Bought by the Beast King (Katerina and hunter) novel Chapter 7

**Leaves Falling Like Promises**
**By Amara Grant**
**Chapter 7**

**HUNTER**

The girl moved through my hotel room with an effortless sway of her hips, her leather shorts clinging to her like a second skin, teasing me with every step. Her delicate fingers brushed against the furniture, a casual touch that felt deliberate, as if she were assessing the room for her own gain. I couldn’t shake the feeling that she was calculating how much she could extract from me.

“Buy me?” The thought was almost laughable. It was a first for me. Normally, I found women playing the damsel in distress, waiting for me to swoop in and rescue them. But this one? She was a complete contradiction. There was a danger in her demeanor, a wildness that made my instincts flare. Those shorts and boots weren’t just fashion choices; they were weapons, crafted to ensnare a man and leave him in ruins. What kind of game was she playing?

“Are you going to dance around me all night?” I challenged, my voice low, trying to keep my composure.

She turned, a smile breaking across her face that sent my heart racing.

Damn. I hadn’t experienced anything like this in years.

“I’m paying you. Shouldn’t you take the lead?” she replied, sinking onto the two-seater couch with an air of authority, crossing her legs as if she owned the place.

What a bold little creature. And reckless. Didn’t her parents teach her not to wander off with strangers? If she were a wolf, she’d be the exact type the monster hunted.

“That depends on how much you’re willing to pay me,” I said, stepping closer, intrigued by her audacity. “I aim to please.”

“Name your price. I’m feeling very generous,” she said, her confidence radiating from her.

With a swift motion, she shrugged off her jacket, revealing a top that barely concealed anything at all. My gaze dropped involuntarily to her chest, where she left little to the imagination. My mind wandered to the tantalizing thought of my face buried between those generous curves.

“Hundred,” I blurted out, not even hesitating.

What the hell? I could take a night off and scratch this itch. She wouldn’t be able to play her games with me—I knew better than to underestimate my own resolve.

“Done,” she grinned, and I could see the mischief dancing in her eyes.

How many times had she done this? That sly glint suggested she was no novice, despite her youthful appearance.

Still, I pulled my shirt over my head, tossing it aside without a second thought.

When I met her gaze again, the playful grin had vanished. Her eyes were locked onto my chest, her mouth slightly parted in a way that revealed raw, unfiltered hunger. It was all-consuming, and it ignited something primal within me.

“Like what you see?” I asked, my voice dropping an octave, emboldened by her desire.

She cleared her throat, the sound thick with anticipation. “Of course. But I’d much rather you stop wasting time and do what I’m paying you to do.”

A smirk danced on my lips. It had been ages since anyone—human or otherwise—thought they could command me. But I was curious. How far was she willing to push?

My fingers found the zipper of my jeans, and her eyes followed, glued to the movement as if drawn by an invisible force. The air was thick with her arousal, and I could hear the rapid beat of her heart since we left the club.

When was the last time anyone wanted me this badly?

My beast stirred within me, a low growl rumbling in my chest, fixating on the petite woman before me. The last time he had shown interest was at that masquerade ball, but perhaps he preferred women of her stature. She was similar in height, yet everything else was different. The scent of cheap perfume wafted through the air, and her emerald eyes were a stark contrast to the haunting blue ones that had plagued my thoughts for years.

As I kicked my jeans off, I could have sworn I saw her drooling. Her desire washed over me like a tidal wave, intoxicating and overwhelming. My cock stirred, straining against my boxers, as if I had never encountered a woman before.

“What’s your name?” My voice cracked slightly, betraying the effect she had on me. If I didn’t know better, I would have thought she had cast some kind of spell.

She hesitated for a moment, then whispered, “Call me Kitty.”

“Then come here, Kitty.”

With a fluid motion that belied her youth, she rose and stepped closer, her movements graceful and assured.

“Take off your clothes.”

There was no hesitation. Kitty whipped her top over her head, revealing her bare breasts, and confidence suited her perfectly. My cock twitched in response, and I swallowed hard. All thoughts of her intentions vanished as she met my gaze with unwavering boldness, showing no sign of fear or intimidation.

Not a single submissive bone in her body.

Just the way I liked it.

She unzipped her boots, kicking them off while maintaining eye contact. Then, with deliberate slowness, she unbuttoned her shorts and let them slide down her legs, leaving only a pair of black lace thongs.

Goddamn.

The beast within me growled in approval.

What was she doing to me?

As if drawn by an unseen force, I dropped to my knees, my hands trembling slightly as they ran up her thighs, the heat radiating from her body beckoning me closer.

“What now?” she asked, her voice breathy and laced with anticipation.

“Anything you command, Kitty,” I growled, sliding her panties down slowly. “But first, let me earn my keep.”

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