Bought by the Beast King (Katerina and hunter) novel Chapter 136

Chapter 136

Chapter 136

HUNTER

Her reaction completely floored me.

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I should have thought about what happened the last time I killed someone in front of her. And I shouldn’t have spoken to her like that. Her wolf had been right there, and when she flared at me, my rage drained instantly, leaving something worse in its place. Something I’d rarely felt in my life.

Fear.

I was fucking terrified that she would walk out that door.

My beast whimpered and withdrew when her eyes turned violet, abandoning me to face her alone. I felt exposed. Unprotected.

Yet still my hand was at her throat, pinning her to the wall right there on the stairwell, where anyone could see us. The vow I’d made to be gentle, to be better, vanished under the weight of the need pouring through the bond. The scent of her arousal had already twisted my insides, and that flash in her violet eyes pulled me in further.

She wasn’t afraid.

“Tell me, Miss Munroe,” I said, my voice already heavy with need as I dragged my nose along her neck, breathing her in. “What do you need from me?”

Kitty pulled me closer until there was no space between us, and that warmth cracked my chest again. This was the Kitty who’d gone on her knees for me and swallowed me whole. The Kitty who was mine, chosen by me, with a fate I’d forged myself.

The Kitty who was becoming my true equal.

My cock hardened against her, and I groaned. My world narrowed to just her again, and everything else ceased to exist.

“Take me right here, Hunter,” Kitty whispered.

There was a slight ripple in the air, just an edge to her tone, that washed over me. Goosebumps formed over my skin.

A command.

It was soft and untrained, brushing my senses so gently that I doubted she was aware she’d done it. I could have resisted it, but I didn’t want to.

I chose to obey.

My hand trailed up her leg, dragging the hem of her dress up with it until I stopped at the delicate panties I’d chosen for her. It dipped between the fabric and her skin until my fingers slipped inside her. She was drenched. Soaked for me. A low, drawn-out mewl tore from her throat as her muscles clamped on me. My cock hardened more, throbbing even through it was restricted, and my hand tightened around her throat.

I didn’t want to let go of her neck or stop sliding my fingers in and out of her. I didn’t want to stop circling her sensitive spot with my thumb. The loss of contact, even for a second, would kill me.

As if she knew my desires, both her hands came up to my trousers and undid the button and zip. And then she shoved my trousers and boxers down a few inches and released me, pressing me against her stomach. The relief was brief until she wrapped her fingers around me and pumped slowly.

“Fuck, Miss Munroe,” I said with a groan. She was going to kill me. Fire ignited in my veins as I thickened in her hands. I

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pressed into her hands and increased the tempo with my fingers. It wasn’t enough. My relief would only come when I buried myself inside her.

Her hands went from my cock and tightened over mine at her throat. Her eyes were no longer flickering; they were burning violet. The bond flooded with pure ecstasy. This Kitty didn’t want gentleness. She wanted risk. That edge.

She wanted me, unrestrained.

Kitty hitched her leg on my waist, opening herself to me. I couldn’t take it anymore. With my hand still around her throat, I slid my fingers out of her and ripped her flimsy panties off. Her cheek fit perfectly in my large palm when I gripped it and slid her up the wall.

And that first thrust almost took me out.

My knees shook, the strain of holding back when she felt so tight and wet on me unbearable almost instantly. Her muscles gripped and released me as I moved.

“Yes, Hunter,” she moaned.

Her throaty voice echoed around me. Her scent, already seared inside me, still wrapped around me like a comfortable, secure blanket. No, not comfortable. There was nothing comfortable in the storm she raised inside me. It demanded everything from her. Her moans, her submission. Her soul.

My movements were jerky, but they hit the mark every time. Her moans got louder. Breathy. And still she kept her hands over mine, increasing the pressure even as she rolled her head back and arched into me.

Wave after wave of the purest emotions rolled into me through the bond, echoing my own. Not just lust. The warmth. Love? The same emotions she’d reflected back to me since the day her brother came. I felt it all, and it took me to that place in my head where nothing else mattered.

“Harder, Hunter!”

I obliged. There, against the wall, with her legs around my waist and my pants only half down, I pushed deeper. Harder. Faster. My cock thickened again, and my knot began to swell. Movement became almost impossible in the tight space. But she still took all of me. Because, no matter what anyone said about true mates, she was the one meant for me.

I didn’t care where we were; I only cared that my mate wanted this. She wanted me.

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