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Story: The Feud

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HUNTER

I want to tell you something. My real name is Hunter. See? Look at my face.

That’s what I should be saying right now.

But I’m staring at Faith, whom I just told to lie down and she is not doing that.

“Is something the matter?” I ask.

A small smile nips at her lips. “No.”

“Well, why aren’t you lying down?”

Her chest rises and falls, and the only sound that can be heard are her soft breaths.

I slide over to the side table, light a candle, then close the door. It’s close quarters but I can still walk around a bit; it’s the biggest damn VIP truck I’ve ever been in. This thing is huge to be able to fit me and Faith comfortably. I have no idea where Ty found this but it’s a fully custom build.

It’s pitch black in here, with just a dim glow slipping through the curtains on this dark night.

“Can I touch you?” she asks.

I come back around to where she’s kneeling. Her nipples are pointed straight out.

“You want to touch…which part of me?”

“All of you,” she breathes.

I take off my t-shirt, unbuckle my belt, and she licks her lips at the sound. I undo my zipper, and my cock is totally hard.

“I need you to lie down, Luna.”

This time, she does.

I get into bed and lie next to her.

We’re both on our sides. I grip her wrists and bring them toward my body.

“Touch anything you want.”

Her hands, still bound together with her hair tie, start at the bottom of my abs and slide slowly up, caressing my chest, my neck, my chin.

She rubs my cheeks, and giggles.

“Your face feels pretty sexy.”

“Feel this scar.”

I run her hand over to the side of my upper forehead. “What happened?”

“I was little. My father…well he was drunk and he went after me with a wrench.”

“Are you fucking serious?”

“Dead serious.”

“Oh, Thor. That’s so sad.”

She squeezes a tuft of my hair. “Can I see it? Please?”

“No, not right now.”

“I don’t know why you’re hiding from me. I would like you even if you were badly maimed.”

“I’m actually a wanted felon,” I growl, and she laughs.

“Oh? What are you wanted for?”

I slip my hand down to the side of her thigh and slide it slowly up her body.

“You don’t want to know,” I joke, but I notice her body is shaking. “You okay?”

She nods. “Why wouldn’t I be? Because I’m about to do very naughty things with a faceless man?”

“About to?” I growl. “You’ve already done naughty things while thinking about me, haven’t you?”

She nods, a little shiver rippling through her.

“Yeah,” she whispers. “I have.”

I lean in, my lips brushing against her ear. “Then tell me what you thought about.”

She’s trembling now—not from fear, not from cold. From anticipation.

“I thought about your hands,” she says. “How big they are. How they’d feel pinning me down. I thought about your voice telling me what to do. I thought about your mouth. On me.”

“Where?”

“Everywhere.”

God, she kills me.

I graze her collarbone with my mouth. My hand slides under her thigh, lifting her leg over my hip as I roll her slightly onto her back. She’s open for me, trusting, waiting.

I’m dying to have her.

But I’m also dying to tell her.

I freeze.

I feel her breath hitch, sense her reading my silence.

Her fingers find my jaw. “What is it?”

“I…” My voice catches. “I want to tell you something.”

There’s a long pause. She shifts, pulls back just an inch.

Her voice is gentle. “Is this about your real name?”

My heart stops.

She’s smarter than I give her credit for. Maybe smarter than I am.

“Yes,” I admit. “It is.”

But before I can say the words, she shakes her head—soft, slow.

“Don’t.”

I blink. “Don’t… what?”

“Don’t tell me. Not tonight.”

“But—Luna, I?—”

She puts a finger to my lips. “Let me have this. Right here. Right now. I need this…version of you. Thor. Just for tonight.”

Her voice is steady, but I can tell there’s a war going on inside her. Just like there is inside me.

“I know you’re hiding something,” she murmurs. “But for once in my life, I don’t want to know everything. I just want to feel. Is that okay?”

It shouldn’t be. Not really.

But when she looks at me like that—eyes blindfolded but somehow wide open—I nod.

“Yeah,” I whisper. “It’s okay.”

She pulls me in again, mouth hot against mine.

And this time, I let her take what she wants.

Even if it kills me in the morning.