Page 30 of A Seduction Of Death (Umbra Hunters #4)

THIRTY

Meyer

S now crunches beneath my boots as I race between the big pine trees, weaving around the branches and gasping for air as my heart thunders in my ears. Nerves flood me as I dart to the right, trying to run in a zigzag motion to keep him off my trail. I almost laugh at that thought, knowing I honestly have no chance of getting away from Razar—not that I want to.

But this is what I wanted. For Razar to finally release that tight control over his emotions and let me in. The last couple of weeks have been utterly different between us. Sure, we still argue and fight over the stupid stuff, but there’s something new there, something different that makes me blush and grin like a damn schoolgirl whenever I think about him. I don't want to think about what that says about me as a person, blushing over a Demon Prince who specializes in killing and enjoys it. But honestly, I don’t care.

Razar’s mine, just as much as the other three, and I’m done with waiting around to see if he wants me. These past weeks have proven how fast life can change, and I don’t want to live with regrets. So, I’m choosing to embrace the changes and roll with the punches—live life how I want and with who I want. Nothing, not Jesthren, Inanis, or any other monster, will take that from me.

Jumping over a fallen branch, I skid to a stop and hold my breath. It's been over a minute, way longer than the forty-three seconds Razar had given me, and I know he wouldn’t give me a second more. Unlike the other three guys, Raz doesn't coddle me. He likes things fair and chooses to teach me with consequences rather than rewards.

If I can just pinpoint what direction he’s going in, maybe I can keep this chase up a little longer. There is a need deep inside me to prove I’m better than he thinks I am, that I can do this and keep away from him for at least a little while. Ever since I saw those disapproving eyes on me that first day in the training arena, I’ve wanted to do more and be the best I can be despite my constant failures. I could see the disgust and annoyance in his gaze whenever it fell on me, something that had been missing since the night I drove my Kalis into his chest when I discovered their true identities.

Now, when I look into his eyes, there is something else there. Something softer, or as soft as Raz can get. And maybe a hint of mild annoyance. Okay, a lot of annoyance, but I wouldn't change that. It's a part of who we are and the relationship we have built together. The snap of a branch to my right damn near has me jumping out of my shoes, and I take off in the opposite direction, running faster and faster, trying to put as much distance between us as I’m able.

“Jesus Christ, why can’t I run without my lungs trying to explode?” I pant as I leap over another fallen tree and smile, proud of myself for not wiping out. Huh, maybe I am getting a little better at this running thing. Something moves to the left, the shadow in my peripheral making me gasp, and I swerve around a tree, cutting east. My feet kick up the snow around me, and I grit my teeth, trying to keep my pace fast but knowing I’m running out of energy. When I can’t run any longer, I slip behind a large pine tree and brace my back against the rough bark.

I strain to hear anything, any clue, sound, or sign of where Razar is, but there is nothing. And I don't know if that's better or worse than knowing where he is. A cold wash of excitement runs down my spine, similar to when I feel the Beastia near, but slightly different. I know he’s here, that he’s found me already.

Shit, why did I think this was a good idea?

I should’ve let him take me back to my room, and then I could have had some control in this situation. I’m not going to lie; this exciting chase makes me grin from ear to ear. But knowing that Raz is hunting me, his Beast is helping him stalk me through the trees… I shiver at the thought, my nipples hardening against the material of my bra as I bite my lip, trying to keep in the small groan as my thighs squeeze together, searching for friction.

Fuck, yeah okay. This whole hunt is hot and exciting on a whole different level.

Blood whooshes in my ears as I lean around the tree trunk, trying to see him, but the forest is empty and deadly silent; not even the slight creak of the branches above or the chirp of a bird can be heard. After a long minute of nothing happening, I frown and shake my head. Maybe he hasn’t found me yet? Shit, am I just wasting time, letting him get closer? I peek around the trunk again, and when I see nothing, I take a step back, then another, before I collide with something hard and warm. Fuck.

My eyes slam shut as big hands grip my hips tight enough to bruise, and a low chuckle breaks through the air, making the hairs on my arms stand on end.

“Pup,” he whispers, leaning down and running the tip of his nose up the column of my throat, inhaling deeply, then releasing a low groan as his fingers flex on my hip bones. “You weren’t actually trying to hide behind a tree, were you?” he asks, and I scowl, eyes popping open.

