Come for Me 2 (The Hunt #2)

Chapter Thirty-Five

Dax

S am and I figure it must be a full moon. Alaina and Taya have both been a little... irritable lately. Spending hours torturing and fucking on repeat keeps her from wanting to take my head off. I think she finds the power soothing. Regardless, I won’t question a good thing. Anything that makes my wicked queen happy, she shall have.

Like this venison I found for her. Tasty little fucker.

She claims she was craving it. Craving or not, I could never ignore her pleas.

I was on my way out to get my little mate her meal when I ran into Sam in the hallway. When he asked what I was doing, I told him I was heading out to hunt.

Sam insisted he join.

A few hours later, Sam and I finished hunting and were headed back to the castle.

“How are things going with you and Taya?”

“Aw, she’s fucking amazing. I’ve never met anyone like her. It’s different with her. I’m buying her flowers, cuddling.”

I give Sam an incredulous look and snort. “You don’t cuddle.”

“I do with her. Any excuse to hold her.”

“She’s changed me, man. She’s got me praying for the people we love at night.”

“You don’t pray.”

“I do for her.”

“Goddess. You’d fuck a nun if you could. Matter of fact, didn’t you a few years ago?” I ask.

He halts and turns to me. Smirking, he says, “Yeah.”

I shake my head. Having a mate really changes a person.

We resume walking. Branches and leaves crunching below our feet as we trek though the wilderness.

“So, what kinds of things do you pray for?”

“Last night, I prayed Alaina would get a big zit on her forehead.”

I push him playfully. “You’re the only big zit in her life.”

He laughs.

Sam tells me all about her Taya. And every now and then, I’m graced with a story that also included Alaina. I listened to the things they’d get into, how they were never allowed to sit together because they’d always get into trouble.

Alaina had a childhood, had joy, despite all she’s gone through, despite not having a good start. My little mate is resilient.

I’m so damn proud of her.

We switch topics to our plans to increase security, racking our brains on how to kill Colin when he inevitably comes for her.

I have to keep her safe.

Our time away from duty is cut short when someone demands mine, and his attention in the mindlink from one of the pack warriors. “You all need to get up here—and fast. Ash needs you two.”

“What’s going on?”

“Your bitches are in heat.”

* * *

Only ten minutes away, Sam, and I make a beeline for the castle, sprinting in our human form.

“How can they be in heat? They’re both marked,” Sam yells beside me.

Sam should know this stuff, but he never had a sister, he lost his mother, and he never had a girlfriend, either. I don’t think he ever even had a female friend. He was right about one thing. Once an of age female wolf is marked, she stops getting that little nudge from the Moon Goddess to mate. The mate bond usually stops their monthly bleeding. I had to explain to him that this only happens if she’s not already in the early stages of heat before she mates.

I should’ve known.

The cravings, the exhaustion, irritability... the drive on that vixen. It all made sense.

Alaina and Taya’s cycles have synched.

And they’re about to not only have every unmated male wolf after them but the vampires we’ve invited to stay as guests.

I’m going to have to lock her away from everyone until her cycle ends.

We’re finally on castle grounds when, up ahead, vampires and wolves circle the castle doors. Trying their best to outwit the guards to get in and rut our mates. Ash is helping the guards secure the fortress, blasting anyone who gets close.

In front of the castle, Sam, and I push through the crowd, fighting the feral males, snarling and growling, daring anyone to take us on. They’d have to kill us to get to our mates. One vampire is stupid enough to challenge Sam, thinking he’s the weaker link. Sam snatches the guy’s throat, letting his fist close with his claws sticking inside of his neck, until it completely severs from his body.

The rest learn from the vampire’s mistake.

I could see why they were going wild, demanding to be let in. The most enticing and intoxicating smell perforating from her sweet sex was seeping out of the castle, leading the unmated wolves with their filth of intentions right to our front door. Add that to the coppery blood from her entrance, where the vampires shortly followed suit.

I’d kill them all. But I’m weak with the same need.

