows irresistible. My strokes move deep inside of her, and sounds of frustrating pleasure spill from her mouth. Hunter's coming is my undoing━as she lets go, an animal-like glaze in her eyes, a carnal twist to her mouth, I come with her.

It's intoxicating, seeing someone with so much power, with such a feared reputation, come undone in front of me. Knowing it was with my own hands.

I smile against her mouth, a warm glow igniting inside of me. Burning for more. Despite the fact that I know I need to rest━to sleep.

I don't think I've ever felt this way before. I should hate it. I need to hate it, if I'm going to get my revenge on the Saints.

"Goodnight, Jude," she whispers beneath me, and her arms curl over me until I am nestled against her chest. Breathing in the sweet scent of her.

Next Friday. Next Friday is when I'll escape. When I'll leave all this behind.

One week from today.

That's all I have left here, with her.

One week.

"Goodnight, Hunter," I whisper, and I vow to make this week count.

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Okay, you're going to see what Jude means right at the beginning of the next chapter, I swear.

From the moon and back,
Sarai