All Chapters of His Little Hunter: Chapter 61 - Chapter 66

ELIAS’ POVI slammed the door open, the heavy wood banging against the wall with a violence that matched the chaotic thrumming of my heart."Hunter?"I expected to find her standing, her unique eyes full of defiance. I expected to find her plotting another escape or wielding another lamp. I was ready to shake the truth out of her, to demand an explanation for the letter burning a hole in my pocket.But the words died in my throat as I set my eyes on her.The room was sweltering, like I’d walked into a furnace. The air was thick, heavy with a mind numbingly sweet scent that hit the back of my throat like syrup. It was a scent I hadn't smelled in centuries, but one my instincts recognized instantly. It triggered a deep, predatory ache in my gums, making my fangs itch to descend.She wasn't standing.She was on the bed, feet tangled in the sheets, her lithe body writhing as if she were being burned alive."No," she whimpered, her voice ragged. "Please... stop. It burns."The letter in my

ELIAS' POVA tether snapped deep within me, severing the last of my restraint.I growled. A low, vibrating rumble that resonated in my chest, and crushed her mouth to mine.It wasn’t a gentle kiss; it was a collision. My blood mingled with her own essence on her tongue, a heady cocktail of iron and honey, of fire and desperate need. She met me with a ferocity that rivalled my own, her fingers tangling in my hair, pulling me closer, her tongue sweeping against mine, uninhibited and wild.I drove her backward until the back of her knees hit the mattress, and I followed her down, my body a heavy shield covering hers. I settled between her legs, the hard friction of our hips sending electric sparks skittering along my nerves. My chest heaved as I stared down at the temptress pinned beneath me.The scent of her was overwhelming. I could smell the heavy, intoxicating musk of her arousal mixing with the metallic tang of the blood she had just consumed. It was a primitive, maddening perfume t

ELIAS’ POV“Is this your revenge?”Her words cut deeper than any blade she could have wielded.I leaned against the door of the master bedroom, sliding down until I hit the floor. I buried my face in my hands.She thought I did this out of malice. She thought I turned her to torture her.It was ironic. At some point, hurting her had been all I ever wanted. I had spent nights imagining the ways I would make the hunter who killed my brother suffer. I had wanted to hear her beg.My wish had finally been granted. She was begging. She was suffering.But I was the one bleeding.Just when had my feelings changed so drastically?I touched the side of my neck, where the skin was tender and bruised. The bite mark was fading, thanks to my regeneration, but the phantom sensation of her lips, her tongue, her teeth… that would never fade.I had taken advantage of her.There was no other way to spin it. Yes, the transition fever drove her. Yes, she had begged me to touch her.But she hadn't known wh