I’m more feral and desperate than a pubescent teenager. The combination has the black veins on my body appear and my wolf and vampire fighting for a front-row seat. It has my cock hardening and threatening to spring out of my pants. Wanting not just to fuck, but to rut the absolute shit out of my mate.

Taya screams.

Growling, Sam bursts open the doors. And I follow.

Alaina’s scent grows stronger as we beeline through the foyer, ascend the grand staircase and down the hall. The door to Sam’s room lays in the doorway off its hinges.

And I hear the grunts of my mate.

Assuming the worst of what I am about to find, I shift instantly and practically miss the door, my nails scraping against the floor almost unable to stop fast enough.

Taya is in the corner, and my mate is scraping in her wolf with two vampires at a time. Glass is shattered by the window where they must’ve scaled the balcony and broke into Taya’s room.

She’s trying to protect her best friend when she, herself, is at more risk of danger, being of royal status.

Just like a queen. Fearless and protective of her people.

But her king is here now. And no one touches my mate.

I snatch one vampire from behind with my jaws and throw him across the room. Sam enters in his wolf form and quickly tears into him.

Alaina’s wolf has the second vampire pinned, about to end him, when I mindlink her. “No darling, this one’s mine.”

Her wolf wags its tail at my vengeance, lifting her paw off of him.

He scrambles to crawl backward away from me when he sees my maroon eyes sauntering toward him, my head down and ears back, snarling and ready to pounce.

Pawing at his leg, my claw snags his skin, and I drag him back toward my waiting jaw. Licking my teeth, I salivate at his fear and drink in his screams before I tear him limb from limb. I leave nothing but mangled body parts scattered around the room.

“Sam,” Taya breathes a sigh of relief.

Sam shifts and runs past me and Alaina to comfort her.

Poor girl, we need to teach her how to fight.

My territorial wolf undresses the bed with his teeth. Holding the top sheet up to my mate to create a makeshift dressing room of sorts before she shifts back into her naked and human form.

Once shifted from her beautiful wolf, she takes the sheet from me and wraps herself in it. Once my wolf is satisfied, I grab the fitted sheet with my mouth and shift.

Then I spit out the sheet into my hand and wrap it around my waist. I pull her into me, unable to resist her fragrance.

I want her now.

“We’re in heat,” Alaina pants. “We have to get somewhere safe.”

I inhale her scent. “Yes. But who’s going to keep you safe from me?”

She gulps.

I grab her by the arm, rushing her out the door, and to a place where no one can try to take her from me.

* * *

My dungeon has a torture pit within it. Its purpose was to muffle prisoners’ screams from disturbing the castle. I haven’t used the soundproof torture chamber in years that it was practically medieval in age. Matter of fact, I know it was created during those times. It was used to suspend and dip prisoners into cauldrons and boil them alive. I never found a reason that I didn’t want the rest of my prisoners to hear their screams.

Until I found a scream I never wanted to share with anyone.

Quivering, Alaina’s suspended in the air by hook and rope. Her tits reddening from the cutting of her circulation as I’ve laid rope across her chest to secure her, then connecting it to her thighs. Her thighs are roped, so she is suspended and spread open for me.

Her scent during her cycle stirred up my darkest fantasies.

She’s been up there for an hour or two. And I’ve spent a good chunk of it feeding off her clit, thighs, tits, and neck.

Every time she moves, the sound of the rope rubbing gets me harder. It’s like a call to my predator.

My little one can’t run away this time.

She’s like my own dripping art display.

I’ve multitasked her like this. Pink arousal puddles onto the floor below her. I’ve made it a game to see how wet I can get her, and I’m determined to see if I can survive off her blood and ejaculation alone.

Teasing her clit and toying with her nipples and a little dirty talk in her ear, I have her dripping into the cup under.

“That’s my good girl. I’m so fucking proud of you. Look how good you’re taking all of this.”

And she was.

But I’ve had my fill . . . for now .

According to my powers, my mate craves a different scenery.

“I know what it is you want, little wolf. Why don’t you tell your king just what you desire?” Sitting in a highchair in front of her dripping pussy, I hold her thigh in place and slide a finger in.

