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CHAPTER 28

I let the woman carry me wherever she wants, all of my fight gone. The last reserves of my strength and power were used on the bastard who kidnapped Writ and me.

Writ . . . Even his name sends fresh agony coursing through me, and I bury my face into her neck, sucking in her unique, calming scent. It’s odd, we are strangers, but something about this feels right as she carries me, and as I press my face to her skin, it seems to help settle my heartache a little.

I feel safe.

My eyes close, and when I wake, I’m in a bed. I jerk upright, scrambling back, and she’s there, sitting on the edge with her hands out. “It’s okay. You’re safe,” she assures me in a soft voice.

I glance around the room, but I see no one else, and I relax.

It’s clearly a hotel, a nice one at that. I’m lying on a huge, white, fluffy bed with a canopy above me. There’s a chair and table to the right, with open curtains showing the city and darkened sky.

It’s still night.

There’s a soft glow of a lamp, just enough to see her by. She’s in a tank top that displays impressive arm muscles intersected by scars and some loose shorts. She watches me carefully, like I’m a wild animal.

I know she is a hunter, but I cannot seem to care.

She saved me and helped me say goodbye to Writ.

Writ . . . I bend over, gasping in agony, and her hand rubs circles on my back. “It’s okay, it’s okay,” she soothes, and I find myself leaning into her again, her scent wrapping around me.

We stay like this for a while, and then she moves back, taking her warmth and scent with her. “Do you want some water or something to eat? You look weak.”

I hate that she’s right. I feel it.

I drained myself while trying to save Writ and free myself.

I’m running on empty, which is a dangerous place to be. It means my powers will soon spark out and start luring anyone close to me so I can feed. It happened once, and it’s the reason I hate men.

I tell myself he couldn’t help himself, it was my power, but even after he didn’t stop. I screamed and begged, and he cried and apologised, but he didn’t stop.

I hate men’s lust, and I hate men in general, but I don’t usually have much choice. I need to feed to stay alive and to keep Writ . . . Well, to stay alive.

Anger and hatred fill me as I admit the truth. “It won’t help. I need to feed.”

Her eyes widen, but she understands what I mean and hesitates. “Okay, how do we do that?”

I look away, shame filling me. “I can feed off anyone’s lust. I can go find a club or a willing man.” Even the thought sends a shudder of horror through me, but it’s the truth. Men are strong enough to withstand my feeding, plus I don’t mind draining them even if I hate the taste. They deserve it.

I don’t know what she sees, but she frowns. “You said you hated men, right? I saw your fear of them, so it cannot be pleasant.”

“It’s not, but I don’t have much choice. If I don’t feed, it will call out to them anyway.” Horror fills me. “It’s better to be in control of it.”

“Okay . . . Maybe I can help.” I jerk upright, and she watches me then seems to decide something as she nods. “Could you feed on my lust?”

I nod, something pounding in my heart as she observes me. She’s quiet, and I hesitate. We both know what the other isn’t saying.

She could fuck me so I can feed.

She might not want that though. I have a feeling she is the type to sacrifice her own wants and needs to help others. For some reason, the idea that she could fuck me to help me without wanting me makes me want to cry.

“I can feed as you . . . fuck someone if you want. It doesn’t have to be me,” I admit.

She frowns. “But you don’t like it, do you? Being that close to a male’s pleasure.”

“Not really,” I reply, “but I think I would hate forcing you to serve me without wanting it even more. I never want to force anyone, but especially you. I don’t want to use my powers on you. I want something . . . real.”

She’s quiet again for a moment, and shame heats my cheeks.

“I never said I didn’t want this, Isabella.” Something about hearing my full name on her lips makes me shiver. No one calls me that, not even my parents. I always hated that name, thinking it made me seem weak. It’s why I chose Fang, but on her lips, it sounds like something to cherish.

I clench my thighs together under the duvet, desire coursing through me. I haven’t felt desire since I was a teenager and didn’t know better. I fed on pleasure, but the truth is, I have never felt my own. Something about this woman makes me wet, waking my body.

“You want me?” I glance at the door. “Those men?—”

“Are my . . . team,” she finishes. “I have never bothered with gender before. I like both men and women.” She slides closer and slowly cups my cheek with her warm hand. It’s rough, calloused, and strong, and I lean into it. My mouth parts on an inhale as I have the insane urge to taste her skin.

I should feed on her lust, but I’m too focused on my own.

“Do you want this? Do you want me? If not, we can find another way.”

“I want this,” I blurt. “I’ve never wanted anything so much as to feed on you.”

She smiles, and it changes her face, making my heart hammer at her beauty. She’s deadly, strong, and so confident, and I want to rub myself against her and let her protect me. “Then feel my truth. You can taste lust, yes? See the truth.”

I close my eyes and focus on it, feeling it thick in the air. There is so much lust that my clit throbs in agony, my pussy turning warm and wet. When my eyes open, I know they are black, but she smiles wider.

“Then fuck me,” I purr.

I am usually in control, playing with my prey like puppets, but not this time.

This human hunter has me in her snare, and I cannot seem to care.

