of her. Last night was perfect. I feel like I have waited all my life to be with my mate. I told myself it wouldn’t possibly be as good as everyone makes it out to be. I was wrong. It was better. How could I ever go back to being alone now? To being without her? No wonder that after I saw her, I was unable to even look at another, never mind touch them.
It’s her, and always has been her.
My hunter.
My prey.
My amore.
I can still feel the agony of her nails in my back and the bliss of her cunt around my dick. Still taste her sweetness and blood on my lips. How can one person be so incredibly perfect? She could survive everything I had to throw at her. She barely fucking blinked as she dared me to go harder. Do more. I can’t let her go, not now, not ever.
Remi is mine. She can try to kill me or betray me, but she isn’t getting away. I tighten my arms, and she sighs and snuggles closer, making me smirk as I look down at her. Her eyes flash open, and in an instant, I’m on my back with a knife at my throat. I’m not even sure where she pulled it from. She’s still naked, so I reach out and tweak her nipple as she glares down at me. “Planning to use that?” I ask, nodding at the knife as I run my tongue across my teeth. “Please fucking do.”
“What time is it?” she mutters, blinking as she watches me. Disappointingly, she swings off of me, and I grab her throat before she can get far. I dig my thumbs into the sides of her neck as I hold her still and press her to her back, sweeping her hair off her shoulder as I kiss along it and up to her ear.
“Not so fast, amore,” I murmur. She shivers, even as I feel her gearing up for a fight. Chuckling, I kiss her cheek before turning her and pecking her lips. “Get dressed. It’s morning, and we need to go back to the city. I need to speak to some informants.”
She nods mutely and pulls away from my touch, seeming almost sad. I watch her get dressed in some clothes she pulls from the trunk before I slip out of the car. I stretch in the fresh air, then turn to grab my clothes. I find her observing me with dark, hungry eyes, so I press my hands to the top of the door and lean in. “Like what you see, amore? Want a different wake-up call? Say, my tongue in your cunt?”
Her eyes narrow, and she turns away. “We need to get to work,” she snaps almost coldly, making me laugh. That’s fine, she can try and push me away all she wants. She won’t get rid of me that easily. I grab my jeans, tug them on, and button them before putting on my boots and shirt. She climbs into the driver’s seat and is waiting for me as I get into the passenger seat.
“Back we go,” she mutters. “Hope you’re ready to kill some hunters.”
“They may have forgotten about us.” I shrug.
They have not.
Three are waiting at the city limits. I don’t even get out of the car. I just sit back and watch with a smirk as my girl stalks towards them, killing them. Without a pause, she pulls her knives free, tosses the bodies to the side, and gets back into the car without a word, revving the engine.
“I’m so fucking hard for you,” I growl, and she laughs as she speeds up.
“Men,” she scoffs.
I give her directions to the area we need to go to, and she parks in a multistorey and gets out, slipping more knives onto her person from the trunk before offering me some. I shake my head and lead her to the area where we can find the informants, but once we reach the street, I can tell something is wrong.
It’s silent, way too fucking silent.
What’s happening?
We share a look, and she palms a knife, hiding the edge under her jacket. I move away a bit to give us room to fight if need be. Is this from the council? Have the hunters cleared the area, tracking and waiting for us…or is this something more? The atmosphere feels different, sparking with electricity and magic, and not the good kind.
The dark kind my parents were filled with.
“Something’s