Page 131 of Hunt Me

Erik still counters, but it takes him a fraction longer. His approval comes in a barely perceptible nod before he demonstrates the proper escape from a rear choke hold.

I watch from the doorway, laptop balanced on one arm while tracking Sentinel’s communications with my free hand. But my attention keeps drifting to how Iris translates Erik’s tacticalconcepts into muscle memory, her analytical mind processing combat like code.

She’s a natural. Terrifying, beautiful, and absolutely deadly when properly trained.

Erik forces her down again, this time holding the pin to demonstrate leverage points. His hand presses her face to the mat, his knee digging into her spine.

“Feel where my weight sits?” He shifts slightly. “That’s your opening. You need to?—”

“Here.” She twists, finding the gap in his position with frightening accuracy.

Erik releases her, standing. “Exactly.”

Pride surges through my chest as Iris climbs to her feet, exhausted but victorious. She’s refusing to back down, refusing to be the weakness Sentinel can exploit.

She’s becoming exactly what I always knew she could be—my equal in every way that matters.

Erik glances at his watch. “We’re done. Hydrate and rest.”

He leaves without ceremony, passing me in the doorway with a meaningful look I ignore.

The moment the door closes, I set my laptop aside and cross to where Iris stands, catching her breath, her tank top soaked through with sweat, her body trembling with exhaustion.

She meets my gaze and swallows hard.

“You’re trying to get yourself killed.” I close the distance between us, backing her against the mirrored wall until her shoulder blades hit the cold glass.

“I’m preparing to survive.” Her chin lifts in defiance even as her pulse hammers visibly at her throat.

I strip her tank top over her head, tossing it aside. Her sports bra follows. She doesn’t resist—just watches me with those ice-blue eyes that see everything, calculate everything.

“Spread your legs.”

She obeys, bracing her palms flat against the mirror as I yank her leggings and underwear down to her ankles. The reflection shows us both—my hands on her hips, her body arched and waiting, every muscle defined from Erik’s brutal training session.

I free myself from my tactical pants and position myself at her entrance. One thrust and I’m buried deep, her body accepting me with slick heat that makes my vision blur.

“Watch.” I grip her jaw, forcing her gaze to the mirror. “Watch what you do to me.”

She gasps as I withdraw and slam back in, the impact forcing her breasts against the glass. Cold surface meets heated flesh, her nipples hardening into tight peaks that drag across the mirror with each brutal thrust.

I fuck her without mercy, driving deep enough that her entire body jolts forward, her palms squeaking against the glass as she struggles to maintain balance. The mirror fogs with her breath, her reflection fracturing into something primal and raw.

“Harder.” She rocks back to meet me, demanding rather than begging. “I can take it.”

So I give her exactly what she wants—pounding into her with enough force that the mirror rattles in its frame, my fingers digging bruises into her hips as I claim every inch of her willing body.

Her eyes stay locked on our reflection, watching herself take what I give, watching me lose control with each thrust. She sees everything—the desperation in my movements, the possession in how I hold her, the absolute certainty that she belongs to me.

“That’s it.” I reach around to circle her clit, feeling her clench around my cock. “Come for me. Show me what you look like when you fall apart.”

Her pussy clenches around me as her orgasm builds, those ice-blue eyes still locked on our reflection in the mirror. I canfeel her getting close—the way her breathing changes, how her muscles tighten, the desperate little sounds catching in her throat.

My hand slides from her hip to her lower belly, pressing against the flat plane of muscle.

“I’m throwing out your pills.” The words come out rough, possessive. “Going to keep you full of my cum until you’re growing big and round with my baby.”

“No.” She gasps as I thrust deeper, hitting that spot that makes her vision blur. “Alexi, you can’t?—”