“Of course not,” I lie, trying to pull free, but he’s got me tight. I yank hard, my momentum taking me to the ground, but there is no escaping him. As I try to scramble to my feet, he’s there, behind me, his hands on my hips, pressing me forward until my hands collapse and my chest falls into the snow. I kick out, desperate to get the upper hand, and he hums in approval as my strike lands, hitting him hard in the thigh. When it does nothing but make him more excited, I curse and twist, rolling out of his grip.

I stare up at him, lying on my back, my chest heaving as he leans back on his knees, cloak still on, hood down, black hair everywhere. I wet my lips as I slowly look down, taking in his bare chest and chiseled abs. Raz is smaller than Nox, not as big or broad, but he’s more defined, looking as if some artist carved him from stone. I continue my perusal, finding the deep ‘V’ shape that trails to trimmed dark hair and his enormous and extremely hard cock.

Shit. I swallow hard as my eyes instantly bounce back to his. I forgot how damn big he is, which is somewhat crazy considering it looks more like a weapon, all red and angry, than a cock.

Razar releases another low chuckle, his eyes on me as he tilts his head to the side. “That’s what scares you, Pup? Not the Demon hunting you through the forest set on fucking you until you can’t walk? Not the danger you’ve willingly put yourself in agreeing to let my Beast come out and play. But my cock?”

“I’m not scared.”

“You know you are an awful liar, Pup,” he says as I shove myself onto shaky legs. Fuck, I feel like my thighs are jello after all the running I just did. I shake my hands out at my sides, watching Raz as I take a step back from him, knowing that he’s still a threat even if he’s on his knees in front of me.

“I’m not scared of your cock,” I whisper and smile when he arches his brow. “I just find it… intimidating. It’s not going to fit.” Raz smirks and pushes himself to his feet with little effort, his eyes tracking my every move.

“It will,” he declares, and I roll my eyes. Yeah, he’s delusional. I have a hard time taking Lennox, and Razar looks to be at least an inch or two longer and definitely thicker.

“No.”

“Yes. And you’ll like it,” he adds, and I glare at him. Damn, he's a cocky son of a bitch when he wants to be.

“How are you so sure of that?” I ask, and take another step back, making his lips pull back from his teeth as he shakes his head in a warning. I thrill at the sight and take another step back, wondering what it will take to make him break, to release that Beast I see prowling so close to the surface.

He groans and takes a trembling step forward before cursing and stepping back. “Stop,” he nearly begs, and I laugh.

“No.” With that, I turn and run, taking all of three steps before I feel his body connect with mine as we go sprawling across the ground. Razar’s arms snap around me, keeping me close as we roll over the snow. I gasp as we slide to a stop, Razar’s hands gripping my waist and flipping me to my back until he straddles my hips, pinning me to the frozen ground below.

“Mine,” he grinds out the word, soulless eyes unblinking as I stare up at the Beast he tries so hard to keep hidden.

“Yours,” I whisper in agreement, then squeak as his hands move to my shirt, and a loud ripping sound fills the air. I gape down at my now bare breasts and then glare up at him.

“Do you know how hard it is to get bras up here?” I snap, shoving his chest when he doesn't look at me, his attention solely on my tits.

“Good. No more bras,” he demands, and I scoff, shoving him hard enough that he slides off my hips, and I manage to wiggle out from under him. “Or pants,” he growls as his hands hook into the waistband of my fighting leathers and yanks them off faster than I knew possible. My boots stop them from coming fully off, and Razar grunts in disgust as he grabs the shoes, tearing them off my feet with a curse.

“I need bras and pants. You idiot!” I snap back and then gasp as he grabs my ankle, yanking me back toward him. “Shit! That's fucking cold!” I complain as I kick back at him, my body shivering as the snow melts around my bare skin. “This was a bad idea!” Shoving to my feet, I kick my ankle out of Razar’s grip, making him glare in outrage before launching himself at me. In under a second, I’m being swung back up in the air, trapped in his shaking arms and gasping as his firm lips slam down on mine.

He walks us backward, pressing me against a tree, the bark scraping against my back and making me arch into him. “Shit, Pup. Fuck, I need more,” he groans, the sound making goosebumps race across my naked body. Reaching back, he rips the cloak from his shoulders and tosses it to the snow-covered ground before falling to his knees and placing me on the thick black fabric. I spread my legs wide as he settles himself on top of me, still kissing up and down my neck. The heat of his body on top of mine is almost too good to be true, and I rake my fingers down the broad muscles of his back.

