Bought by the Beast King (Katerina and hunter) novel Chapter 125

Chapter 125

KAT

I didn’t know what took over me at first.

It wasn’t madness. It wasn’t weakness.

wide open.

She It was my omega wolf, more alert and responsive than I’d ever seen her, rising to the challenge with her eyes didn’t mistake this for innocence or romance. She knew exactly what this was-a shift in power, an invitation. A test. And she answered it without hesitation, flooding me with heat and hunger until my body responded before my thoughts could catch

And then there was me.

Me, staring at the mouthwatering proof of everything I’d wanted. Curiosity burned through me, not just this burning need. I wanted to know how much I could take. How far I could go. What he would taste like. Whether the reality would live up to all the fantasies I’d had about it from the time in our-my-apartment.

The moment I touched him, my world narrowed to just him. I was desperate to suck him off.

The image of his beast dissolved from my mind until my anxiety eased, as if reality had been completely erased from my mind. My guilt about Mother and Nathan didn’t disappear; it just dulled, pushed aside as something stronger took over me. Just like the night he brought me here.

The first taste was nothing like I imagined. I never imagined I’d ever describe a man’s penis as delicious. I struggled to open my mouth wide enough, but when his pre-cum hit the back of my throat, something snapped into place, and heat roared through my veins. I moaned around him without thinking, my body reacting faster than my mind.

“Fuck, Miss Munroe,” Hunter muttered, his whole body tensing and his hands gripping the chair hard enough to splinter the wood.

That name did something to me. He called me Miss Munroe when he gave me control. Kitty, when he took it. Katerina, when he was angry. The realisation lit a fire inside me.

“You’re killing me,” he said, his voice rough and strained.

I didn’t need to ask if he liked it; I felt it in our bond. His pleasure bled into mine until everything blended together, until I couldn’t tell who was getting the most pleasure.

Was this the magic of the bond? This merging of mind, body, and soul? This dangerous, sacred overlap where need, power, and trust tangled together?

I wanted to take care of him. Not because I had to, but because I wanted to. His wants, his needs, his pleasure. All of him. It didn’t feel like the burden I’d always thought it would be.

I pushed myself further, adjusting as I took more, and felt a wave of disappointment that it wasn’t far enough. But still, the response it drew from him sent pleasure spiralling through me so sharp my thighs clenched. I was already soaked, already shaking.

When I looked up at him, his eyes burned red, and his whole body trembled. He was barely holding on. Power surged through me when I realised it. How was I the one kneeling, yet the one in control?

With my mouth still sealed around him, I rolled my tongue slowly around the tip. His reaction was immediate. A sharp inhale, a broken, strangled sound as his head fell back, and his hips moving upwards, sliding his cock even further. He caught himself quickly.

“Sorry,” he rasped, pulling back from me. I understood then that he was holding back.

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And that made me want more.

Something inside me wanted to see how far he would go if he stopped restraining himself. I wanted him to wreck me, to not be gentle. Was I into this now? The image of Nathan’s playroom flickered through my thoughts, and heat flooded me again. What would it be like if Hunter tied me down on one of those tables?

My body trembled as I adjusted again, finding a rhythm, learning what he liked. He’d been telling the truth; he liked everything. Slick slid down my thighs, and Hunter’s growl vibrated through me. His hand tightened in my hair, and the slight sting had me moaning around his cock again.

Hunter must have known what I really wanted because he cased me down, but I still sensed the strain on his control. And I wanted him to just lose it and fuck my mouth.

I did like it. Shit, I liked it a lot.

I came without being touched. That alone shocked me..

Hunter pulled out and pulled me up with him. Dishes crashed to the floor, but my attention never left him. I wanted more. I wanted him back in my mouth.

He moved me easily, laying me on my back across the table, adjusting my head over the edge. I didn’t have to ask what he was doing. My mouth opened eagerly and willingly before he’d even guided his cock to my lips. He eased in slowly, but his body shook even more.

In this position, I could take more of him. I moaned as he hit the back of my throat.

‘Can you take me, Miss Munroe?’

Even in the mindlink, his voice was raw and cracked.

‘Yes.’

The stretch burned. The loss of air panicked me for a heartbeat, and then turned intoxicating. Everything else faded when he pushed further down my throat. When he withdrew, I gasped for breath and coughed, and sensed his guilt ripple through the bond. I wrapped my arms around his thick thighs, anchoring him in place.

“Don’t stop,” I pleaded.

Hunter eased back into my mouth without me asking again, going further than the first time. His hand gently trailed down my exposed throat, and I realised just how deep he’d gone. Need, lust, something powerful wracked my body, arching my back with the force of it as I swallowed over and over again, working my throat muscles on him.

His emotions were like an aphrodisiac, turning me inside out until my mind shattered and I came again. Wave after wave, even as I became lightheaded. Even as Hunter finally lost his composure and increased his pace.

It was only as the knot at the base of his cock started to swell that he pulled free, finally allowing me to breathe. He turned me around, positioning me quickly with my legs on his shoulders, and pulled me right onto his cock.

And that stole my breath all over again.

With his hands gripping my waist, Hunter pushed himself fully into me, locking me in place. He took me to a place in my head that was familiar, yet new to me, because my wolf was not in control. This was all me. I wasn’t in heat, but that pleasure, so intense it bordered on pain, split me in half. He spilt into me with a groan, pressing even deeper.

“How do you do this to me?” he whispered.

For a moment, there was nothing else. I lost myself in him, in the addictive pleasure ebbing through me. My soul melded. with Hunter’s, and I felt whole. Our little world was untainted.

And then reality came crashing back.

His eyes cleared, and unease flickered through the bond. And with it, my fear returned.

What had I done? How was I here again, with a dangerous Lycan’s knot locked inside me, when I already knew I couldn’t stay with him? Why did it feel right?

I had to end this. Before I broke my own heart. Before my desire created consequences neither of us could handle.