I Bought A Male Escort, Turns Out He's The Lycan King novel Chapter 29

Chapter 29

HUNTER

I shouldn’t have been surprised. Kitty had been bold the night she first walked into that club and stared me down. I’d watched her master that bike like she was born on it. Watched her fists drive a man to the mat, his blood spluttering across her chest.

And fuck if that didn’t make me hard.

That bastard hadn’t used violence against her to control me that night when she’d come home bloody. She was the violent one. When she said she could handle herself, I should have believed her.

Was this her business with Rivers?

Still, I’d be cautious. There were still other things that didn’t add up. But why the fear? Even from across the street, I could smell it clinging to her as she parked her bike and crossed towards our apartment. It was so thick in the air that my instincts to protect her surged. But that was on me. I’d been careless when I followed her. I’d make it better.

It felt like years since I’d touched her.

Her eyes widened when I entered the bedroom, but the fire was instant, as if there was a switch in her body that only I could press. Her fear burned away under that heat, and the scent of her arousal bloomed, saturating the air.

And just like that, every problem disappeared again. The killer. Lordswood. Nathan. The things Kitty was keeping close to her chest. All gone.

“Right now?” she asked, her breath catching.

I let a slow grin pull at my mouth. “I’ve been here a whole week and only earned a hundred. I’ll starve at this

rate.”

Her cheeks flushed. That little show of modesty surprised me, considering how bold she’d been when she’d slapped that first bill against my chest.

“Are you going to let me serve you, Miss Munroe?”

She didn’t move. She lay across the bed, looking up at me, and the neckline of her oversized T-shirt slid low enough for me to see everything I wanted. The tease almost undid me.

“Um… yes,” she breathed at last.

I stripped quickly. Her gaze followed every movement, her eyes darting across every inch of skin that I exposed. My beast swelled, preening under the heat of her eyes. By the time I stood naked before her, cock harder than anything, the air was thick with her need.

Goddess, I loved the way she wanted me.

“Are you wearing anything else under that T-shirt?”

My voice had that edge to it as it always did when she got me worked up. My beast was ready to play.

“No,” she whispered.

My cock twitched. A growl tore from me as I circled the bed and caught her ankle, dragging her towards me. She came willingly. Her T-shirt bunched underneath her to reveal nothing but bare, soft skin. A sound between a groan and a moan escaped from the back of my throat.

“Open wide, Kitty Kat.”

Her thighs parted as if she were following a direct command. And she was drenched. Dripping for me. My beast purred.

“Good girl,” I whispered.

The flush of heat that spread down her neck told me she liked it. She liked giving orders, but her body still followed mine as if she were meant for it.

I knelt between her legs and slid my hands under her before lifting her up to my face. She still tasted exquisite. Like she was something I would never tire of.

Like she was mine. Claimed.

I pushed Nathan’s words out of my head for the millionth time, and my eyes fluttered closed. My lips seal around her, and I let my tongue play. Kitty arched, mewling in the back of her throat, making me harder. Her fingers raked through my hair, but I didn’t ease the pressure. I kept it going nice and steady until she began to thrash her head side to side. Until she chanted my name.

“Hunter… Hunter.”

When she broke apart, I was prepared for her. She came all over my tongue and my face, trembling, her thighs clamping the sides of my head. And only when she started to relax did I rise and haul her ass onto my knees to line myself. I buried myself deep while her muscles still spasmed and her body moulded around me, accepting all of me.

She was going to wreck me. My beast howled inside me, desperate to make his claim. But even with the lusty haze clouding my senses, I couldn’t. She was fragile. My knot would rip her apart. And even if she could survive being claimed by my beast, I couldn’t do it until she trusted me enough to tell me what she was hiding.

Without moving, my whole body tensed. And then I broke, pulsing inside her, coating the walls that still gripped me. This had been the gentlest I’d ever been with her, yet I still came hard, shooting endlessly inside her while I held her pressed flush against me.

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