River’s body was behaving out of control. She backed up a little but she didn’t want to. Hunter took a step closer to her. She stepped away a little more and Hunter stepped towards her again, maintaining the same distance. She didn’t know what to say or how to explain things to him but continued to step back until she hit the trunk of a tree. Her ***in front of him should be bothering her but why wasn’t it?
Her back was against a very coarse trunk, but that was nothing in comparison to her feelings.
Hunter placed his hands on either side of her, caging her. He leaned towards her and then tilted his neck a little to go towards her right earlobe. His warm breath was falling over her wet body and sent shivers down, making her toes curl. Her lips parted and she wondered if she was going to sustain his proximity.
Every unpleasant thought in her mind fizzled.
“You didn’t answer me, River?” he said and now he was dangerously close to her. “Why did you run away from there?”
“I-1-” she wanted to say that she was jealous.
“I-?” he goaded her. “What River?”
She couldn’t speak. She let out a ragged breath, her control crumbling like a house of cards. Hunter leaned in and brushed her earlobe with his lips. River’s body trembled at the touch. This was so intimate and sensuous that she closed her eyes, giving him more access to her neck.
Hunter lowered his lips to her neck and brushed her skin over there. River felt his fangs grazing her neck and she yelped in response when he grazed them over her skin. “Alpha Hunter…” she rasped as if taking the name of her God. Her body was taut like a guitar strings waiting to be strummed.
“River…” He brought his hand to the side of her body and trailed it down towards the apex of her thighs and he started stroking her. And she realized that he was strumming her. Liquid head pooled in her stomach. Her body was ready to be strummed, desperate for his touch, desperate for his song. She did not know what was happening to her but whatever was happening felt like heaven. She didn’t want it to stop. The clothes in her hand fell down and now she was completely ***in front of him.
Hunter brought his lips to her jaw and trailed kisses from there all the way to her neck and back up to her cheeks. He cupped her ***and then crashed his lips on hers. River opened herself. She parted her lips for him to explore her ***, to taste him and to let him taste her.
He flicked her swollen bud as he kissed her. He plunged his tongue inside her and explored her as if he was waiting for her for all life. He couldn’t breathe because it was the first time his mate was letting him kiss and touch her. His fingers reached her swollen nub.
“Ah!” she arched her body to give him more access. He strummed her and her body started singing his song.
Hunter wedged a thigh in between her legs as he kept her pinned against the trunk of the tree doing what he wanted to for so long. And he was rewarded by the juices that were flowing in his hand. She brought her hands to his chest and her fingernails dug in him as if to bring him nearer. He smirked at her possessiveness. He was hers.
Hunter left her lips and nibbled at her jaw. His fingers were already creating their magic on the apex of her thighs. He brought his other hand to her breasts and squeezed them. “So perfect,” he mumbled.
“For my hands.” She kneaded them and she cried. “Come for me, River,” he commanded her “I want you to come on my fingers. I want to feel you” River had never heard such words. They were ****, but she was feeling like the liquid head in her stomach was going to explode any time. “Oh, Hunter!” she rasped and when he pinched her swollen bud, her body shuddered and she came all over his hands. The feeling left her trembling in his arms and it had nothing to do with the cold breeze. River was so spent that she didn’t have the energy to move or talk. She let herself be and Hunter wrapped her in his arms, satisfied with himself that he had given orgasm to his mate and that her first orgasm belonged to him.
When she settled a little, he scooped her in his arms. She curled her arms around his neck and buried her face in the ***of his neck. She was not wearing any clothes and yet she wasn’t feeling ashamed of herself. It just felt… right. Hunter carried her all the way back to his car He had come after her in his car after he saw that she had left. He was still talking to Rosalie and other girls in the pub. Rosalie was trying to show how close he was to everyone at the pub and he was getting repulsed by her behavior. The only reason why he wasn’t retaliating to her was because he didn’t want to make a scene in the pub.
He had come a day earlier from his trip because he was unable to stay without his mate who was still unclaimed. So he cut short on the trip, declining every dinner and lunch invitation, squeezed all meetings in a day and then flying back to her.
When he reached the castle, the first thing he did was to go to meet her, but his mind went into panic when he saw that she wasn’t in her room. Faria informed him as to where she was and that Mia too had accompanied her. Elijah was escorting the two girls.
The next Hunter knew was that he was running to his car. He must have over-sped it because he reached the pub in merely fifteen minutes. It was at least a half an hour drive. He cursed himself that he should have shifted and rushed here. Then he would have made it in less time.
When he reached inside, his eyes scanned the crowd and they got fixed on her automatically. She was like a magnet attracting him. The world faded around him as he walked towards her.
However, it was punctuated by the female Lycans and Rosalie. He was replying to them and was trying his best to get out of there. When he looked at her again, she was glaring at him. Was she jealous? That was a lovely thought. So he waited a little more with the females and talked with them just to test his theory.
When he looked back at her to see her reaction, she wasn’t there. Dread skittered inside him and making his way out, he went after her. He was never going to make her feel jealous!
He was surprised that River ran so fast that she reached the lake that was a mile away so soon.
In front of his car, he set her on her feet. He removed his shirt and made her wear it. He didn’t know where they left her clothes and he wasn’t bothered. She was safe and secure and satiated with him.
Once she was in the car with him, he grasped her hand and tugged it to his thighs as he ***back to the castle.
River was feeling embarrassed of her state. She wasn’t wearing panties or her bra. Draped in his shirt, how was she going to enter the castle? “Ah!” The skin of her back burned. This must have happened when she was against the trunk of the tree with him.
“What happened?” he asked, whipping his head to her. “River, are you okay?”
“My back…” she said. Her cheeks pinkened.
“I think you need a hot bath, River,” he said and lifted her hand to kiss her knuckles. “I will add a healing lotion to it.”
River blushed but she didn’t speak much, feeling coy. This was the most intimate moment of her life and the burn at the back was nothing compared to what she experienced.
They reached the castle somewhere during midnight and though he wanted to scoop her and carry her to the bedroom, he just intertwined his hands with hers and walked with her till there. He made her sit on the bed and went to prepare a hot bath for her in the bathtub.
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River submersed herself in the hot, steamy bath that was smelling of thyme and lavender and basil. She moaned in pure pleasure when hot water rippled around her. Hunter had left her alone even though it was apparent on his face that he wanted to join her.
She closed her eyes and rested her head back. Her mind went to what happened at the lakeside and she couldn’t help a blush rising on her cheeks. But her mind went back to her mate, Hector
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