Page 22 of The Hunter's Mate

I meet her gaze.

“No,” I say. “I am not.”

Fawn wades across the pool to me and straddles my legs. I dare to put my hands on her hips…and she doesn’t deny me.

She will sway me to her cause so simply.

With the kiss of her sweet cunt, I’m helpless to hold out for the Hunt.

“Tell me we’ll help humanity and I’m yours,” she says.

I flick my tongue over the fang marks on her neck. “You’re already mine.”

Her hand moves and I still.

Her hunting knife is at my throat.

“Tell me we’ll help,” she hisses.

I gaze into her eyes and I fall even more in love. She is mighty indeed—the huntress, protector of humanity, out to slay all her enemies. And I know that, even though I have known her for only a short while, I will never, ever give her up.

“Yes,” I tell her. “We will hunt the Hyperboreans together.”

She tosses her knife away, stares at me for a moment.

Then she ducks to the soft, exposed skin at the hinge of my jaw, and she bites me.

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Fawn

My teeth are too blunt to do much, but I’m instantly aroused. I roll my hips as I feel Nyrik’s cocks emerge from their slit, the tapered one at my pussy, the bulb of spines at my ass.

I want him fucking me in every way possible.

And I’m so, so ready—for the pain, for the pleasure, to give myself to him completely.

“I want you in my pussy and my ass,” I say. “But like human’s fuck. Like this.”

My hand drifts between us and he thrusts his hips as I take hold of his tapered cock. My pussy clenches at the sensation of him against me, and we both sigh as I sink onto him easily, remembering his girth from fucking just a couple hours ago in the bayou…

…but I’m not done.

I stroke the shaft of his other cock and shift to accommodate him, then I push the spines against my hole. Just as they did before, it’s like they inject just a bit of aphrodisiac into my skin, making my flesh spark with pleasure.

I open up for him instantly.

Nyrik rumbles and groans.

“And…oh my…fuck.”

I curse as I sink down onto both his cocks, riding him, filling myself with him. Nyrik pulls me toward him and buries his face in my breasts, his long tongue wrapping completely around my right nipple as his claws toy with the other.

I clench at the fullness of him, tilting my head back, every inch of me on fire.

“Fuck me, Nyrik,” I breathe. “Mate.”

He growls and starts to move me on top of him, claws jabbing into the flesh of my hips. Water sloshes around us and out of the pool at our pace, and my cries echo around the ship.