Her head lulls back, and she exhales.

I raise an eyebrow. “You want another?”

“Uh-huh.”

I slip in another finger. Then I spoil my sexy little brat with another. Spreading her entrance, hearing her squelch and feeling her contract. I pump in and out of her rhythmically. A gentle but firm tempo, rolling my fingers like I would my own pelvis when I’m inside her. Her body rocks to my fingers. Each time they come out they’re glistening. “Damn. You’re a spoiled little brat, aren’t you?”

She nods quickly.

“Use your words. Speak.”

“Yes, my king. I’m your spoiled little brat.” She moans.

I spank her, my palm against her ass echoing in the abyss. “Good girl.” I slide my fingers out of her and hold my fingers out in front of her lips. “Suck yourself off of me.”

She leans her head forward and her tongue darts out and her lips enclose around my fingers, sucking herself off of me.

“You like tasting yourself for me?”

She nods and whimpers.

“You know how hard it gets me watching you do this? All helpless and doing exactly what I say like such a dirty fucking girl.”

She grins with me in her mouth, like a naughty girl sucking on a lollipop, knowing what she’s doing to me but playing innocent.

I stand, my lips brushing the shell of her ear and rasp, “You do, don’t you?”

She flutters her eyelashes at me.

I moan and whisper into her ear. “Naughty girl.”

Goose bumps appear on her skin at my rasp.

It’s hypnotizing, watching her plump lips pucker around my fingers, and I almost let myself get carried away. But I don’t want her sucking off everything.

I jerk my fingers from her mouth. “That’s enough.” I wipe them off on her face and smack her cheek gently. Sitting back down, I wrap my arms under her thighs and pull her eager pussy into me. As I suction my lips around her clit, I let my fangs pierce her bud, then nip and suck in the extra blood.

Extra because my little wolf is in heat.

“You gonna tell me what it is you really want? Or am I going to have to make you scream it?” I swirl my tongue inside her center, slurping her juices and delicious blood. Damn, what a deadly combination.

I suck her into my mouth and tug at the tender flesh with my teeth, letting a popping noise emit when I release. She moans, jolts as a fire builds inside her and her legs tremble. But she doesn’t respond to me. I grin against her pussy. “Screaming it is then.”

Allowing my supernatural to come forward in full force, my tongue flicks her clit at torturous speed. Her face twists and eyes bug in that sexy way when she’s about to come. Her mouth forming a pretty ‘O’ for me. I don’t need to call forth my powers to know what’s next.

She’s about to scream.

Not a second later, she does, followed by an admission of her wickedly dirty desires.

“I want to torture you!”

I’ve switched from being a speed demon to slow and intentional licks to her sensitive bud, causing her to jolt. “I’m almost done, baby. You did so good for me.”

Her head lolls back, her chest heaving. I can’t get enough of her. She’s a fucking sight to behold. And watching her surrender to this rigger was something I fantasize doing to her. To have her captive, helpless and at my mercy for however long I deem.

But now my darling craves something even more wicked.

I stand from the stool, holding her up while I undo her the rope I’ve made into a chest harness and around her thighs and arms. I gently untie the rope, savoring the quiet moment as she leans into my shoulder, her relief palpable. The sensory marks from the rope leave the most beautiful lines on her and my wolf stirs at proof of her willing submission.

Once I’ve completely removed the rope from her, her legs and arms wrap around me, and I carry her to the mattress I had brought down here. Laying her down, I hug her close to me. It’s dusk and there’s minimal light down here with the exception of a few candles.

My cock is still hard, but I know being suspended took a lot out of her. So, I let her sleep curled into my arms.

For now.

* * *

It’s dawn, and I couldn’t get much sleep with how hard my dick was. Her heat has me restless. But she’d need sleep for this next play scene.

Deciding she’s slept enough, I trail my fingers down her chest and draw circles over her nipple. “Alaina,” I whisper. “Time to play, darling.”

Her eyes squeeze shut, and she stirs. Moaning softly at my touch.

Seems she needs more encouragement .