He takes my face in his hands and kisses me hard, making me whimper softly from the emotion in his kiss. My senses are overloaded as arousal bleeds through me, tearing my heart open at the tenderness between us. Raz circles his hips against my sex, his erection rubbing me just right and making my eyes roll back. I wrap my legs around his waist, encouraging him to continue as we kiss each other breathlessly.

Razar kisses lower, then captures one pebbled nipple in between his hot, soft lips and bites down. Hard.

Oh. Dear. Fucking God !

“Razar!”

His fingers run down my side and hold onto my hips, yanking them closer to his hard cock. “Need to taste you,” he growls low in my ear and moves down my body, making my legs release him and open for his attention. He runs his finger in between my sex, spreading me open and growling in approval at how wet I am for him. His ordinarily black eyes are nearly glowing with lust, and his shoulders are quivering with barely controlled restraint. I reach down, grasp his shoulders, and arch my hips, encouraging him to keep going. I need more... more of this feeling… more of him.

Raz hooks my legs over his shoulders and leans down, pressing his lips almost reverently to my clit.

“O-oh—” I cover my mouth with my hand, the pleasure from the simple kiss catching me off guard. He doesn't give me time to sink into the softness as he groans against my sex and then licks a searing hot trail down from my clit to my entrance. I moan and slam my eyes shut as he tastes me, his tongue moving expertly against my pussy.

“Don't stop!” I beg him, my body beginning to quiver as my orgasm builds. His eyes spark with magic, as his tongue moves back to my clit, pressing and flicking the small bundle of nerves and making me whimper.

“Never,” he breathes against me and lowers his tongue and drives it into my core, tongue fucking me and making me feel things I didn’t know I could. I can feel my sex clench and shudder deep inside. He releases one of my thighs, his hand moving to grab one of mine, then guides it up until I have my fingers tangled in his black hair. Closing his hand around mine, he forms it into a fist, and I groan, moving my other hand up and weaving it into the silky strands, fisting his hair and pressing my sex into his mouth.

“Fuck, yes!” he snarls, licking and sucking me like he can’t get enough. He buries his face deeper into my pussy, devouring both clit and entrance, then presses his tongue into me, making me scream.

“Mmm, you better be quiet, Pup. Father sent out his guards to do a perimeter check. We don't want an audience. I would hate to have to explain to Father why some of his men are dead,” he growls against me, pulling back enough to look down at the slick mess he made of me.

I try to snap my thighs together, cheeks heating at the possessive look in his eyes, but Razar snarls, hands catching my legs and forcing them back open, pressing them flush with the cloak under me and spreading me wide for his perusal.

“Don’t you fucking dare try to hide from me. Not now,” he hisses, teeth sharpening as he leans down, eyes locked with mine in a challenge. “You're mine,” he rasps, hand moving to wrap around my neck. His fingers press there, not too hard, but firm enough to make sure I know he’s in charge. “Say it again,” he demands, and I shake my head.

“No. It’s the other way around. You’re mine,” I say, knowing I’m only provoking the Beast. His shoulders shake, and his body grows slightly over mine as he tries to control his anger. “You say it. Admit that you're mine and always have been,” I demand, then gasp as he flips me to my stomach and yanks my hands above my head with one of his own, pinning my wrists to the ground.

“Do you actually believe you can control me? That you can command the monster and bring him to heel?” he asks, and I nod, then gasp as his hand connects to my ass, the sting lighting up my body with acute need.

“Razar!” I moan, turning to press my cheek against the cloak under me.

“You can’t. No one can. Not even Nox. You will do well to remember that. I’m a monster Pup. A monster who could easily snap, flip a switch, and kill you rather than fuck you.” His words are harsh, and the self-loathing in them has me growling as I press my hips back to his, feeling his thick cock rub against my sex. “Never forget that.”

“I don't believe it. Maybe you should start trusting your Beast the way I do, and you wouldn’t have to fight him so much.” Razar’s hand moves from my wrists and settles on my hips, fingers spreading wide to touch as much of me as he can. He curls his big body over my back, keeping my hips raised and in place as his lips press to my ear.

“You stupid little girl. You should never trust me… him,” he rasps, sharp teeth nicking my ear as a hand moves down and grips his length, sliding the thick head of his erection through my sopping wet cunt. “It will get you killed.”

Without another warning, Razar slams his hard cock deep inside me, and I shout, my eyelids fluttering closed as my body ignites. I brace myself more firmly on my hands and knees, keeping my back arched as Razar draws back, then slams forward again, filling me so completely that I see stars.

