25. I Crave the Hunt
M y fingers tremble as they caress the gift kneeling before me, Luna submitting on all fours, fair skin wet and gleaming in the fading light. I stroke my hands down her spine and rest them on her lower back right above her Venus dimples.
“This isn’t the way I intended to claim you… but it’s the way it’s supposed to be, isn’t it?”
She nods, shifting her legs wider for me.
“Please,” she whispers, vibrating under my touch and hardening my cock to steel.
Jesus.
I shouldn’t take her like this. She’s covered in blood, dirt, and it’s cold even in the humid, foggy rain. Feathers scatter around her from the bodice I ripped off. Her tutu clings to her thighs, more tatters than tulle after running for her life.
But that’s why she begged me for this. She’s wrecked from watching her friend die, and after staring death in the face, she needs me to show her we’re alive.
And fuck, I need it too.
I drag the remains of her layered skirt up and over her hips, then easily tear her panties in two with both hands. The sight of her glistening, bare cunt makes me groan.
“Orion,” she whimpers, shivering from the chill over her sensitive, exposed flesh.
I grab the globes of her ass, spreading them to serve her up for me. She yelps as I bend low, then moans when my tongue swipes through her dripping arousal. Her heady Carolina jasmine and honey scent is as addictive as sin.
“You liked running from me, didn’t you?” I rasp, barely able to contain the urge to bury myself inside her. “You liked being scared.”
I slip a finger in and flutter it over the bundle of nerves that make her writhe. Her breath catches, and I murmur.
“Don’t be shy. Your body tells me all I need to know. You loved it.” I withdraw my finger and suck, relishing her delicious flavor. “I can fucking taste it.”
She wiggles against me as I slide my finger back in and add another. Curving my body around hers, my fingers play with shallow strokes, and my mouth brushes the shell of her ear.
“One thing I can promise? I’ll always catch you, birdie, and you’ll always want to be caught. You wanted to be caught that first night too, didn’t you?”
“Yes, I wanted it tonight too. So badly. I…” She swallows. “I-I’m sorry for what I said at the graveyard.” She hiccups, and my heart stutters, waiting as she continues softly, “I don’t hate you. I never did.”
After everything, she was worried about this? Hurting me with words I knew were never true?
I’m trying to wrap my mind around the fact that she cared so much about my pain when she begins to shake again, like she’s trying to hold it together for what she says next.
“I don’t know… I don’t know what I would’ve done if you died thinking that.”
The sob finally bursts out, bowing her body. I catch her before she falls, kissing her temple.
“Shh, I know. I know. My sweet, sweet girl. I’m gonna take good care of you, alright? For the rest of our lives.”
A breathy cry of relief shudders from her, and the same tension releases from my chest.
I want to love her so hard I break her, then put her back together again with splintered pieces that only fit when seared with mine.
Teeth clenched, my willpower is in tatters, as shredded as the bodice lying like fractured wings by her side. It’s time my broken angel and I make the devil blush.
When I tease her opening, she whines and pushes back against me.
“Not yet. I’m too big, and I don’t want to break you before you’re ready.”
She bends lower, curving her spine and presenting herself to me with a whine.
“I don’t care, Orion. Please, make me yours.”
“Goddamn, little bird.”
I suck in a breath as pressure builds at the base of my shaft, my cock hardening to a painful degree. I don’t know how much longer we can take it, but I withdraw my fingers and resist.
Going back in, I revel in one more taste, lapping up her arousal from her clit to that tight little pucker I plan to claim one day, and she moans.
I thumb her clit in slow circles while I straighten on my knees and stroke myself with my other hand, spreading the precum from my tip along the rest of my length.
Blood from my wound drips onto my shaft, slickening me more with every glide. The sight alone nearly makes me come undone, and without thinking, I press my palm to my cut, holding back a curse.
I played it off earlier, but this hurts like hell. There was no way I was going to let her see my pain, though. Not after what she’s been through. Not after Benoit, and not with how crushed she looked, terrified she was going to lose me too.
But now I use the pain, sliding the warm liquid up and down, coating my cock with it.
My breaths quicken knowing my lifeblood is about to be inside her.
When the ache to claim her is finally too much, I drag my tip through her sex.
Rain falls between us, but I curl over her body, shielding her from the cold drops, and to make sure the blood I spilt for her doesn’t wash away before I can fill her cunt.
“I bled for you, and I’d do it again. It’s only right I mark you with it from the inside out.”