I slicken my fingers with my mouth before I trail them down her stomach, over her mound, and to her swollen bud. Teasing small circles over her clit with my middle and index finger, she moans again. The aroma of her heat makes my head spin.

And I can’t fucking take it.

I dip a finger inside her, and her eyes flutter open.

“What’re you—”

I shush her softly. “While you slept, all I could do was watch you sleep and pray you wake up so I can fuck you. You know how hard I am for you, darling?”

She shakes her head.

“Feel.”

I rasp the urge. I’d never been so desperate for her to touch me.

She takes her delicate, soft hands and reaches for my package and smirks when she feels me.

I moan from her grip. Fuck, I need her. And I needed her now. This next scene was going to be my own undoing.

I suck in a breath through my teeth as she begins to use those hands—damn those hands—to stroke me. “You remember that scene you wanted?”

She gulps and nods.

“We’re going to play.” I bury my head into her shoulder, sticking a second finger inside her. “Your rules. Your way. However you want me.” I suck on her ear lobe, creating a soft squeak from sucking her. “You’re in charge.”

Her breath hitches at the power she thinks I’ve bestowed upon her. She still doesn’t realize she’s had this power over me all along. It’s me who bends a knee to her. Always and forever. I’m hers to do with as she pleases.

Especially when she’s pumping my cock like that. Fuck!

“Tell me what you want, my queen.” My voice shakes and hisses with need. “Please.”

I don’t use the word lightly. But, goddess, if she doesn’t tell me soon, I might lose control. It’s her smell, her soft hands, her blood. It’s all the most intoxicating catnip to this feral beast.

She points behind me. “I want you over there.”

Through hooded eyes, as I try not to come under her touch, I see what she’s pointing to.

There’s a nook with a metal table caddy cornered a few inches out from the wall. Attached are metal restraints positioned for both the hands and feet. The slab of metal was ancient and its restraints were enchanted by the eldest of witches, so that not even I could break them.

What she wanted was my ultimate trust in her. And I wasn’t even a little nervous. In fact, I was about to—

“Ah, fuck,” I suck in air through my teeth.

She withdraws her hand before I can finish. “I didn’t say you could come. On the table. Go.”

Oh, shit.

My wolf pants at her feet and rolls over at her command.

I’d do anything for this woman.

I move to the dark corner and hoist myself up onto the table. Once I lie down, there’s a moment where I consider getting off it. The last time I was on it wasn’t so pleasant.

With my hands above my head, she clamps one of the restraints on my wrist, then the other.

My mouth goes dry. My tongue darts out to wet my lips.

After fastening the clamps around my ankles, I’m entirely helpless to her. There’s a gleam in her eyes as she scans my body spread out like an all-you-can-eat buffet.

I never thought I’d see the day where I voluntarily let someone torture me, let alone insist on it.

But here I am, a willing victim to the most dangerous woman in the world, practically begging for it.

She needs this , I tell myself. While my little wolf enjoys being dominated and roughed up, she needs to see that doing what she needed to survive was not the same as submitting herself to me. Even as my submissive, she’s never without power and always has a choice.

“Limits?” she asks.

“There are none.”

She raises her eyebrows. “None?”

“Don’t kill me, and no one else touches you, or I kill them and punish you.”

She laughs, but I’m not joking.

“I have no other limits when it comes to you. I’m yours to do with as you please.”

She disappears for a moment, and I hear the sound of metal clanking to return with a scalpel in her hand. She waves it in my face, thinking she’ll get a reaction out of me. “Safe word?”

“Don’t need one.”

There isn’t a torture method I haven’t experienced myself. And her plans for me are nothing I can’t handle, physically or mentally. I can heal and recover from everything and anything, especially these surface level cuts she’s about to instill.

Sexually, however, is a whole other story.

I was about to be putty in this demon’s hands, and I’ve handed over my soul.

Contemplating her next move, she slices into the V directed toward my cock. She slices into me, enough to draw blood on either side.

I hiss, and my cock hardens. My vicious mate didn’t hesitate. “Ah, good girl.”

