Semua Bab Hunt Me, Mark Me : Bab 21 - Bab 30

EarisMy breath clung to my lungs. I was too stunned to deny or authenticate what he had just said. “I saw it at the party. You got wild after the shots, and you pulled your hair up,”Wait, am I supposed to be happy that someone else knows or be scared for him? “Anchorage to a promise… what does that even mean?” the question blurted out before I could stop it.“It's a sigil, like the mark of a blood oath. I've seen similar tattoos in the journals at the library.” I drew a quick breath. The thought of having a valid piece of knowledge about the mark that ruined my life gave me a glimpse of hope. “How the hell am I connected to this?” I asked, curiosity laced in every word. “That I do not know, ma Cherie. It's up to you to find out… but who marked you?” He asked, brows furrowed. The mark surged once more, and I could feel his rage pulse in my veins.“Miss Lockwood.” A voice called, and my body jolted.“Whoa, Professor Voss,” Louis called before I turned. “Didn't see you there,” H

EarisThe thought of why he needed to touch me right now plagued my mind even more. But I let him come closer, I needed to see just how much he needed me. His breath heaved over my face, hot and demanding like he was trying to savor my scent. His silence was more excruciating than the heat radiating between my thighs. I felt his desperate need pulsing through my veins, evident in his mark. This was my chance to play it right. He needs to think I want this. I stood on my toes to get to his height, then I pressed my lips on his. He didn't wait to think why I could even do this after he just ruined my life. Instead, he leaned into me even more, caressing my lips as he pulled me even closer. He kissed me softly, savouring every moment my lips were in his mouth in a back and forth motion.My eyes shut as my body moved with his rhythm. His hand moved from my hair to my throat, choking me but not enough to clog my lungs just enough to make me want him more. He pushed me to the wall, all

MagnusI didn't know why she was calling me, but I moved. The drive from Akira's nightclub to Greymist College was excruciating. She knew more than just how to make me feel things. I was so horny I almost touched myself while driving. When I pulled into the driveway, I ran to her dorm aching for her touch. When I pushed the door open, I was stunned by the view in front of me. She sat on her bed, legs crossed, wearing a red lingerie that clung to her every curve. A low possessive growl escaped my lips. My pulse hammered with pleasure. Again, I could clearly see she was up to something, but I was too obsessed with her dangerous game to ponder the thought. “You came, just like I called,” she grinned, smirking low. Blood rushed through me fast. The pattern on my sleeve pulsed so hard it sizzled like she was branding me just like I branded her. Clever girl.Every pulse in me urged me to go to her, flip her on her back, and fuck her like today was our last day on earth. But I liked i

Earis I don’t know why wealth still surprises me, but my jaw dropped at his mansion—three sprawling stories of modern luxury draped in timeless, old-school charm.It was located somewhere in Westridge. The same city as my home and the hunters’ council hall. He lived under the hunter's nose and no one sensed a thing. All my senses flared like the mark warned me of countless supernatural beings in his mansion. “You don't live alone?” I asked, ripping the package off the new phone he got me as he drove in. “Are you desperate to be alone with me so soon?” He asked, trying to mask his rage towards my actions earlier. I chuckled lightly. Horny bastard. One thing kept pestering me. Earlier, I heard him make a call to someone. He said the job was done and she could come home. A sister I think. The car pulled into a more secluded wing of the mansion. It seemed private and untouched, my new cage. A beautiful waterfall stood near the entrance, heightening the aesthetics. My eyes scanned e

Earis. I almost did. I almost said his name. But I forced my hands on my mouth, keeping them shut. I wouldn't give him that pleasure. That was my mistake. Instead of making him angry and pulling away, he took it as a challenge. He first slipped a finger into my core. My pulse thundered like lightning. He didn't stop, his tongue moved on the surface of my nipples gliding on them. Every cell of my body was on fire. I wanted more. I craved it more than the air in my lungs. Then he slid another. My hands moved to his neck as I moaned. His fingers moved in a back and forth motion, upwards not failing to slide over my clit each time. “Say my name,” he whispered again as his fingers moved faster. I whimpered and quivered, clawing at him as I screamed. But I refused to give him that pleasure. My muscles tensed and I felt the orgasm building heavily inside me. “Almost there…” I murmured before I even realized. My head tilted backwards and my eyes rolled to the back of my head. I could