The Hunt
Luka was drunk.
He was drunk on her, and every rational thought was surrendering to raw desire.
“Where are you hiding, huntress?” he muttered, flying above the treetops.
While he searched, he considered his intentions toward Matilda.
Making her his queen was not viable; however, he could keep her as his blood mistress.
He’d give her a bullshit title, such as Vampire Human Liaison, to curb suspicions.
He could kill two birds with one stone—have her in his bed and quell the unrest from the rebellious humans.
Luka grinned when he caught sight of her below, zipping through the terrain with the bottom of her dress in her hands. He glided through the air and dropped to the ground nearly a hundred feet away from her. He’d lie in wait for her to cross his path, and then he’d take her.
He calmed his breathing with his back pressed against a tree and closed his eyes.
The crunch of her feet against the snow rang through his ears, and electric anticipation raced through his extremities.
He could still taste her on his tongue, warm and delectable, and the fiend in him was begging for more.
He could hear her heart; it pumped wildly as she attempted to escape her fate.
Blood rushed below, and his dick strained against his trousers, begging to be let loose.
One.
Two.
Three.
A startled scream tore from Matilda when she was tackled from behind and driven face down into the snow.
“You can scream as loud as you want. No one is coming to save you,” Luka whispered in her ear.
“I’m not the one who needs saving.”
“You are confident for a woman whose face is buried in the snow.”
“Are you done speaking? I have a hot-blooded werewolf in my bed as we speak, eager to breed me.”
Luka laughed heartily as he flipped her onto her back. He wanted to see her face when he delivered the good news.
“Beta David will not be awaiting your return,” he boasted as his fingers traced the gold links of the necklace.
It was an exquisite piece that sat on an equally exquisite bosom.
He leaned down to kiss the stunning ruby in the center, trailing soft kisses from the pendant to her breasts that threatened to spill out.
She sighed when he dipped his tongue down the center of her squished mounds.
“H-how can you be so sure that he won’t be there?” she asked, attempting to distract herself.
“Because he bowed out.”
“He bowed out?”
“That is correct. Beta David no longer wants to challenge me for your hand. This means I am the winner by default, and I can claim you as mine, or you’ll have to challenge me. So, what will you choose, huntress? Will you give in to me, or will you continue to fight the inevitable?”
“I, Matilda Beaumont, accept your challenge, King Alesi.”
He grinned. “Very well.”
She gasped when her opponent sank his fangs into her breast above her heart, delivering his venom right to the source. He eased to his feet and waited for her to do the same.
“Y-you… bit me,” she cried in disbelief and lascivious agony. Tears spilled from her eyes as she crawled away from the pleased vampire.
“You should know from experience that you should never let your guard down.”
“You’re right. I should. Forgive me for believing that maybe you’d prove me wrong,” she replied, shakily standing with the assistance of a nearby tree.
“Prove you wrong about what?”
“That honorable vampires exist.”
Luka snorted and stalked his victim. It wasn’t difficult to catch up with her. She moved at a snail’s pace.
He inhaled deeply, enjoying the scent of her arousal as it leaked from her thirst-quenching well. He was well aware their encounter would be brief.
He shoved her against the tree, forcing her breath to evacuate her lungs, and slowly ran his frigid fingers down her spine to the lace ribbons that held her bodice together.
Matilda’s nails dug into the bark as Luka ran his nose down the side of her neck. He placed a warm, open-mouth kiss on her shoulder and followed the tender affection with a sharp bite.
“Ohhhhhh… gods,” she whimpered, barely capable of keeping herself upright as the vampire king’s venom crept through her veins to find refuge in her soul.
Her dress loosened and pooled around her waist, exposing her erect nipples to the wintry precipitation.
Luka’s hands instinctively explored her body.
He hummed with satisfaction when his fingers caressed her aching buds.
He wanted to suck each one into his mouth and tease them until her head fell back with a wanton cry, but time was of the essence.
