All Chapters of His Little Hunter: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

ELIAS’ POV The hunter nuzzled her cheek against my chest and slowly the hard lines of her face eased into a soft smile. It was almost like she recognised our connection subconsciously despite being human or was that just me reading too much into it? I shouldn’t be this happy just because she leaned into me but my heart pounded and it felt like I was floating in air. Would it really be so bad to just give in to this feeling? I made a turn for the bathroom and ran some warm water into the tub. While I waited for the tub to fill, I sat on the edge and placed the hunter on my lap so I could help her strip out of my shirt. I began undoing the buttons of the shirt before my hands stilled at her chest. I’m stripping her…. My eyes suddenly fell to the generous mounds of flesh on her chest. She’d been naked when I found her in Eliza’s dungeon but I’d been so worried about her condition that I hadn’t paid much attention to her body until now. I faltered at the next button, a few mor

ALLISON’S POV I waited till the royal was out of the room and hopefully out of earshot before I voiced the question that had been plaguing me. “Did you say your name was Melissa?”“Hmmm?” She arched a perfectly carved brow at me. “Yeah, it is.” The odd female beside me was as flawless as flawless came. Her silky, long hair was dark as night, falling to her waist. Slim brows framed eyes that were the prettiest shade of brown I’d ever seen. Her nose was small and slim, the kind girls went under the knife for and her mouth was smallish with plump lips that were tinged pink. I was staring at a real-life doll. You’d think I’d be used to seeing beautiful creatures with all the years I’ve spent as a hunter but this female truly was a marvel. She was on the same level as Eliza except she lacked that stuck-up air Eliza exuded. She seemed way more relaxed judging by the loose tee and boxers she currently wore. Eliza wouldn’t be caught dead in such an outfit. “Melissa Morange?” I questioned

ALLISON’S POV“Damned hunter!” The royal cursed on a yell as he fell onto a knee on the floor. His face contorted in pain and blazing crimson eyes glared up at me. I used the opportunity to roll off the bed and put some distance between us.Why did he try to kiss me? And why did my heart threaten to pound out of my chest? It wasn’t the usual pounding when I felt myself falling into panic. My reaction was unfamiliar to me.My cheeks felt hot and strangely so did the rest of my body, especially the places the vampire touched. I could still feel the ghost of his touch on my chin, scalding, like a brand on my skin.I’d been pinned down by plenty of vampires in the past who’d wanted to have their way with me, but this was the first time I didn’t feel my stomach twist with a sickening urge to vomit.I wasn’t fully repulsed by his touch. There was no lingering fear or apprehension.Did that matter, though?He was still a vampire and Michail’s brother to boot. It didn’t change the fact that

ELIAS’ POVI stood outside the bedroom, my back to the door as I reeled from what had just happened.I tried to kiss the hunter.I tried to kiss my brother’s murderer.How could I have tried something so ridiculously stupid? No matter how appealing she looked in that moment, I wasn’t some mutt with no self-control. Why did I try to kiss her?The image of the hunter pressed into the mattress beneath me flashed in my mind and my hands balled into tight fists.My knee had been nudged between her legs, pressed tightly against the most intimate part of her. She’d worn no underwear, so I’d felt her warmth directly against the fabric of my trews. She’d been wet. The faint scent of her arousal had clung to the air, tempting me further to cross that invisible line that shouldn’t be crossed. Her nipples had been puckered points straining against the thin fabric of my shirt.Her body called for me, begging to be touched. To be tasted.Her pale skin had been flushed and those hazel eyes had peere

ELIA’S POV“You damned fool!” A female screamed at his side, her oddly coloured eyes blazing with fury as she glared at her partner.How hadn’t I sensed their presence until now?‘You were too distracted by the female in your arms.’“Let her go.” The male started, ignoring his raging partner. His eyes were frigid, locked on me as the weapon remained steady in my direction. I recognised him; he was the bastard who had been with my bride at the warehouse that night. The one that had seemed too friendly for a colleague. “Or the next bullet that flies goes through your skull.”If his presence on my property wasn’t already a reason for me to direct my ire at him, the memory of him holding my bride so intimately that night was more than enough. I wasn’t a fan of hunters, but I especially wasn’t fond of him.“Is that supposed to be a threat?” I sneered, the hunter male getting my full attention now.Another bullet was fired, only this one grazed the side of my face before it hit the ground b