All Chapters of His Little Hunter: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

ELIASI slammed the door open, the heavy wood banging against the wall with a violence that matched the chaotic thrumming of my heart, echoing like thunder. "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, cloying and intoxicating. 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 from the inside out. "No," she whim

ELIASA tether snapped deep within me, severing the last of my restraint like a breaking rope. 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, a battle. 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 rivaled my own, her fingers tangling in my hair, pulling me closer, her tongue sweeping against mine, uninhibited and wild, claiming as much as surrendering. 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 like lightning. My chest heaved as I stared down at the temptress pinned beneath me. The scent of her was overwhelming, drowning my senses. I could smell the heavy, intoxicating musk of her arousal mixing w

ELIAS"Is this your revenge?" Her words cut deeper than any blade she could have wielded, slicing through flesh and bone to pierce something vital. 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. It was branded into my memory. I had taken advantage of her. There was no other way to spin it. Yes,

ALLISON My heavy breaths were the only sound in the room, harsh and ragged against the silence. The challenge hung in the air between us, thick as smoke. I waited for a reaction, desperate for him to lash out. I wanted him to strike me so I could justify the violence brewing under my skin. But he didn't move. All he did was rake his eyes over me, his gaze heavy and unreadable, before finally locking onto mine. "I don't want to hurt you, Allison." His voice was tender to an almost irritating degree. There was no malice in his tone, no flicker of annoyance that I'd just launched solid oak at his head. "I'm only here to help." I laughed. A loud, maniacal sound that cut through the silence like a seasoned blade. "The irony," I spat. "To say that after everything you've put me through in the name of avenging your psychopath brother." There was a visible shift in the air at the mention of Michail. The tenderness bled from his expression instantly, replaced by a mask of stone. I watched

ELIAS My whole body went taut, every muscle tensing like a wire pulled to its breaking point, ready to snap. Was this a test from the Queen to see if I would disclose anything about our previous conversation? Was Violet here to gauge my loyalty, to see if I would crack under casual interrogation? "I don't know of any ties my brother could have had with the Queen." I kept my voice carefully neutral, giving nothing away. "Last I checked, my family hasn't had any ties with the Royal family since my brother took control of the House." "You don't need to play dumb with me, Eli." She took another step closer, her voice dropping to something intimate, conspiratorial, like we were sharing secrets in the dark. "I know the Queen secretly ordered your brother to kill the King's human mate." The words hung in the air between us like a blade suspended over my head, glinting with deadly intent. "I know a lot more than you think." She tilted her head, studying my reaction with those calculating