She bends down to lick up the blood trickling down on one side, setting down the scalpel.

I lift my head at the delicious tease of her tongue. She doesn’t swallow, instead she settles her mouth over the head of my cock and eases herself down, lubricating me with my own proof of submission. Then sucks the blood off of me on the way up before finally meeting my stare head on and swallowing.

Her lip curls up into a smile.

“Shit, baby, don’t do this to me.”

She wipes the remaining blood off her supple bottom lip, then sucking off my blood off her finger, eliciting a popping sound.

My heart pounds and my cock throbs.

She focuses her attention back on me, raises an eyebrow and tilts her head to the side. “Begging already? I would’ve thought the king of torture would be able to last a little longer. My mistake.”

With the sudden urge to punish that bratty mouth and spank her ass raw, I forget I’m restrained and pull against them.

She smiles again at my misfortune.

“You’re such a f—”

“Watch your mouth,” she instructs.

She looks back down at my wounds of which have already closed up. She fights back her fangs to bite into me, wanting to continue with this pretend surgery. She picks up the scalpel and cuts into me again. This time, a little deeper.

I lay my head back down and wince, before I peer up at her again. It’s been a long time since I’ve been anyone’s victim of torture, and she’s the most likely to get me to break with this next move.

She repeats this action. Only, this time, she doesn’t make just one pass, stroking me with a mouthful of my blood but several strokes.

I lift my hips to her, needing to be deeper, but she grants me no relief. Instead, she moves away and swallows.

“You like swallowing me, darling? I remember you do that so well.”

There.

At my praise, I smell her instant arousal pooling between those delicious thighs of hers, wanting to ride me. And I know if I goad her enough, I can get her to do exactly that.

“I also remember something else you can do well.” I twitch my cock.

The dark veins mottling her neck indicate her vampire is responding to mine. My veins must’ve blackened, and my eyes are glowing.

In a deep, demonic voice, I say, “Sit on it.”

She licks her lips of my blood, feeding the vampire inside of her to regain control. The veins in her neck disappear. She crawls up my body, grabbing my face in her hand, forcing my lips to pucker. “I know what you’re trying to do. But you’re not in charge, here, are you now, king ?”

A growl rumbles deep inside my chest.

“No...” She shakes her head. “That’s right. I’m in charge. So, you’re gonna be a good boy for me and take what I give you when, and if I decide to give it to you. And if I decide to fuck you, it’ll be to please me, not you. Am I clear?”

My lip twitches into a snarl.

She tightens her hold.

“Yes,” I hiss.

She jerks my head. “Yes, what?”

Oh, her ass is going to be so red once I get out of this.

“Yes, my queen,” I grit.

She pats my cheek. “Good boy.” And crawls back down my body.

She takes the scalpel and runs it down the center of my stomach, stopping right above my dick. Fuck, maybe there is another limit. Don’t cut my dick off.

She makes two imperfect half-moons there and then carves other things into my body. When I look up, my dick is still attached and tented but the skin above has a heart above it with her name on it.

She’s drawing on me. Branding me. Making me her canvas.

The possessive act gives me chills.

She smears the masterpiece and strokes me with my own blood.

My head lulls back on the cold surface, and I suck in through my teeth, having to fight the urge to tell her to “keep doing that.”

It doesn’t take long before, “I’m close.”

Thinking my warning was an invitation, she massages my balls, causing me to stifle premature ejaculation. But who could withstand this torture? I needed her to straddle me. To feel her folds consume my fucking cock.

“Fuck, you’re killing me,” I strain—and then it’s there. “I’m gonna—”

She withdraws. “Come? I don’t think so. Not yet. I didn’t give you permission.”

“You fucking br—”

“Such a filthy mouth.” She tsks.

“Yeah? Come sit on my face, and I’ll make it up to you.” I lick my lips and grin.

I’ve hit a nerve. My little brat queen can’t take it, but she can dish it. At least that’s what I think, until she’s straddling my cock, sliding slowly down my length like a fucking pole. Her eyes lock on me, and she stops halfway down.

