Page 2 of Curses and Casualties (Hunters Hollow #3)

Ryan

I trail my fingers down her cheek, seeing the glow of Luna that’s already started in her eyes and is shimmering across her skin. It’d be impossible to forget, even for a moment, who she is. But I can give her the illusion of it if that’s what she wants.

I dip my head, kissing her neck softly, whispering against her skin, “Nothing exists except you and me, my love.”

“Just us,” she sighs, holding me tighter as I lay her back on the bed, holding myself over her as I kiss her again then slowly unbutton her shirt, unveiling a pale pink lace and satin bra.

When I finally reveal her full breasts, I pause, drinking in the sight of her creamy skin and pink nipples that are already hard. She arches her back. “Touch me.”

I dip my head, closing my mouth around a nipple, teasing the hardened peak with my tongue. I can feel her shuddering as I graze my teeth over the sensitive bud, sucking gently. Her hands bury themselves in my hair, holding me closer as I move to tease the other nipple.

“Ryan,” she whispers, her hand slipping under my shirt, the heat of her palm against my chest sending a jolt down my spine.

She tugs at the fabric, pulling it up over my head.

I raise my arms, letting her toss it to the ground before she runs her hands down my chest, tracing the muscles of my abdomen.

I groan, closing my eyes. Her hands trail lower, unbuttoning my pants, before sliding them and my boxers down my legs.

I kick them off, my erection twitching against my stomach.

“You’re beautiful,” she whispers, tracing her fingers over my cock, the heat of her palm making me shudder as she grips my hard length.

“So are you. I could never tire of looking at you.”

She smiles, a faint blush coloring her cheeks as she strokes me slowly, her eyes never leaving mine. The sensation makes me heady, and I have to fight the urge to thrust into her hand. Instead, I close my eyes and focus on sending the pleasure she’s giving me through our bond.

“Can you feel how good that is?”

Georgia gasps as the sensations flow through our bond, her eyes fluttering shut. “Yes,” she breathes. “It’s like a feedback loop of pleasure.” Her hand tightens around my shaft, stroking me more firmly.

I groan, my head falling forward as she works me with expert strokes, building the pressure low in my belly. The bond between us pulses with shared pleasure, amplifying every touch, every gasp. My hand slides into her hair, my heart racing as I drag her mouth to mine, kissing her hungrily.

Georgia moans into the kiss, her lips parting to welcome the thrust of my tongue. Our mouths move together with an urgency that mirrors the building passion between us. Her fingers tease the sensitive underside of my cock, making me growl against her lips.

Good. Mate knows how to please us, Kane purrs, satisfaction rolling through our shared consciousness.

My hand leaves her hair to trail down her neck, over her collarbone, mapping the soft curves of her body.

I caress the swell of her breast, teasing her nipple into a tight peak before continuing lower.

Georgia arches into my touch, her breath coming faster as my fingers skim over her ribs and down to the waistband of her jeans.

“Let’s get you out of these pants.”

She laughs a little as I push her back on the bed and unbutton her jeans, assisting me by shifting her hips when I pull them down her legs and toss them aside. I take a moment to admire the sight of her before me, her skin flushed with arousal as I position myself back on the bed.

I settle between her legs, running my hands up her smooth thighs. Georgia’s breathing hitches as my fingers brush against the lace of her panties, finding her soaked through.

“Oh, Ryan,” she breathes. “I need more.”

I can feel her need pulsing, an aching desperation that matches my own. With a low growl, I hook my fingers into the sides of her panties and slowly drag them down her legs, revealing her glistening folds to my hungry gaze.

“You smell so fucking good,” I rasp, leaning in to inhale her intoxicating scent. I press a reverent kiss to her inner thigh then spread them nice and wide so I can just look at how wet she is.

“Please.” Georgia’s fingers thread into my hair, urging me closer to where she needs me most.

I can no longer resist her plea, my mouth dropping to her hot, wet center. Slowly, I drag my tongue through her slick folds, savoring her unique taste as it bursts across my tongue. I groan.

“I could live off the taste of you.”

Georgia gasps and arches off the bed, her fingers tightening reflexively in my hair as my tongue swirls around her sensitive bundle of nerves. “Oh god, Ryan...” she pants, her hips undulating against my mouth.

I groan against her slick flesh and slide a finger inside her, my cock jumping as her tightness envelops me. Her hips buck against my face as I work her inside and out, adding a second digit and curling to stroke that special spot inside her. I can feel it all, and I can barely keep it together.

“That’s it, love.” My voice is rough as I encourage her. “Let go for me. I want to feel you come undone.”

“Ryan!” Georgia’s inner walls flutter around my fingers as she climbs higher and higher, her body trembling with the force of her impending release.

I increase the pressure of my tongue on her clit, flicking rapidly as I thrust my fingers deep, curling to stroke her just right.

