Chapter 10: Olivia

I’ve never wanted someone the way I want Hunter right now.

Everything feels woozy. But, even though the world is a blur, my desire for him is as sharp as ever.

“Hunter.” I beg, my fingers still hooked in the waistband of his jeans, ‘Hunter, please.”

“Olivia, don’t.” His voice is strained. I would take his rejection if I couldn’t see the massive bulge straining his trousers.

He wants me too.

I hook my hands behind his neck, pulling him down till I can smell the mintiness of his breath. His citrus scent wraps around me, drawing me into him.

A purr reverberates at the back of his throat, and my clit tingles.

“Fuck.” he bites out, running a hand through my knotted hair. His blue eyes dilate and shift in the dark light.

I never knew how sexy shifter eyes were till now.

“I can’t do this.” He rumbles, “You’ve been drugged. I swore I would protect you, not take advantage of-” He trails off, running a light finger down my cheek, and my eyes flutter shut.

Take advantage? I would give my soul for him to trail that finger all the way to my wet core.

I whimper. A fresh wave of desire rolls down my spine, pooling between my legs.

“I wanttttt you. Isn’t that enough?” I breathe.

“No. Not like this.”

Frustration nips at my desire. If Hunter isn’t going to give me what we both clearly need, then I'm going to have to take it from him.

I buck off the bed, pressing my lips to his and catching him off guard.

At first, he freezes, his soft mouth still.

But then he grunts, his hot breath mingling with mine till I can’t tell whose air is whose.

He tangles both hands in my hair, tilting my head up so that he can move his lips slowly with mine.

Every nerve in my body comes alive.

I sigh into the kiss, twining my fingers in the curls of his soft, dark hair.

I gasp when his hands slide to my waist, wrapping me and pulling me into his chest.

“Please,” I beg as pressure builds in my core.

“Olivia.” He groans. I can feel his hard length pressed against my thigh.

Goddess, he’s huge.

Something flickers in my chest. It feels like fire, spreading across my entire body. Gold flashes behind my eyes.

I pull off his shirt, and he lifts his hands to let me. I put all the fire in me into the kiss.

He jerks back like I shocked him, “Did you feel that?”

Feel what? Other than his heat and my wet pussy, I don’t feel a thing.

Clearly, he’s trying to stop our session out of some responsibility he feels for me.

Well, fuck his morals.

“Take off your pants,” I beg, nearly grinding his sheets.

He’s breathing hard. Sweat rolls down his toned chest, and I want to lick it all the way to his cock.

I think he wants to say something else, but he shakes his head.

“Tell me a story,” He insists, putting even more distance between us, “Something. Anything.”

He cannot be serious, “I don’t know any stories.”

“Then tell me about you.”

I know what he’s doing, but no one has ever asked me that, and it’s enough for me to take a shaky breath and think.

“My name is Olivia Blackwood. I’m 19. I’m a human. I-”

He leans forward, accidentally brushing my shirt, and I moan when he hits my stone-hard nipples.

“I’m sorry.” His breath is harsh, “Don’t stop.”

Goddess, he is not helping.

I grit out, “My favourite books are mysteries. My favourite food is seafood. My favourite hobby is cooking. My favourite colour is dark blue.”

Like his eyes.

“Favourite movie?”

“Don’t have one. Alpha Rick thought movies were a waste of time.”

Hunter looks stunned, and his eyes shift back to their normal deep blue.

“I’ll watch them with you.” He promises, “I’ll watch anyone you like. Just, don’t let me make love to you right now.”

His voice softens when he says “make love”, and I nearly cum from the rumble in his tone.

Focus, Olivia.

“Your turn.” I press. Some of my horniness begins slipping away.

“My favourite books are comics.” He starts

“Not books,” I mutter, and he huffs a laugh.

“Um… My favourite music is pop. My favourite food is anything as long as it gets Talon to eat.”

“Your packmate doesn't eat?”

Hunter stiffens, “He’s… complicated. But no, he rarely eats.”

Damn. Who is this Talon guy, and what the hell happened to him?

“What else?” I say, changing the subject.

“About me? Not much. I’m not as interesting as you’d hope I am.”

That statement clears away some of my drunkenness. Not interesting? I’ve been fascinated with him from the moment we met.

“I think you’re more interesting than you think you are,” I promise, and Hunter’s eyes soften.

I want to say more, but tiredness catches up with me. I yawn, sinking into Hunter’s comforting sheets.

“Olivia?” I think Hunter says.

“Hmm?”

“One last question,” his fingers brush my bruises, “who did this?”

Axel.

The word is there, I nearly spit it out, but my body refuses to cooperate, and sleep drags me down fast.

Axel. Axel. Axel.

Every time I try to say the name of the tattooed god, my lips grow heavier.

He’s the last thing I picture before falling asleep. His angry face staring down at me. His silver eyes making me mad.

In my dream, he reaches out and strangles me again, but before I can fight, he pushes me against a wall, leaning dangerously close.

“Axel.” I finally breathe.

“Human.” He growls.

Then, he thrusts his fingers down my underwear.