All Chapters of Hunt Me, Mark Me : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Earis I slid off him and got on my knees between his legs. He looked at me with satisfaction in his eyes. He slowly pulled the shorts down to his ankle letting his cock spring free. I tied my hair into a messy bun. “Take it in your mouth already…” Skylar moaned. I raised my head to meet his gaze, and he adjusted to the edge of the bed, his hands wedging behind his back as the heat of his cock steamed on my face. I kept my gaze on him as I wrapped my fingers around his hardness, and I felt it throb in my hand. A silent groan escaped his lips as I slowly stroked him. I adjusted further into him and I trailed my tongue between his balls, kissing and sucking from one to the other, all the while I stroked him slowly. My tongue slid from the base of his cock to the tip, and I circled the tip, tasting the salt of his precum. My thighs pressed together as I tried to cool off the pulse of my core that screamed and heated begging for his cock. His grip on the sheets tightened as he groan

Earis I don't know how, but the yacht came to a stop at Belton City. I had gone back to Anya’s room and slept next to her. I was out almost the whole day until Magnus came to wake me up. We were all at the lounge and Anya was in the room where I kept her. “We need to go back to Westridge, Ambrose would rally all the hunters in this world if he lost a second daughter,” Magnus said, holding my arm. “No!” I retorted. “He let an eight-year-old climb up a lighthouse just to take me out. He told her to be on her guard when you attacked. Imagine if it were Cicada, she would be dead by now!” “Earis, it's for the safety of everyone, we don't want to pick a fight with your father. Marble and Vanya have been busy wiping off the evidence of our presence during the Neurophaga’s attack. There's only so much she could do without getting caught,” Claire said coldly. “I can't let my sister go back to him!”“She can't be here either, and she most certainly can't remember seeing you,” Claire snapp

Magnus “What the hell!” She yelled as she pulled herself above the water's surface. “Why would you do that?” “If you won't take care of yourself, then I will. This absurd obsession with Cicada irritates me,” I responded, taking off my clothes and stepping into the pool. She was fuming, but the cold water made her shiver. She kept swimming backwards so I wouldn't get close to her, but I followed regardless. “Stay away from me! There's no time for this, we need to find Cicada as soon as possible! What if he gets away… what if…” She kept on ranting. God… I hated it, I hated the way she called his name, even though it was with contempt. I hated that she gave him so much attention even though I was standing next to her.She kept swimming backwards until her back hit the edge of the pool. Her body vibrated as fumes steamed from her nostrils and mouth as she tried to breathe. “Magnus, I'm really cold,” she breathed, tucking the wet hairs that stuck to her face backwards. I kept movin

Earis He must have seen the denial in my eyes, because he smiled…a truly predatory, satisfied smile before he turned the screw again. Click-click. The intensity doubled instantly, a white-hot spear of agony mixed with an overwhelming arousal shot from my nipple straight down to my soaking wet core. “Hmm…” I shrieked from the sweet but agonizing pleasure. He secured the clamp, the pressure excruciatingly tight, and he moved to my right breast. He applied the second clamp with more force, and he tightened it quickly, deliberately ignoring the way my body convulsed beneath him. He let out small, satisfactory growls as he continued. I felt the blood flow restricted and swollen at the base of my nipples. With both nipples now viciously pinched, my chest felt like it was on fire and my pussy was throbbing with desperate need. The pain was too sharp to ignore, yet the arousal it generated was a tidal wave. I was entirely reduced to sensation—the icy air on my clit and the rest of my b

EarisSeraphine sat on one of the jeeps with her legs crossed. She was dressed in a short black flare skirt and a net crop top. She had dyed her hair black and pulled it into two ponytails, like a teenager going through a gothic phase. It was quite disturbing to be honest. I guess I'm not the only one who's changed. “Long time no see, Earis Lockwood,” she said with a smirk on her lips. Her voice was lighter than I remembered, almost like she wasn't the same person. Skylar stepped forward, baring her fangs as she shielded Vanya. “That's quite a look you got there… I guess you didn't feel loved after all,” Vanya scoffed, her disdain laced in every word. “I guess we hate whomever this is…” Skylar snarled, her claws breaking the earth beneath my paws. I wanted to lunge at her and break her ribs, then let her heal so I could do it all over again. But she smelled different, not the stale stench of meat vampires always carried around. Magnus had told me about the Lazarus pit and its ef