“Oh god! It’s happening. I’m coming! Ryyyyaaaannnnnn! ”

With a final press of my tongue and a deep thrust of my fingers, Georgia shatters.

Her body arches off the bed as a cry of pure ecstasy tears from her throat.

Light bursts from her skin, illuminating the dingy motel room in a radiant glow.

It’s as if the very essence of the moon is shining through her skin, casting an ethereal shimmer over every inch of her flushed flesh.

Beautiful. Our mate glows for us, Kane rumbles with deep satisfaction.

Her essence floods my tongue, and I have to grip the base of my cock hard to keep myself from joining her while I greedily lap up every drop.

So fucking good . Every sensation that wracks through Georgia filters through to me.

I can feel the pleasure, the ecstasy, and as I reposition myself on the bed and line the tip of my cock up with her entrance, the sensation trebles the moment I push inside.

“Holy fuck,” I moan, trying not to pass out as I slowly drag my cock back and forth. This is incredible.

“Ryan.” Georgia’s hands wrap around my biceps as we rock together, completely overwhelmed. “You’re glowing.”

“Holy shit.” I look at my arms and she’s right. “So are you.”

“Oh my god. What is this?”

“I don’t know,” I return, gliding in and out of her slick heat. “But I’m not stopping to figure it out. You’re so, so tight.”

“Oh, yes! Keep going!”

Georgia’s grip on my arms tightens as I pick up the pace, thrusting faster, harder.

Our pleasure builds, and my eyes roll back into my head, the friction driving me wild.

I can feel her tight, wet heat milking my cock, and I push in deeper and deeper.

She gasps, anchoring herself to me like I’m the only solid thing left in the world.

I plunge my cock deep inside her, filling her as she cries out my name over and over.

Mine. Ours. Forever, Kane chants along with each thrust.

“Oh god, Georgia. I need to come,” I grind out through clenched teeth. “I can’t hold on.”

“Come inside me,” she pants, her nails digging into my skin. “Please. I want to feel it, feel you. Give it to me. Please.”

Her words are my undoing. With a guttural groan, I thrust deep one final time, my release bursting from me as I empty myself inside her with a roar that shakes the thin walls. The pleasure is so intense, so all-consuming, that for a moment I fear I might black out.

Georgia cries out with me, her own climax crashing over her in a wave of light and sensation that floods through our bond and highlight every corner of the room. Her inner muscles pulse around my cock, milking every last drop from me as we ride out the intense pleasure together.

“Georgia, Georgia, Georgia,” I chant as the sensation becomes too much, and I slump down on top of her, both of us barely keeping it together as we come back down from that crazy, magical high.

We just unleashed something ancient and sacred—the kind of power legends warn you about.

And we did it in a two-star motel off Route 9. Holy shit.

For a long moment, we simply cling to each other, panting.

The air hums with leftover magic and neither of us speaks.

We just lie there, breathless, heartbeats slowly syncing until finally, Georgia giggles.

I lift my head to look into her eyes, suddenly feeling very self-conscious. “Something funny?”

Georgia’s eyes shine with happiness as I roll off her and she shifts so she’s close to me. “That was fucking amazing,” she says. “And we glowed. Together this time.” She shakes her head and laughs again. “So much for pretending to just be human.”

I can’t help but chuckle along with her. “I guess we’re not so great at pretending,” I say, propping my head up on my hand so I can look down at her beautiful face. “Good thing those curtains were closed, or we might have given someone quite the light show.”

Georgia grins up at me. “Lucky it’s the city and weird stuff happens all the time.” She reaches up and brushes her fingers along my scarred jaw. “But I have to say, this thing between us is amazing . The sex. Our bond. You.” She leans in and presses a light kiss right to the center of my chin.

“Does that mean you’re no longer having second thoughts? Even after everything we just left behind?”

Georgia bounces a shoulder, her expression turning serious.

“I don’t want to lie to you, Ryan, I’m probably going to have a freak out here and there because this whole, ‘the fate of shifter kind depends on you’ thing is pretty intense.

But at the end of the day, I’m one hundred percent yours. And I’d follow you anywhere, mate .”

Her words send a shiver down my spine, tingling beneath my skin. She makes me feel invincible.

“I like it when you call me that.”

She grins. “Mate?”

I nod, and she trails her fingers down my chest. “Mate,” she murmurs.

Yes. She is our moonlight. Our strength. She sees us, Kane rumbles contentedly.

I let out a sigh and press my forehead to hers. “I love you, Georgia,” I whisper, before leaning in to kiss her again.

Georgia pulls me closer, our tongues tangling as she wraps her legs around my waist. “I love you, too.”

We pull away from each other, our breathing ragged as we smile and lock eyes.

I can see the heat in her gaze, and before either of us can say anything, we’re already coming together again, our hands exploring each other’s bodies as we kiss hungrily.

I know we should rest. But who needs sleep when you have a Soul Bond to explore? In the name of science, of course…