CHAPTER 14: "THIS IS BAD"

Amber

I did what…? 

“When did I—AH!” 

I was gasping hard to stay above the strong currents of pleasure.

“In the car!” The mattress creaked fiercely under his slamming and bouncing on my core. “I asked if I should wear a tux for the party, and you nodded!”

Oh my God. I’m the stupid one. 

“I didn't know!” I gasped, genuinely shocked, my body brimming once more with euphoria. “Hah…AH…AH! I'm sorry—HAH—Hunter, ah!”

The bed creaked louder with his deep grunting; and as I squeezed around him, his pleasure intensified, and he pushed my insides even more, stretching me beyond the familiar. 

Can he get any bigger?! 

“Yeah, you should be sorry,” he grunted, “you started the game, threatened me, and then when I won, you went silent on me.” Our sweat-sticky skins flopped angrily with his momentum. “I fucking hate it when you don’t talk to me.” 

I inhaled deeper and moaned stronger, staring at the furious knit in his brows. Inside my pounding chest, I was smiling like a kid who’d just gotten a giant box of candy. 

Yes, in the middle of an amazing sex. Because I finally knew that he hates it as much that we’re not talking—and I love it. 

He was pounding wildly into me, the mattress creaking as loudly as my moans, and as rapid as our breathing. Our sex sweat had thickened the air so much our passionate bodies burned even more. 

“Your pussy’s fucking hot now,” he snarled, “gripping so tightly. Like it knows how to please a man. Did you let anyone into your pussy, huh Am?” 

“No!” I moaned, clutching by my nails. “ONLY YOU!” 

“URGH, FUCK, TIGER!” He rammed in at a furious speed. “SO FUCKING HOT—SO TIGHT!” 

“Hunter!” I gasped in shock. “Ah, Hunter! Too much! Please, wait!” 

It was daunting. The pleasure was about to spill—like my intestines were about to explode. What if my stomach burst open? What if I exploded and hurt him? 

“Hunter—please!” I begged, crying, wanting him to slow down but also needing him to hurry. In the end, all I could do was chant the words he loves to hear. “I love you!” 

“YOU LOVE ME?” He thundered, not missing a beat. 

“Yes!” 

“SCREAM IT!” A drop of sweat fell from his forehead onto my steaming cheeks. 

“I LOVE YOU, HUNTER!” I screamed. 

“AGAIN!” He roared. 

“I FUCKING LOVE YOU—Mmph!” 

He kissed me so passionately, sucked so hard, that I climaxed hard, convulsing violently under him like a strangled fish out of water. 

But he didn’t stop. He kept thrusting—powerful jabs at the sweet spot inside me until he found his own release. And in a thundering roar, he came vigorously, his shot sputtering fiercely right at the same spot inside me. 

And I came once more, swiftly and intensely. 

Afterwards, I couldn’t remember much. 

But I’m pretty sure we didn’t end there. 

Because I remembered vividly his biceps squeezing me fiercely as he fucked me deeply on top of his lap, over and over….  

*****

My eyes flew open. 

And the greyish blue of the dawning sky outside the window greeted me. Then, the muscles of my body sprang awake and reminded me of last night, and my eyes panicked. 

But the second my gaze fell back from the window, it landed on a sleeping face a hair's breadth from mine. 

Hunter. 

The angelic beast was breathing calmly and peacefully, blowing gentle breezes on my nose; and a smile curled my lips. 

I am up close with his sleeping face. Real-time is still better than zooming in. I could see the tiniest line and curve, and they’d be the most accurate. The angle of his stubborn nose, the fullness of his sexy lips, and the clean edge of his jaw. 

So this is how he looks with stubs. Like he had secretly eaten some snow powdered flapjacks—. 

Good God, even his lashes are silvery white. If he wasn’t slightly tanned, he’d really look like a snowman. 

A giggle slipped through, and his breathing rattled.  

It was then I felt his arm around my waist, and I flushed hard. 

“Morning, tiger,” he breathed, his eyes still closed, exhausted because he had a long night. 

And then the weight of reality came crashing down once more. 

“Hunter,” I whispered, “we need to get rid of the evidence. It’s dawn—.” I couldn’t finish my sentence because his arm pulled me in and I snuggled against him again. 

The feel of our warm bare skins grazing each other made me flush even harder—and I was starting to feel like a steamed prawn.

“Just go to sleep,” he murmured lazily, his husky voice sexy as hell. 

But we can’t. 

“But they’re gonna wake up soon,” I hissed. 

And he chuckled because I wasn’t moving either. Perfectly still, perfectly contented in his arms. Because the magic would vanish once I do. 

But each time I took a breath, my nipples would brush against his, and I was beginning to overcook. My heart was thumping noisily again, and I was anxious that he’d hear it and laugh at me—. 

His lips moulded onto mine. 

And we started kissing again. Slowly at first, then ravenously, until we were grinding each other in our nakedness, and his hand roaming up and down the sides of my thigh, contemplating whether to lift it up to his waist so that I would open up for him to slide in once more—. 

“Fuck,” he broke away and kissed the corner of my mouth, “this is bad.” 