“That’s it. That’s a good girl.” I bite my lip and moan. “All the way, darling.”

But my dungeon master was clear she was in charge and not to be given orders. I’m struggling to not top from the bottom.

“I don’t think so, in fact.”

I groan when her pussy drags up my length as she lifts herself off of me until only the tip is inside of her.

“Now I want you to beg for it,” she says.

“What?” I grit.

“You heard me. Beg for me to sit on you.”

I narrow my eyes. “I want you to sit on me...” I purse my lips before baring my teeth. “Please.”

“I’m not convinced. Try again.”

“No,” I say.

She slams down on me hard until my cock hits her cervix and lifts back up.

“Motherf—” I bite back the curse.

“Try. Again. Beg me, Dax. Beg me to sit on your cock.”

I clench and unclench my fists. Thinking I could lift my hips a little more, but she’d just move further off of me, and that’s the opposite of what I want.

“Come on my queen, please, I want you to sit on my cock so fucking bad. Please, baby. Fucking give me that pussy. I need it.”

She smiles, impressed, and rewards me. Once she’s all the way sat, my eyes roll to the back of my head. “Mm...” I pull at the restraints.

“Now beg for me to ride you.”

“No fucking w—” But I eat my words when she rocks those hips of hers forward. “Oh, goddess, fuck, okay!”

I stare up at the ceiling. Fighting my own pride. This isn’t as easy as I thought it would be.

“Say it.”

But I’d do it for her.

“Please, my queen. Fucking ride me. Use me to make that pussy feel good. You know just how I like it.”

She begins her treacherous rocking of that sexy ass fucking body of hers. I’m moaning and sucking air in through my teeth, watching my girl ride my dick like no other could. I would kill to wrap my hand around that neck of hers as she tosses her head back and pound into her until she’s screaming for fucking mercy.

Goddess, she’s so fucking sexy.

She moans, and I feel her walls tightening around me.

“Mm baby, you’re pushing me out. Doing such a good job using me to make that pussy feel good. You’re getting close, aren’t you?”

“Mhm,” she whines.

“Fuck, baby. You feel so good. I need to feel you come around me.”

Her hips rocking faster on me and begins to whine and her mouth is forming an “O” as she climbs. Almost to the top.

Groping her breasts, I need her to come right fucking now. The way her body waves, the way she feels, and the sounds she’s making, I won’t last much longer.

“That’s it, good girl. You’re doing so good. Almost there. Fuck, you gonna let me come with you, my queen? Please, baby, let me cream in that fucking pussy of yours.”

“Yes!” She throws her head back and screams, and I grunt and follow, gushing my seed into her.

She falls forward, resting her head on me and moments pass as we lay like this.

“That felt so good. Wanna go again?”

We laugh.

“Fuck, yes. How do you want me?”

She sits up and runs her hand over my chest. The sparks from our bond licking up my skin. She bites her lip, and that’s all it takes for my cock to harden inside of her again.

“What’s wrong, darling?” If I could get out of this, I’d stroke her cheek.

Unless . . .

“I know why you let me do this. I appreciate it so much, and I think in some ways I needed it. But to be honest, I prefer it when you’re in charge,” she admits.

I figured as much but glad she came to it on her own. “Anything you want, mistress.” I grin.

She rolls her eyes. “On second thought, maybe I’ll keep you here until I need my next fix.”

“You think I can’t smell that you’re ready for me now ? I can darling, and I’ll ruin you whenever I want.”

“Not if I don’t let you out.” She smiles so proud of herself.

And I’m about to ruin that for her.

“Funny you should mention it. I remember I fortified these clamps to restrain even myself. Only I’m no longer just a werewolf. I’m a hybrid. Which means...” A sinister grin spreads across my face and just as I suspected, her smile fades and is replaced by terror.

I break through the restraints and wrap an arm around her waist, holding her to my body. Before she can lift herself off me, I use my free hand to break through the clasps around my ankles. I flip her onto her back and pin her down, her arms above her head, with me still inside of her, I bury myself deeper causing her to cry out.

“You’re in big fucking trouble.”