I Bought A Male Escort, Turns Out He's The Lycan King novel Chapter 72

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**Leaves Falling Like Promises**
**By Amara Grant**
**Chapter 72**

**ΚΑΤ**

I couldn’t shake the unsettling thought of Mr. Rivers. With an estate this expansive, it was entirely possible that there were secrets lurking in the shadows—perhaps even bodies buried beneath the meticulously manicured grounds. And here I was, placing my trust in a man who seemed to thrive on mystery and darkness.

He had left me alone in this opulent suite, a space far grander than my own quarters back at the castle, and then vanished without a trace. I had locked the door securely, convinced that he would either knock insistently or burst in, dragging me to his lair of indulgence. Yet, despite my trepidation, the allure of the lavish four-poster bed had been too strong to resist. Surrounded by silk drapes and adorned with exquisite artwork, I had surrendered to slumber, lulled by the comfort of the room.

But then, in the stillness of the night, something startled me awake. The silk sheet slipped from my body as I bolted upright, my gaze fixed on the closed door of the ensuite bathroom. The sound of running water echoed through the silence. My heart raced, pounding against my ribcage. Someone was definitely there. My instincts about Mr. Rivers had been justified.

Just as I contemplated slipping off the bed to investigate, the door swung open. A cloud of steam billowed into the room, and a figure emerged, framed by the soft glow of the light behind him. He was broad-shouldered, with a tapered waist, and the contours of his muscular frame were stark against the illumination. I froze, my breath hitching in my throat. I recognized that silhouette all too well.

Hunter.

He had found me.

Instead of the fear I had anticipated, an intoxicating heat washed over me, igniting every nerve ending in my body. The chill of uncertainty dissipated, replaced by a longing I could no longer deny. The numbness that had enveloped me since leaving Mal’s cabin began to fade, leaving only a raw, pulsing desire in its wake.

“You left me, Kitty.”

His voice was a low rumble that enveloped me like a warm embrace. It was a sound that hurt and healed simultaneously, awakening something deep within me. I had tried to dismiss the signs—the way my body responded to him, the magnetic pull I felt, the lingering bite on my neck. Being with him had irrevocably altered me.

But in that moment, as I finally felt the air fill my lungs, I couldn’t care less about the changes. The knot that had tightened in my chest was loosening.

“You left me, and I can’t… I can’t fucking breathe.”

His voice cracked, raw and vulnerable, and I felt that pain resonate within me. My chest ached in sympathy, and something wild stirred beneath my skin—my wolf, awakening to the intensity of the moment.

“Hunter… How did you find me?” I whispered, my voice barely escaping my lips.

He stepped further into the room, the light revealing more of his features, sharpening my focus on him. The unmistakable bulge at the front of his pants was impossible to overlook, and the scent of him—sandalwood mingled with orange blossoms—filled the air. I inhaled deeply, allowing his essence to saturate my senses, feeling as if he were becoming a part of me.

“I don’t know,” Hunter admitted after a brief pause, his brow furrowing with concern. “I’ve been searching for you all night. Let me hold you, Kitty.”

Logic dictated that I should flee, but my body betrayed me, already moving toward him as if drawn by an invisible force. I was still fully clothed, having kept my attire on out of distrust for Mr. Rivers, but in that moment, the fabric felt like a suffocating barrier. I yearned for the warmth of my bare skin against his, for his lips to meet mine, and for his hands to explore every inch of me.

Hunter closed the distance between us, and our mouths collided with a ferocity that took my breath away. There was nothing tender about the way he consumed me; it was a desperate, primal need. Our tongues danced in a fierce battle, and his arms encircled me, lifting me effortlessly as I wrapped my legs around him. As I pressed against the bulge in his pants, my mind spiraled into blissful chaos. Every fiber of my being ignited with desire.

He laid me back on the bed, his lips never leaving mine as his hands roamed over my body, reigniting the fire within me. I had missed the way he made me feel alive, how every touch elicited a response from my very core, arching into him as if to draw him closer.