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CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE

JAXON

I t takes Charlotte fifteen minutes to fall asleep, and they’re the longest fifteen minutes of my life. As soon as I hear her breathing even out, I undress, moving as slowly and quietly as I can. Testing to see how light a sleeper she is.

Not very light at all, it seems.

Which is good because my dick is the hardest it’s ever been. My erection is almost painful, and I stifle back a moan as I stroke my shaft a few times, staring down at her sleeping body. She’s on her side, hair streaming across the pillow like little rivers of blood, and she snores softly, breathing through her mouth.

Oh, that’s where I’m going to start.

I nudge my cock against her lips, bracing myself for her to wake up. She doesn’t, although she does open her mouth for me as I slide my length over her tongue, groaning that I can finally slake my need. I already know I’m going to come fast.

But I’m a Hunter. We recover quickly.

I push my cock as deep into Charlotte’s mouth as I dare, which, unfortunately, isn’t deep at all. I pump over her tongue a few times, getting the first few inches of my dick wet with her saliva. Good enough. I pull out, then drag the blanket down so I can see her naked body.

“You’re going to look so pretty wearing my cum,” I whisper, not giving a fuck that Sawyer can almost certainly hear my blood rushing as I tap my cock against Charlotte’s cheek with firm little slaps. She moans, mutters, and shifts onto her back.

I grab my cock and stroke, half-expecting her to wake up. I know I should let her sleep a little longer, but I just can’t help myself.

She doesn’t wake up, though. Just settles back down on the pillow, oblivious to the fact that I’m jerking off above her.

“You ready for your pearl necklace, cher?” My cum erupts as soon as the question is out of my mouth, long white strands of my seed splattering perfectly around her collarbone—but also on her chin and the tops of her tits. I groan softly, grateful to be free from the distraction of my lust. Now I can focus on really playing with her.

I leave my cum on her skin because I like the way it looks, pale and gleaming in the moonlight, and slowly ease myself between her legs. The mattress shifts, but she doesn’t wake up, her breath soft and measured. I run my hand up the inside of her thigh and graze my fingers over the velvety split of her pussy. It’s tempting to slide a few fingers inside her, but I’m afraid that will wake her up. She’s not in REM sleep yet.

However, I can’t stop myself from pulling one of her rosy nipples into my mouth, sucking hard. Charlotte moans softly and shifts beneath me, but I just keep listening to her heartbeat: slow and steady as a metronome.

“That’s it, little Hunter,” I whisper into her skin. “Just sink down into sleep for me.” I suck on her other breast, slow and gentle, relishing her floral taste. Then I kiss upward and gather my cum on my tongue so I can kiss her mouth, marking her lips with my release. I sit up, admiring the way it makes them shiny like she’s wearing lip gloss.

“Pretty girl,” I murmur, touching her breasts and belly and thick soft hips. I run my palm between her legs until she drops deeper and deeper into sleep and I start to harden again. I knew it wouldn’t take long. “You like this, don’t you? Being my plaything?”

She doesn’t answer. Doesn’t move. She’s as still as death.

“That’s what I thought.” She’s under enough that I lower myself down to taste her pussy. She’s already wet—whether from dreaming or my attentions, I don’t know. I’m just glad to slide my tongue inside her cunt and lap up her essence, kissing her pussy with more fervor than I kissed her lips. I press my tongue flat against her clit until it pulses. Then I plunge it back inside her pussy, fucking her with it. Getting her nice and soaked.

When she’s ready, I sit up and press my cock into position, going agonizingly slow so I don’t wake her. Her heart’s beating a little quicker, although her steady breaths tell me she’s still asleep. But she is feeling this. Feeling me.

It’s not really like fucking the dead. Her pussy is unbelievably warm, a heat that sears through my core, and her heart beats a quiet rhythm in the background. So do her breaths. But fuck, do I love her stillness. The way she just lays there, limp, as I thrust into her, plowing as deeply as I can. I play with her clit, knowing how sopping wet she gets. I want to fuck her tits, and her arousal is the best possible lubricant.

“That’s it, cher,” I grunt as Charlotte jerks beneath me, still completely passed out. Weed and wine and exhaustion, she said, and I guess it’s a good enough cocktail to keep her sleeping. “That’s it. Get wet for me. Just like that.”

I hunch over her to suck on her nipples again, and she feels so damn good fluttering around my cock that I can’t stop myself from biting down a little too hard into her soft flesh. Charlotte gasps and stirs beneath me, eyes fluttering open, and I feel a sharp, sudden anger—at myself for waking her. “Not yet, little Hunter,” I tell her. “Go back to sleep.”