Her body ran hot from his venom, but prolonged exposure to the cold could still lower her body temperature to dangerous levels.
They would have more fun together. He was sure of it.
He quickly removed the rest of her garments, leaving her naked and exposed to the elements.
Matilda moaned when he cupped her sex. He ran his fingers up and down her slit, spreading her juices as he went.
He slipped his digits into her drenched warmth and swore he could feel her heartbeat around his fingers.
Luka’s need for his huntress quickened tenfold as he wrestled himself out of his trousers.
His dick fell into his open palm, and he guided it to her leaking hole.
“You cry out to gods, but I can assure you, Matilda Beaumont, that the gods have abandoned you.”
Matilda’s mouth dropped when Luka surged into her.
The force lifted her onto the tips of her toes.
He groaned into the back of her neck, never having experienced such mind-numbing pleasure before.
It both angered and confused him. He was fucking his mortal enemy, and disgracing the memory of his deceased love, who was killed by her people many years ago.
His anger engulfed the confusion and guilt, swallowing it whole and leaving the need for retribution behind.
Matilda cried out when Luka buried his fingers in her curls and repeatedly thrust into her.
She wondered how such a brutal fucking could feel so good.
It hadn’t in the past, but now that her head was tilted back and her blood oozed down her bouncing breasts while the vampire king had his way with her, she couldn’t imagine anything else.
Their coupling was forbidden and euphoric.
Her pussy stretched to accommodate his girth and length, and she was grateful he stole her breath with every stroke because she’d beg him to go deeper and harder if she was capable of speech.
“I wish to devour you, Matilda,” he panted in her ear. “I desire to drain you until your breathing slows, your heart stutters, and you collapse into my arms.”
Matilda swallowed her scream when he grasped her thigh and lifted it. He plunged deeper, tapping against a spot that nearly made her feral.
“Y-you sound like you’re in love,” she teased.
Outraged at her jesting, Luka threw her into the snow and wrestled her onto her hands and knees.
“Fuck!” she shrieked when he roughly entered her from behind.
His nails sank into her hips, sending fresh blood droplets down her flesh onto the crisp, white snow.
In that moment, Luka realized he couldn’t be saved.
Her rounded ass clapped against his pelvis and thighs, leaving a gush of her arousal behind with each stroke.
The guilt he felt earlier dissipated as he stared down at his huntress, who was whimpering and whining for him to please her.
Her fingers were driven into the fresh snow, and her back arched deeper than he thought humanly possible.
She was wrong for him, but it felt right as he continued to fuck her into submission.
Matilda was the first to orgasm. Her screams sent the nearby small night creatures skittering away for cover.
Luka’s eyes rolled in the back of his head, and his strokes became sloppy once her pussy pulsated around him—squeezing, tugging, and sucking him like he’d never felt before.
He spilled into her with a prolonged snarl, filling her with his seed until it overflowed from her to the snow, where it mixed with her blood.
Matilda pitched forward into the snow once he released her. She rolled onto her back and stared at the moon, uncaring that she was naked and freezing and uncaring that she took dick from her enemy, and his semen seeped out of her.
She yelped when Luka pressed himself between her thighs.
He entered her again and planted his face in the crook of her neck.
His fangs smoothly slid into her neck as he rutted her into the wet forest floor.
He drank slowly from her as if he were sipping the rich wine from the Black Forest. Matilda wrapped her arms around Luka’s neck.
She buried her fingers into his hair, needing something to anchor her.
Her eyes felt heavier with each thrust until she lost consciousness.
Luka snapped out of it when he realized her fingers had slackened, and her arms fell to the side. He retreated, not wanting to defile her when she was unaware.
He, too, took a moment to stare up at the moon. It was a beautiful sight, but so was the vision beneath him. Gradually, he dressed her, hoisted her into his arms, and flew back to Prince Lykaon’s castle.