His hips flex against me, my ass pressed firmly to his thighs, and he chuckles, pressing a kiss to the back of my neck. “I told you that you would take all of me.” Razar pulls back an inch, and I can't stop the moan of pleasure before he slams back inside me. “And that you would love it.” My throbbing pussy burns with the stretch of his thick intrusion as he ruts into me, his hands holding me where he wants so that he can take what he needs from my body.

“Say it,” he demands, and I shake my head, needing him to release that last shred of control he has. I trust him. Now, he needs to trust himself. “Say you're mine, Pup! Fucking all mine!” he roars, his hands moving from my hips to my shoulders as he pulls me up onto my knees with my back pressed against his chest. He thrusts again, and my mouth drops open in a silent sob as he strikes the delicious spot within me.

“Harder.”

“Fuck! I can’t, I don't… shit!” he snarls against my neck, teeth skimming the sensitive skin there as he bucks into me, my body jerking with every hard thrust. I arch my back, resting my head on his firm chest, then clench down on him, tearing a whimpered curse from his lips as his pace falters, his body jerking like it’s sustained a physical blow. “So damn hot and tight! Dammit. Tell me you’re okay,” he growls, hand yanking my hair to the side so he can see my face. I gape up at him, trying to find the words to reassure the panicked look in his wild eyes, but only manage a nod.

Razar snarls, shoving me back down and wrapping his hands around my hips as I clench a second time. “More!” I beg, and I feel his body tighten, his hands moving from my hips to my waist as he picks me up. His large hands dig into my flesh, making me whimper as sharp pricks of pain pierce my belly, and I look down, finding Razar’s hands double their normal size with black talons curling around me. I shiver in excitement as he lifts me off his swelling cock, then brings me down harder than ever on him.

“Oh!” My breath wheezes from my lungs at the deep, pleasured pain that burns in my core, his cock so fucking big and deep I don't think I’ll ever recover from it. I moan with every push and pull of Razar's dick, my body shaking as I take every thrust from my now rutting, feral Demon as my release builds and builds.

“Oh, God!”

“Fuuuuck!” Razar bellows as he slams me on his cock, thrusting in and out of me, his hold tight on my body, proving to me who is in charge at this very moment. The muscles of his chest flex while he clings to me.

Needing to ground myself to him, I wrap my hands around his, marveling at how small they look next to his partially shifted ones. “Pup… fuck. Come, come now!” he commands, then sinks his sharper-than-normal teeth into my shoulder, making me scream. It’s not enough to break the skin, which sets my teeth on edge, waking something dark inside me.

“Bite,” I demand, and he growls, teeth pressed to my shoulder, holding me in place, hips rolling against mine in a sinful, dangerous dance. “Please, Razar,” I beg, no longer caring that I sound desperate.

“Are you sure?” he grinds out, and I nod just as he strikes, sinking his sharp teeth into my flesh and setting my body on fucking fire. The mixture of pain and acute pleasure is enough to throw me over the edge, my release coming wave after wave, making my vision go black. I claw at Razar’s arms and scream, the sound so primal from my lips that he tenses and pulls his teeth from my flesh as he roars, fucking me harder. My breath hitches as Razar falls forward, keeping a thick arm banded around my waist as he loses himself in me, his punishing thrusts prolonging my intense orgasm.

The wet sounds of our fucking fill the air around us as my sex flutters around his length, and I gasp for breath as I place my hands on the ground beneath me and weakly press myself back against him.

“Fuck, just like that, Pup,” Razar growls, his voice not as rough as it had been. I’m guessing the hard fuck and mating helped settle his Beastia's need to claim me and gain back some control that was lost during our chase. Razar’s arm loosens around my waist as I come back to myself. His palm lands between my shoulders, the claws now gone as he presses down. I immediately lower my top half to the ground, keeping my ass raised high while letting Razar take what he needs from me.

He thrusts harder and harder, his once steady rhythm breaking as his hips snap forward, fucking into me while chasing his own release. His hand runs down my stomach, trailing in between my legs, and his fingers start to rub my clit in small circles. I whimper again as he continues to play my body like a musician would his instrument.

“Scream for me, Pup,” he growls, pinching my clit between his thumb and finger. I jerk in his arms, a scream tearing through my lips as my cunt clamps down hard around his cock, milking him for everything he has.

“Fuck!” he snarls, his nails lengthening into claws that carve into the dark soil under us as his cock swells, thickening to the point of pain as he fills me with hot ropes of his cum, making me shout in euphoria.