She blinks, her eyes unfocused. “Jaxon,” she slurs. “Are you—doing it?—”

My anger melts. Sweet thing. I’m the luckiest man in the world, that this gorgeous woman would come to me and offer herself up like this.

“I’m balls deep inside you.” I kiss up to her mouth, bringing some flakes of dried cum with me. “And you already made me come once.”

I kiss her to prove it, but she’s too sleepy to kiss back. All she does is make a soft mmmm sound. “Feels good,” she mutters, and she starts to fuck me back, pussy contracting around my dick.

“No need for that.” I pet her hair. “I’m doing all that work, baby. Just go back to sleep.”

“I saw them,” she slurs. “The—” She mutters some syllables in a language she’s never learned but one I know intimately. Names. The true names of my gods.

“You saw them?” A hot power flares through me. I fuck her more roughly, slamming into her so that she shakes like a rag doll. I have a sudden need to possess her. “When?”

“Now.” Charlotte’s head drops to the side and her eyes fluttered closed. “They told me…”

But whatever else she was going to say dissolves into nonsense.

She’s back asleep.

She’s back asleep, and I can feel the Unnamed nearby, watching as I fuck Charlotte into the mattress.“ You went to her ?” I whisper, fucking her limp body harder.

Yes. I had a message for her.

And then it’s gone. I’m too pussy drunk to dwell on it, though. My Charlotte’s a Hunter, and the Unnamed visiting her just proves that. Whatever message it sent her, I’ll find out in the morning.

I’m going to come again, but I don’t want to. Not yet. I slide my cock out of Charlotte’s pussy, admiring how it gleams in the darkness, drenched in her arousal.

Then I straddle Charlotte’s waist and squeeze her tits together, forming a perfect soft pillow for me to fuck. I use her that way for a little while, rolling my hips in slow thrusts, my head thrown back, every muscle in my body tight with effort. It’s cool in the room, but I’m slick with sweat. So’s Charlotte.

When my cock’s too dry to fuck her properly, I slide it back into her cunt, keeping my thrusts slow and lazy and luxurious. Just letting myself enjoy her, the way I used to do my dead girls. She’s deep asleep now, all the systems in her body slowing, and if I let my mind wander and just focus on her pussy I can almost pretend she’s dead, too. Even if her heat is scorching me.

Especially since I can’t stop myself from playing with her pretty little clit.

I roll it between my thumb and forefinger, relishing the way it makes her pussy flutter around my dick as I pump in and out of her. She mutters in her sleep and shifts beneath me, the mattress creaking. I don’t stop, though. I want to feel her come. Want to feel her whole pussy clamp down on me. Want to have her wake up, gasping, like she did last time.

“Come on, little Hunter,” I whisper, thrusting harder. “You gonna come for me? Hmm?”

She whimpers and says something unintelligible, and I wonder if she hears me in her dreams. I shift her legs around, moving slowly so I don’t wake her up early, and prop them both up on my shoulders. Then I plow deeper in her, deep enough that I bump up against the soft barrier of her cervix. The whole time I keep playing with her throbbing clit.

Charlotte flops against the bed, breath quickening. Her eyes flutter.

“Come on,” I growl, pressing down harder on her clit.

That does it. Her whole body vibrates and flutters and her eyes fly open and land on me as I pump her through her orgasm. “Jaxon,” she gasps out, right before her eyes roll up and she dissolves into a moan, hips jerking against me.

“You like that?” I purr, wrapping my fingers around her chin to make her look at me. She blinks, confused, like she doesn’t quite understand the question.

“You feel good,” she slurs.

“So do you, cher.” I lean over her and kiss her, running my hand over the splatters of dried cum on her skin. Part of me wants to jerk off on her again, especially now that she’s awake, but she also feels way too good. Too wet. Too warm. There’s no way I’m pulling my cock out of her until I’m finished.

She squirms beneath me, clearly still too sleepy to fully comprehend what I’m doing to her. It’s clear she likes it, though. Too bad. I almost hoped she’d choke me out again.

The thought sends a jolt of pleasure through me, though, and I groan, my balls tightening up against my body. “Fuck, I’m gonna come.”

Charlotte moans softly, her pussy contracting. I’m working her up again. Bringing her close to another orgasm.

The idea sends me over the edge, that she likes this, playing dead for me. I dig my finger into her thighs as I spill my cum inside her, pleasure pulsing up through my spine.

Charlotte makes a soft noise of displeasure. “Don’t stop,” she whimpers, eyes closed. “I was going to...” Her voice trails off, head dropping to the side.

“You going back asleep, tired girl?” I ease my cock out of her and set her legs down. She tries to shift onto her side, but I keep her pinned on her back. “Let me give you some sweet dreams.”

And then I slide down to lick my cum out of her hot, quivering cunt.