Come for Me 2 (The Hunt #2)

Chapter Eight

Alaina

I wake up the next morning enveloped in Dax’s scent. His arms are wrapped around my stomach, pulling me into him. I’m cocooned in the arms of the most dangerous man I’ve ever met, and I’ve never felt safer.

Dax possesses some sort of gravitational pull that has overpowered all my resolve and attempts to keep him at arm’s length. The longer I was trapped in his orbit, the harder resistance became. My wolf declared her stance from the beginning. She had submitted to his will and had declared him as her mate and our king upon our first meeting. She basked in the warmth of his power like she was sunbathing in the breeze, content to lie down and be subject to his desires.

Yet I had been different. He slowly softened my resolve, drew me to him, despite my own wishes and attempts to push him away. I had hurt him and reinforced every wall I put up, yet my body and wolf were putty in his hands.

With each orgasm, each act of love, my strong will had shattered the moment he was taken from me.

I didn’t know which was the worst torture I had endured since Dax had uprooted my life. Fighting the need for pleasure and release when he teased me in our bed or the pain of losing him and living a life without him the past few days.

In his absence, I was nothing, had nothing, and I couldn’t bear a moment without him in it. Since our first encounter, he had become the air I breathe and my reason to live even if I didn’t know it yet. When I thought he was gone, my world went dark. He was my reason for living. He brought the spark and hope that I would be loved regardless of my actions or statements. Without him there, I was lost.

My mate had just fought Goddess only knows how many vampires and rogues to escape his death and return to me. Yet the moment he stepped outside Jemma’s front door, his concern was only for me. He had almost died without knowing how much he meant to me. He had faced his grave without my claiming and acceptance and it shattered my soul.

Back in his orbit, I am safe, whole, secure, protected. Most importantly, I am loved. My love returned to me, and for once, my wolf and I were on the same page.

As I run my fingers over my mark on his neck, my wolf growls, satisfied my mate is officially claimed for everyone to see.

My mate is strong, but he still has to heal before he can shift into his wolf and we can make our way home. It took some convincing, but I was finally able to get my mate to hobble to my childhood bedroom so the nurses could port his IV.

All it took was me promising I’ll lie with him. He’s been asleep ever since.

As for me, I’m wide awake and starving for revenge.

Careful not to disturb my sleeping rock, I sneak out of the bed and mosey down the hall. When I get to the bedroom Dax and I were in earlier, I knock softly. A light comes on, shining under the door, and I hear the shuffling of feet. It opens, and a shirtless Sam appears, rubbing his eye with the palm of his hand.

“Alaina.” He yawns. “What time is it?”

I peer at the alarm clock on the bedside table.

He’s going to kill me.

“Three.”

His eyes bug. “Three?! What the fuck, Alaina?” He whisper-yells. “What, was there a pea under your mattress, princess?” He sighs.

I smile awkwardly, hoping my next question makes up for the disturbance. “I’m heading to the dungeon. I’m in the mood for some payback. Wanna come?”

“Oh, fuck yeah!” Sam closes the bedroom door and jogs down the hall. “Let’s go!”

Sprinting after him, I try my best not to wake the rest of the house.