Her hand drops, and I feel the loss keenly, climbing to my knees as if to chase her touch. The duvet falls to my knees, puddling around me.

I think she’s changed her mind when she stands and heads to the door, and I slump, resignation filling for me what I will have to do. Suddenly, there’s a click, and I glance up, seeing her slide a lock into place before she turns back to me. “They won’t disturb us this way. I don’t want you to be scared.”

My heart stops and then races as she saunters my way. Climbing onto the bed softly, she kneels above me, and I anticipate what she will do next. Her hands slide down, and I gasp, waiting for her touch, but she simply grabs the duvet and yanks it away, stripping the bed so we are kneeling on the bottom sheet.

Lust wraps around us, and I suck it down. It strengthens my own, my nipples pebbling behind my torn shirt.

I’m shaking with expectation when she reaches out, pressing her thumb to my lips and making them part. My tongue darts out to taste her skin, and I whimper as her flavour explodes across my taste buds.

“You want to feed from me, yes? Then you will do as I say.” My eyes widen at her order. “Open your pretty mouth.”

I part it, and she narrows her eyes. “Wider,” she demands, and I would do anything to make her happy. I open it as wide as I can, and she nods.

“Good girl.” Her praise washes over me, and I swear my cunt clamps in a way it never has before. I can feel my own wetness filling my panties.

“Do I need to call you mistress?” I joke, remembering the other man calling her that.

She smirks, gripping my chin as I wait there, mouth open. “If I let you.”

She grips my chin harder, the pinch of pain flowing through me, muddling with the pleasure in a way I didn’t know I would like, but I find it only enhances what I am feeling.

I arch up. “I don’t even know your name.”

“Tate,” she murmurs, sliding her thumb across my lips again before pressing it into my mouth. She watches me as she slides it deeper into my mouth. I close my lips around it, sucking. Her eyes narrow, this time in desire, and I suck harder, clutching her wrist to hold her to me. She pulls it free and sucks her thumb into her mouth, tasting me like I tasted her.

I crash into her. She catches me, gripping my arms as I press my lips to hers. She chuckles, but it turns into a moan as I sweep my tongue into her mouth, tangling it with hers. Her hands slide down to my hips and drag me closer so I’m pressed against her. Her mouth isn’t like a man’s. It’s soft and warm as she slants her head. My hand slides up into her hair, fisting it as I rub against her. My other hand sinks down, undoing my trousers.

I need . . . I need . . .

Fuck, I need to come.

“Greedy,” she says as she pulls back and knocks my hand away. Snarling, I bite her lip, and she kisses me again. She’s distracted by dominating my mouth, so I glide my hand down her front, squeezing her breast, and then across hard muscles to her shorts. I shove my hand inside them, desperate to feel her skin. She lets me, and I move lower as her legs part to give me access when I brush across soft, smooth skin and then lower. When I feel her wet pussy, I part her lips and slide my fingers down her folds. Memorising the feel of her cunt, I circle her hole and then sweep back up, rubbing her clit the way I like to rub mine.

She groans into my mouth, and I pull back, pulling my hand free. I keep my eyes on hers and press my two glistening fingers into my mouth, sucking them clean.

“Delicious,” I purr, and her eyes narrow.

It’s the only warning I get.

I gasp when her hands hook under my knees and she drags me down the bed so my ass is pressed to her groin, and then she licks up my neck, making my back arch.

“Please, Tate,” I beg, ripping at her shirt. She leans back and tugs her tank off, throwing it away, and then she unhooks her bra so she’s naked from the waist up and so fucking sexy.

Her high, tight breasts are tipped with rosy nipples. She looks so fucking beautiful and strong, my complete opposite, but she doesn’t seem to care as she cuts my shirt away with a knife and tosses it aside, exposing my plump breasts and rounded stomach.

Her eyes dilate with lust, and it triples in the air, making me gasp and arch up as I feed on it.

She wraps her lips around one of my nipples through the lace cup, and she sucks while massaging my other breast, building my pleasure.

“Tate, please,” I implore, words tumbling from my lips as I wrap my legs around her waist and grind against her thigh. There’s material between us, but I don’t care. I need to come, and she keeps sucking and biting.

I come with an embarrassing moan.

My legs shake as I ride the waves of pleasure. Grinning, she lifts her head and cuts my bra off before she moves back, and I start to panic, thinking she’s leaving, but she presses her hand against my chest and pushes me back down. Gripping my trousers, she yanks them down and off, and then my panties before sitting at my feet as she looks me over.

“You look like a goddess,” she murmurs as she lifts my leg and licks a line down my calf, raising it as she goes until it’s over her shoulder. She kisses my inner thigh and murmurs, “So fucking soft. Look at these curves. I’m going to fuck and taste each and every one. There will not be a place I leave untouched on your body.”

My eyes widen, and suddenly her hand slides under my ass, gripping my plump cheek. She hoists me to her mouth, her tongue darting out and tasting my cream.

My head falls back before I raise it again, wanting to watch her. She licks me leisurely, tasting every inch of my folds before I toss my other leg over her shoulder, clamping my thighs around her head. She chuckles and grabs my ass as she buries her head between my thighs.

