12. HUNTER #2
She launches the red vibrator at my head, and I catch it with ease, looking over it and noting the wetness around its still-vibrating head and having to resist the urge to lick it clean. “What’s wrong, Savage? Can’t get there on your own?”
“I’M GOING TO KILL YOU.”
“Oh, please, Savage. You don’t know how badly I’d beg you to try.”
She springs from the bed and launches at me, fury blazing across that pretty face.
Reaching me in seconds, her hands fly toward my throat, but I evade her easily, catching her wrists and sweeping them aside before turning us sharply and pinning her against the wall.
My hand settles around her throat while my body cages hers in place, holding her there as those wild green eyes burn into mine.
Her chest heaves. “What do you—”
“Uh-uh,” I say, shaking my head as my other hand reaches down, my fingers gently brushing her inner thigh. “You’re frustrated. You can’t let go.”
She breathes heavily as I slowly trail my fingers higher, but the fact she doesn’t even attempt to push me away tells me exactly what she’s been picturing these past twenty minutes.
“I can leave right now, or I can give you what your vibrator can’t.”
“I don’t need you.”
My hand closes around her pussy, cupping tightly and her knees buckle beneath her. “You’ve been fighting with yourself for twenty minutes, Savage. The whole fucking building can hear you not coming.”
She just stares, and I adjust my hold between her thighs, two thick fingers sliding straight inside her soaking cunt, and she whimpers. Instead of pushing me away, her hand braces against my chest and fists my shirt. “Oh fuck.”
My fingers start to move deep inside her, and she gasps sharply. “What’s it gonna be? I can leave right now, or I can fuck you until you shatter over every inch of this apartment.”
Her pussy grinds down against my hand, greedily taking more as she tightens her grasp in my shirt, pulling me impossibly closer.
“You know it, Lyra. Your vibrator ain’t gonna cut it tonight. You want me.”
“Fuck.”
My hand tightens around the base of her throat, my stare boring into her like lasers. “Say it,” I growl. “Tell me you fucking want me.”
Her jaw clenches. “Shit! Hunter. I want you.”
“That’s my girl,” I say, releasing my hold on her throat and bracing my arm around her waist, lifting her off the ground. “You don’t have to like me. You just have to let me fuck you.”
I launch her onto the mattress, and before her back has even settled on the sheets, I come down between those pretty thighs. My mouth closes over her clit and she cries out, her hand reaching between her thighs and knotting into my hair, holding on for the ride.
My tongue works over her clit, and I reach up beneath my chin, my fingers pushing straight back inside her, and she violently jerks beneath me. “Oh God, yes!”
Her whole body squirms against the mattress and as her legs lock around my shoulders, I don’t let up, knowing how worked up she already is.
My tongue works her clit, rolling over the sensitive nerves as I read her body like a map, every moan and gasping breath like a demand telling me exactly what she needs.
My fingers explore, curving inside her until her hips jolt just right, and I know I’ve found her G-spot. Then I’m fucking relentless, giving it all, and within seconds, she’s exploding on my fingers. That tight little cunt squeezes me as she cries out, throwing her head back in pure ecstasy.
“FUCK, HUNTER! YES!”
Lyra gasps, unable to catch her breath as my mouth keeps working her clit. Licking, rolling, and sucking while her walls spasm around my fingers. Her whole body shakes as the high rips through her, and fuck, I’ve never seen anything so goddamn beautiful.
She comes down from her high, and I don’t stop until she relaxes heavily into the sheets, her hand releasing its death grip in my hair, and only then do I pull back, slowly freeing my fingers from inside her.
Lyra watches me through a hooded stare as I push off the bed and get to my feet, neither of us saying a word.
Reaching for my shirt, I slowly begin peeling it off, and she tracks my every move, her gaze skimming over my body with a deep hunger, taking in every tattoo and ridge of tight muscle.
And then I drop my hand to my belt, and her eyes light up like fireworks.
She sucks in a slow breath, and every passing second the tension thickens in the room, anticipation building for what’s to come.
After undoing my pants, I reach in and free my cock, grasping it tight at my base as she watches, all but counting the inches. “Fuck,” she murmurs.
“Shirt.”
She visibly swallows and sits up before peeling the oversized shirt over her head and showing off those perfectly full tits.
Goddamn. She’s a fucking angel.
Her messy golden waves fall around her face and over her shoulder, skimming her breasts, and as my hand strokes the length of my cock, she collects all her hair, tying it up into a messy bun as though knowing she’s going to need it out of the way.
“Rough?” I ask.
Lyra nods, and that fierceness returns, ten-fold. “Isn’t that the only way?”
Fucking hell.
Grabbing her discarded vibrator, I toss it on the bed beside her. “On your knees.”
Lyra grins and inches right to the edge of the bed in front of me before pushing up high on her knees. The look in her eyes tells me she already knows exactly how this is going to go.
“Turn around.”
She does as I ask as I slowly stroke my raging cock, having to squeeze to maintain any semblance of control.
I step in behind her, watching the goose bumps form beneath my fingers as I brush her waist. “Spread those thighs and show me that pretty cunt.”
She pushes her knees as far as they’ll go, and without even a hint of hesitation, she begins lowering her tits to the mattress, arching her back just right and offering herself to me so damn beautifully.