Page 22 of Haunting the Hunter

I fuck into my hand like it’s your mouth begging to be claimed. My muscles tense. “Shit,” I mutter under my breath. My grip tightens. I’m so close… My body twitches as my pace quickens. I jerk harder as your mouth takes me in my mind. My head leans back as my orgasm hits hard, and I savor it. Milking every last drop from myself, my breath ragged. It’s not enough. I want more. I wantyou.

CHAPTER 9

CALLISTO

Ilie down on my bed reading the smutty romance Jack picked up for me in town. The painfully slow burn finally breaks—he kisses her. The tension spills into something hungry, and my breath catches as I feel the whisper of a hand trailing down my abdomen.

“Do you need my help, darling?”

I keep reading, stomach flipping with each word as the characters start fucking in vivid detail. “I need it,” I whisper.

Pressure builds between my legs, and I let myself get lost in the hand drifting under the blanket. Attempting to quelch the growing need.

“Spread them wider for me.”And I do.

The lights begin to flicker, and I’m lost in the sensation. Entirely giving in to it. I need this.

“Calli, why the hell is your door locked?”

My door handle jiggles violently, followed by pounding.

Cade.

I jump, flushed and annoyed. Fuck him. Scrambling upright, I swing the door open.

“You trap me in this house like a prisoner, and now I can’t even have privacy?”

“If it means you’re safe—yes.”

“How about fuck you. What do you want?” I snap.

He smirks, pulling a small envelope from his back pocket.

“Jack got you a new ID. There’s also a credit card.”

My eyes widen, something akin to hope blooming in my chest. “Wait—does this mean I can leave?”

“You can go into town. But not without Jack. No risks. I get it—you need some freedom.”

I fight the sting of tears that threaten to fall. A warmth blooms in my chest. It’s not everything, but it’s something. I smile and wrap my arms around him. Maybe too tightly, because he stiffens, clearly hating it, but I don’t care.

“Thank you.”

He pulls back, locking eyes with me. “Don’t make me regret this. If anyone figures out who you are, we’re done.”

“I’ll be low-key, don’t worry.”

“You’ll do exactly what Jack says. Got it?”

I shrug and tuck the cards into my wallet, replacing my real ID.

“I’ll be back in a few days.”

He turns to leave, but I catch his sleeve. He only meets my eyes for a moment, jaw set, before I speak. “Be careful.”

He doesn’t respond, just nods and walks away.

I watch him disappear down the stairs, and for a second I feel it again. That same gentle presence from when I gave him the pendulum. I whisper into the silence, say, “Take care of him, okay? He doesn’t know it yet, but he needs you.” As soon as my brother pulls out of the driveway, Jack sidles up next to me.