“You smell so sweet,” she murmurs as her tongue traces my clit. “You taste even better. You’re the sweetest thing I’ve ever had on my tongue. You were made to be worshipped, Isabella, until you’re dripping with your own release and can’t walk. I’ll do just that. Feed as I fuck you because I plan to take my time.”

My eyes widen at her words, but then they quickly roll back in my head as her teeth clamp around my clit. It throbs in time with my pounding heart, and I lift my hands, rolling my nipples as I rock into her mouth.

She releases my clit and laps along my folds, sliding two fingers inside me, and I cry out again as she licks around her fingers as she begins to fuck me.

Her tongue alternates between sliding in with her fingers and attacking my clit until I just grind against her face, chasing another release.

Lust and pleasure bombard me, only heightening my desire in a way I’ve never felt.

I’m wild and wicked with it, claiming what I want as I grind into her hand and mouth until I tumble over the edge again with a scream. She licks my cunt as I come around her fingers, and when I slump, she slowly pulls them free, laying a soft kiss on my clit before lowering my shaking thighs to the bed. Panting, I watch as she widens her thighs and slips her fingers inside her core, fucking herself with my cum.

My desire slams back into me, making me arch up. I can taste her lust, and I want more. I want to feed on it as I taste her. I want it to pour into me as she uses me the way I want.

Sitting up, I reach for her. “Please, please, I want to taste you.”

She grips my head, tugging it up until I look at her. “You want to taste me?”

I nod, and she lets go, moving around to lie against the headboard, and then she crooks her finger. “Come here then, my good girl. Come taste what you made.”

Crawling over the bed, I lie between her spread thighs, a moment of shyness assaulting me. I’ve never been with a woman. I’ve fantasised about it a lot, and it’s what I dream of when I’m with men, but actually doing it is different. She doesn’t let me hesitate, however, lifting one knee and tugging me up so my face is pressed to her cunt. “Do you want to taste me?”

I nod.

“Then you can’t do it wrong. Do what you want—explore, touch me, taste me . . . Do what feels good.”

Desire replaces my shyness, and I sweep my tongue out, dragging it along her pussy. Her taste explodes across my tongue, and I groan, gripping her hips as I drag her to my mouth.

“That’s it, princess, just like that, just like how I ate your pretty cunt. That’s all for you. Look what you did to me.”

I slide my fingers inside her like she did to me. “Like that?” I murmur as I blow over her clit, and she groans, pressing into my hands and mouth.

“Like that, princess, just like that.”

I drop my head, dragging my tongue along her folds, and she moans when I slowly flick her clit. When I speed up, however, she cries out, so I do that again. “That’s it, good girl, learn what I like. If you’re good and get me off, I’ll bend your pretty ass over and fuck you until you’re so full you won’t need to feed ever again.”

I whimper at her filthy words, gripping her harder, but she doesn’t care and neither do I. Her wetness slides down my fingers as I fuck her with them, my tongue attacking her clit, and when she reaches down and grips my hair, directing me to speed up, I love it.

I drink down her lust as she gasps. “Isabella, I’m close, so close. That’s it, just—” She cries out, her pussy clenching on my fingers, and I dive down, licking up her cum as I drink her pleasure. She slumps back, pushing me away, and I fall beside her.

She pants next to me, and we lie like this for a moment before I turn my head and meet her gaze. She rolls on top of me, pinning my arms above me as she kisses me again, tasting her own cum.

“I promised to fuck you, and I meant it. Can you handle it?”

“Yes,” I murmur, arching up to rub against her.

She reaches down and directs my body, lifting my leg and spreading me to the point of pain. We somehow slot together, and I feel her cunt press against me.

“I don’t have any toys with me, so I’m going to fuck you like this for now,” she murmurs as she licks my cheek and down my neck before biting, and then she leans back, rubbing her cunt against mine. “You feel so good, and you look even better below me.”

I arch up. It’s strange feeling her against me, almost not enough to get me there, but when I look into her eyes, I almost come all over again.

“That’s it, eyes on me. You’ll watch me fuck you. You’ll know I’m here with you. Can you feel how wet I am for you?”

“Please,” I beg as I hold her as hard as I can as her hips roll, grinding her cunt into mine. It’s harsh, and my channel aches, wanting to be filled. When she catches my clit again, I scream as another orgasm rips through me. I writhe below her, yet she doesn’t stop. She keeps grinding into me until I hear her groan and pleasure explodes across my skin. I drown in her pleasure until every inch of me is filled and overflowing, another orgasm tearing through me at the strength of the feeding until I just whine below her.

Her lips touch mine, rough and wild, and I kiss her back, power flowing between us until she yanks herself away, releasing us and breaking the circuit.

She slumps down next to me, panting, but when her head turns and she meets my gaze, a smile tilts up her bruised lips. Exhaustion suddenly weighs on me—not the physical kind, but the emotional—and I find myself seeking her warmth.

I snuggle into her side, and I feel her stroke my hair.

Tears escape my closed eyes, and Tate simply kisses them away.

“Shh, I have you,” she vows. “You’re safe with me. I’ll keep you safe. I’ll never let anything bad happen to you again.”

I believe her.