Gasping, I let my body crumble to the ground, and he groans and lowers his head to my shoulder. His breath comes in heavy pants as he drags his length from my battered sex.

“Talk to me,” he whispers, and I groan and shake my head, gasping for breath as I try to come back to fucking earth. “Pup!?”

Nope, not ready for words yet. My brain is still sex fried and not capable of thought.

“Now, Meyer! Do not make me fuck you again to prove a point. You won’t be able to handle that,” he insists, voice demanding and harsh but his touch gentle on my sweat-slicked skin as he softly turns me to my back. His black eyes roam my body, checking for injuries, wild hair falling over his face and shoulders, taut muscle rippling as he moves over me.

“I'm… good,” I finally manage to say when he glares daggers at me. My bond is whirling and the overwhelming need to be held by him strikes me in the chest. What the hell? I gasp as tears prick my eyes, and I shake my head, trying to regain control of my wayward emotions.

“That was so fucking stupid,” he rasps, following me down and covering my back with his chest. “So fucking stupid and perfect,” he praises as I turn to jelly in his hands. His fingers trail over my hot skin as he runs them down my stomach to my pussy. Spreading my sex wide, his rough finger slowly strokes my swollen clit once, then twice, pressing against the delicate folds and making me shiver as my cunt clamps down around nothing, the empty feeling almost painful.

“Wait,” I gasp, a tear trailing down my cheek as he freezes and looks up, mouth parting in horror as he sees my face.

“Are you hurt? Shit! You’re leaking… wait, crying, that's what they call it. Dammit!” he shouts, standing up so fast that he makes my head spin. “Come here,” he rasps, bending down and lifting me with the cloak, making sure it’s tucked around my body.

“I’m okay,” I whisper, tucking my face into his neck as I breathe him in, letting his scent soothe me.

“I hurt you,” he croaks, and I shake my head, but he’s not listening to me as he races through the forest. “I need to get you to Creed. No, wait. Not Creed, he’s an idiot. Valen. He can fix this. Not Nox, he's almost as bad as I am,” Razar mutters to himself, and if I weren't so tired, I would giggle at his rambling. I have never seen Raz like this before.

“Razar, I’m okay. I was just… I don’t know, overwhelmed? But in a good way, I promise!”

“Hey, there you two are! We were getting worried, the sun’s about to set,” I hear a familiar voice call as Razar runs through the tree line and into the clearing. “Whoa! What happened? Is she okay?” Creed asks as footsteps rush toward us.

“She’s leaking. Fix her,” Razar snarls, practically tossing me into Creed's arms.

“Uh, yeah. But dude, your dicks out. You know that, right?”

“Focus!” Razar snaps, and Creed nods, looking down at me with concern.

“You good, babe?” he asks, and I nod, scowling at Razar, hating that I’m no longer in his arms.

“Yeah. I just got a little tired there and had a moment. I'm totally good,” I say more to Raz than to Creed, who grins and wiggles his brows at me.

“Yeah? Huh, looks like I’m going to have to up my game. You didn't pass out, did you?” he asks, and I shake my head. “Good, I want to be the first to give you so many orgasms you black out.”

Razar growls, reaching to take me back from Creed. “Knock it off!”

Creed raises his hands in the air and nods toward the castle.

“She’s just tired, man. If you two fucked as hard as I think you did, she’s just experiencing a low. Snuggle her a bit, and she’ll be right as rain. But maybe in a bed, with some pants on,” he adds as Razar turns and strides toward the castle. I let my eyes fall shut, basking in his hold before I realize we’re about to walk around the castle, and Razar’s dick is out for everyone to see.

“Creed?”

“Yeah, Lemon Drop?”

“Cover Raz’s dick so I don't have to kill someone,” I ask sweetly, making Creed laugh and Razar hum, lifting me higher so he can bury his nose in my neck.

“Sure thing, babe.” The gentle sway of Razar’s walk relaxes me enough that the next thing I know, I’m being lowered to a bed.

“I’ve got you,” Razar rasps when I whimper, my eyelids fluttering open as he slowly lays me down on the soft bedding. He cradles my body in his, keeping my back to his front and running his big hands over my still trembling body as I settle into his embrace.

“Razar?” I whisper, and he hums at my question, hands stroking every inch of skin he can touch. “I’m yours.”

“I know,” he rasps back, and I snort—damn cocky Demon.

I let myself get lost in his touch, drifting into a peaceful slumber as warm lips press to my temple.

“I’ll always be yours, Pup.”

The soft words echo through my dreams as I fall into a deep sleep.