Hunter's Moon by Loribelle Hunt (e reader for manga .TXT) 📗

He didn’t budge. “Don’t make this harder than it has to be,” she whispered.

She really thought he was just going to leave. He did step back to give her some air, but once there was some space between them, he stopped, crossed his arms over his chest, and shook his head. “I’m not leaving, Gia. I’ll wait as long as you need, but I think you really don’t need it. I think it’s an excuse. Makes it easier to keep me, everyone, at arm’s length, doesn’t it?”

She took a deep outraged breath, and the things it did to that corset made him curse the months of abstinence. His control was shot to hell. Then she tugged on the zipper, exposing more of her cleavage.

“Don’t,” he ordered gruffly. “We need to talk and if you keep that up…”

She sauntered towards him. “You want me to stay or go? Talk or not talk?”

She circled him, her hand skimming his waist as she moved. “What about what I want? Does that count?”

He stopped her, grabbing her hands and pulling her in front of him. “Jesus. I can’t believe you have to ask that. What kind of life have you lived, baby?”

She gave him the fake smile he’d so come to hate. “Nothing so bad.” She pulled away and was almost out of the door before he stopped her.

“Enough, Gia. Enough. It’s time for the truth now.”

He pushed his body against hers, pressing her against the door so she couldn’t escape.

“I just…” She looked at the floor and muttered. “I’m not strong enough to walk away later. I thought I was, but I’m not.”

He couldn’t take her pain. It was like knives flaying his skin. Bending his head to her neck, he sucked her skin between his lips until she gasped and arched into him. “I’m going to bite you, Gia. I thought you knew what that would mean, but I’m starting to wonder.”

She tried to move away from him but he held her hips against the wall. “I know how a mate bond is formed, yes. Is that what you want to know? Don’t do that to me, Anthony. You want to fuck me. You don’t love me.”

“You’re wrong about that, baby.”

She refused to listen, just went on. “I get on your last nerve. That isn’t going to change,” she ended dryly.

Hell, the woman would be coming up with excuses forever if he gave her the chance. He didn’t. When his mouth returned to her nape, he broke the skin, mixing her blood with the enzymes in his saliva. The combination would tie them together forever.

The sweet taste of her skin against his lips was enough to make him hard as a rock, and he felt the connection between them snap together. He licked off a bead of blood and kissed the small wound, leaving a trail of kisses up her neck before claiming her lips. His hands were busy elsewhere. Ripping off her thong, dropping his costume to the floor. He lifted her easily, thrusting into her hard. He froze when she groaned. Broke the kiss and searched her face.

“Don’t stop now.” Her tone was a bit on the testy side, but her eyes were clouded with lust, her yearning open on her face.

He started a slow stroke in and out, knew that wasn’t going to last long at all with the urgency he felt, but wanted to bring her along for the ride with him.

“Next time we’re doing this in a bed,” he said gruffly, struggling to maintain control long enough to make her come first.

She chuckled. “There’s one right behind you, but you’re kind of fulfilling a fantasy of mine so I’m not complaining.”

“Is that right?” He thrust harder, the idea a serious turn-on. He planned on fulfilling every single fantasy either one of them had. “What is it?”

“Me against a wall,” she started to pant when he angled his thrusts to rub across her G-spot. “Hard and fast.”

Hell yeah. But she wasn’t quite ready for that yet. Reaching between them, he tugged the zipper on her corset down enough to expose her breasts. Beautiful. The surge of possessiveness was so intense he felt a growl rise from his throat.

He moved one arm under her ass, holding her still. With his free hand, he cupped her breast, lifting her nipple to his mouth. She smelled like vanilla and strawberries, and tasted even better. Sweet. His. She moaned when his teeth closed around her nipple and tugged. He felt her response in her pussy as she grew wetter around his cock. Her inner muscles clenched when he pumped into her harder.

Her moans mixed with breathy pants. The little sounds from her throat drove him harder, faster. He bit her nipple one last time before releasing it with pop and leaving a trail of kisses up her body to her neck. She gasped when he sucked the skin where he’d left his mark. Nails dug into his shoulder and she trembled, then shuddered as the orgasm rushed through her body.

It was the most incredible feeling in the world. Feeling her come around him. Feeling her come for him. He felt like he’d stepped into an abyss when he came. She was still convulsing around him, massaging his cock, sucking all the cum from him.

Her grip on his shoulders slackened and she lowered her legs. He reluctantly let her go. But it would only be long enough to get her to the bed. He turned to look at it, frowning. He wanted her at home, in his bed. Where she belonged. She walked around him, around the bed, and the frown turned to a scowl.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

She opened a door he hadn’t noticed on the opposite wall, revealing a bathroom. Excellent idea. He could explore her in full light. Wet. She’d be slick when he entered her in the small shower stall. She disappeared inside and the water came on seconds later. He followed her in. She