My heart sank. “Yeah, it is.” 

But we were both heaving hard with need, our gazes aligned, neither able to tear away. 

“I love kissing you,” I blurted, “which is bad.” 

He chuckled and lowered to the base of my throat, and then planted his lips there. 

“I love kissing you too. Here.” He nibbled the flesh above my collarbone. “And here.” His firm cushions sank into the curve between my neck and shoulder. “I love sucking the sweet perfume of your skin…your flesh—.” 

“Mmph!” I held tightly. “It’s really bad.” 

“Yeah, it is.” He drew my nipple into his mouth. “Fucking bad.” 

“Mmm…Hunter….” I sank my fingers contentedly into his soft white mane and played with the strands as a sigh of pleasure broke from my throat. “It feels so bad….” 

KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK!

I froze. 

And his hot mouth released my nipple with the same erotic pop. 

Only this time, I was too terrified to be turned on. 

“Stay under the covers,” Hunter huffed. He was already out of the bed, sliding into his pants. “Don’t make a sound.” 

I nodded and threw the duvet over my head. 

And the man decided then and there to chuckle. 

“You’re fucking adorable, do you know that?” 

“Shut up!” I cowered deeper into the sheets.  

The Blood Moon Alpha is a man of his word. So if he promised death—. 

Clack! The door unlocked and then my father’s voice boomed in. 

“Hunt! She’s not in her room! I just came from there, and her room’s empty, like she’s never been in it for the whole night. But she told me she’s unwell, and you assured me she’s fine—.”

“She’s right here,” Hunter calmly replied. 

I froze under the duvet, breaking out in cold sweat. What the fuck did Hunter just said?! Is he trying to get us both killed? 

I knew it! He lied! He didn’t really want this—he pretended to so I’d be caught and scolded, and my freedom be cancelled forever—!

“HERE?!” My father thundered. “WHAT DID YOU—?” 

“Charles Walter tried to mess with her last night, Andy.” Hunter sighed. “He said….” His voice went out of the human audible spectrum for a second, and then it was back on. “So for her safety, I put her here in my room where I can watch over her.” 

“Fucking Charles,” my father exhaled angrily, “he thinks he’s untouchable and I’m not.” 

“I propose we stay put and see what he does. The second he takes action, we strike back—once and for all.”

“But the authorities—.” 

Hunter chuckled. “Without Charles, Houndback’s business is peanuts compared to the Blood Moon Empire. Everyone in the realm knows that. Whose side do you think they’ll be on?”

“Right.” I detected a nod in my father’s voice, and then his focus was back on me. “I’ll do something about Charles. You stick to my baby girl—how’s she?” 

“She likes to put up a strong front.” Hunter scoffed. “You know her.” 

What the hell. I grinned widely. 

“She’s still asleep?” 

There was a pause before Hunter answered, “She didn’t get much sleep last night.” 

I flushed hard with embarrassment. 

“Goddamn it, that Charles Walter. My daughter isn’t one of his Omega whores.” 

I flushed harder. 

The things I did with Hunter last night…. I can’t say that I’m not. 

“I’ll wake her up. It’s almost breakfast—.” 

“No,” my father muttered quietly, “let her sleep in. You were right afterall—that dress is too much.” 

WHAT. The problem wasn’t the dress but Charles Walter’s perception of women! 

“He’s gone,” Hunter said aloud. 

And I slipped out of hiding, a frown of distaste on my lips. 

“That dress wasn’t too much at all. A nun would approve of it.” 

He was crossing his arms, his back against the door. 

“That’s not the point now, is it? Tiger?” 

He said the nickname on purpose. To remind me of what we did last night. 

And embarrassment burned my cheeks once more. “W–what’s the point then?” 

“The Alpha suspected nothing.” That grin was fucking sexy and handsome as hell. 

I looked away to cool down. “So we’re good!” I forced a chuckle. “I’ll go wash up now.” And I was about to throw the duvet aside when I remembered I was stark naked. 

“What’s the matter?” Hunter grinned devilishly. 

My index finger drew a circle. “Turn around, please.” 

“Why?” His right foot rested on his left. He had no intention of moving at all. 

“I need to get to the bathroom!” I hissed. 

“Go on then.” 

I shut my eyes to ward off more embarrassment. “I’m not exactly wearing anything!” 

“I know.” 

My eyes flew open with exasperation. “Then, turn around!” 

And he shrugged nonchalantly. “Not going to. I’ve seen and touched everything, tiger.” 

The Devil. So this is how he’s gonna play, huh? Fine. I’ll take the challenge. 

I threw the duvet aside and bounced off the bed onto the floor—while he remained unfazed, grin intact—and lifted my chin to a royalty angle before padding across the floor to the bathroom which was on his left. 

But the second I moved past him, he sprang into action—. 

“Hunter!” I squealed in surprise as I was swept up in his arms. “What are you doing?” 

And he hugged me closer to silence my giggles with a mind-numbing kiss. 

“A shower fuck is the best way to start a day.” 

Holding me upright hovering above ground, he propped my back on the bathroom wall, pressed his huge muscular frame of burning urge hard against me, and entered me in one fierce motion.