“Do it. Mark me. Make me yours.”
“I’d do anything for you, you know that?”
“Yes,” she breathes instantly. “I-I know.”
I notch myself at her entrance and settle both hands at her hips, steadying her.
Then I slowly, painfully slowly, push forward, feeling her stretch around my head.
Still, she flinches, making me wince. It’s both our first times, and I’m dying to be inside her, but hurting her in any way will devastate me.
“Relax for me.” I knead her upper thighs, trying to encourage her.
“O-okay.”
I grit my teeth as I pull out, never leaving her warmth before sliding back in, inch by inch. Every shallow thrust works her open, but when I meet that tender resistance, her muscles turn to stone. She whimpers when I try to push.
“Luna?” I say low, watching her. Her back rises with an inhale… but doesn’t fall. My chest aches, and I bend over her, careful not to force myself farther than she can take.
I kiss her neck, ghosting my lips up to her ear. “Don’t hold your breath, baby.”
She nods and lets out a shaky exhale. I wait until she inhales… exhales… but then she stops again.
“I don’t want this to hurt you. You have to let me in.”
“I… I want to. I…” She swallows, shaking her head, fingers clawing the moss. “I’m afraid. I’m trying, but I can’t…”
“It’s okay,” I murmur and sit up, racking my brain for what to do as my bloody palms easily glide down her rain-slicked spine, so wet at this point there’s zero resistance…
That realization hits me.
“Shit,” I mutter under my breath.
My jaw clenches, knowing, and hating, what I have to do to claim her.
I press my wound again, pouring blood into my palm before slicking the rest of my cock until I’m not just using it to mark her, I’m dripping with it this time.
Then my hands rest at her hips, my fingers dipping into the waistband of her tutu to get the perfect hold.
My cock never left her, still lodged right up against her resistance.
“After this, you’re mine, and I’m yours, okay? Remember that.”
She nods and bites her lip, but I don’t wait for her to answer out loud. Accepting the guilt that will come, my fingers tighten into a bruising grip, the shock of it forcing her to suck in a breath before I slam forward past her barrier, seating my length fully inside her.
I’m already bent over her, arms wrapped around her torso to gather her up in an embrace when her cry of pain rips through me, murmuring into her nape.
“Good girl. Such a good fucking girl. You did so good for me. I’m sorry. I know it hurt. Dragging it out would’ve been worse and warning you would’ve made you tense up more. But I’ve got you. You’re mine. And now, with my blood, my body, all of me… I’m yours.”
I don’t move until her trembling subsides and her tight walls begin to soften around me. Only then do I finally let myself bask in the moment. Bask in her . My wife.
I waited for Luna Bordeaux my whole life, never touched another, and goddamn, was it worth it. I’d wait forever all over again to feel this claiming one more time.
After breathing through all the sensations bulldozing through me, making me lightheaded, I ease her back down onto all fours, and sit up.
Holding onto her hips, I withdraw and watch where we’re connected.
The blood I used to make it easier on her is gone, replaced by her glistening arousal and a faint swirl of pink around my shaft.
Possessiveness and something stronger, something that’s only grown the more I’ve been around her, claw through me.
“You’re only ever going to be mine, Luna Bordeaux,” I vow. My grip tightens on her hips again as I slide back in. “Say it, baby. Say what I want to hear and mean it.”
“I’m only yours, Orion,” she moans, no hesitation.
I watch myself disappear inside her again, and fuck, her walls contract every time she sucks in a sharp breath to take my invasion.
She’s supple in my hands, and I massage down her spine over the delicate muscles she’s honed for years.
My tanned, scarred hands paint her fair, soft skin with crimson until they rest in the dimples above her curved ass, my fingers delving into the waistband of her skirt.
Thrusting one more time, slow but deep, I rest my forehead to her tattooed shoulder blade and groan.
“God damn , Luna.”
I force steady breaths, determined not to ruin her first time by coming too soon. So I force myself to relax, wait, taking this in so I can do things right by her for once.
Her pulse pounds around my cock, and my smile brushes her skin as I speak, “Want to know a secret?”
“Hm?”
“I like you scared. I like the way your moonlight skin flushes bright red under my hands, the way your breasts heave toward me, begging to be sucked.” I release her hips to cup them, tweaking her nipples with my thumbs.
“Orion!” she cries, writhing in a way that is absolutely counter productive to my aim of slowing this down.