Page 24 of V for Vilified (Hunter V #4)

Better Than Meh

I barely heard anything she said with my angry pulse in my ears. My cheeks were on fire and I was probably red everywhere she looked.

I’d seen naked women before, but this was different. I was entranced by the familiar yet unique beauty of her body; the realness of her curves and shape; the scars and markings her clothes hid from view most days.

Jo laid out and beckoned me with her finger like she’d been doing it all her life. “Get on top of me, Zescha .”

In a trance, I did what she asked. I climbed on top of her, and without waiting, she guided my hips to her face.

I grappled with the headboard for a second, still quaking all over, unsure of the position despite having done it a few times with Phillip and Sloan—and maybe Cash, though I couldn’t remember all of what we’d done.

Jo’s hot breath teased my wet opening, where she’d destroyed my world with a new kind of pleasure. Her glowing eyes caught on mine as I stared down at her in silent question.

“I can wrap magic around more than my fingers,” was her only warning before her face disappeared between my open thighs.

I tensed and moaned at the first contact of her tongue, the electric tingle of magic slipping right into me, twisting and stimulating the way it had before. She traced my pussy’s shape with her tongue, dipped inside, then swirled the devilish thing around my swollen nub.

The stimulation was absolutely delicious after being forced to wait for more. Honestly, after being forced to wait to do this with her since my bedroom weeks ago.

“Oh, fuck,” I moaned, the hard suck on nothing but nerves making it difficult not to press down on her face and beg her to go faster. “I’m afraid of hurting you,” I told her through gasping groans.

“You couldn’t hurt me if you tried, babe.” Jo yanked me down and speared her tongue all the way inside.

Heat bloomed and spread, igniting every nerve, every space her tongue and magic touched.

Her hands led my hips into a hard back and forth on top of her face, and my anxiety was quickly replaced by stimulation that I worried might be the thing that killed me.

I was overwhelmed by it all—the magic, her tongue, her fingers, her devouring mouth.

It drove me to near screams and keening moans.

A hard, earth-shattering climax hit me out of nowhere, so devastating I felt the sudden flood that covered Jo’s face. She didn’t hesitate to lap up everything, cleaning both me and her as I shuddered on top of her.

“Wait,” I moaned. “Oh, shit. Fuck.”

The overstimulation of her mouth on my clit and her magic still wreaking havoc on my insides stole another orgasm before I could get away. I shook like a goddamn leaf on top of her, clinging to the headboard for dear life, tense and under a vicious battering.

When I came off the high, the pleasure had gone straight to my head. I couldn’t remember moving to kiss her or how many kisses I dropped all over her body on my way down. I licked and sucked everywhere I could reach until I was between her legs.

It was an insane craving that sent my head forward, bent on giving her the same pleasure she’d given me. Well, without the mind-blowing magical stimulation.

Jo moaned and opened her legs wider to me. I only hesitated long enough for our eyes to connect, then my tongue dashed over slick, velvety skin and tasted her in ways I’d only dreamt about.

I’d been so afraid to do something wrong or show my inexperience that I hadn’t been keen or forward. But now that I was here giving her pleasure, watching what my mouth and tongue and fingers did to her, I was addicted and desperate for more. I no longer hesitated to do what I wanted.

“Wait, V. Slow…down,” she breathed, chest catching. “I’m going to come too fast.”

I sucked her clit and drove another finger inside her, watching for her reactions to guide every one of my movements.

I’d been worried Jo would hide them, but she didn’t.

She liked everything I did to her. Like me, she wanted more, everything I could give.

It was all right there in her body and soft moans.

“Then come,” I teased her with a grin.

Her breathless laugh was so damn cute for someone so lethal. “That vampire speed is no joke. Your tongue and fingers are like fucking super-speed vibrators.”

I’d forgotten Fae weren’t usually as fast as vampires, and I had the speed of one. She had magic, and I had a superpowered tongue and fingers. We both brought something unique to the table. Or rather, to the bedroom.

I was unnaturally cocky as my tongue and fingers moved faster. I’d never seen Jo struggle with anything or anyone. I’d never seen her out of control and unraveling. I’d never seen her less than lethal and in charge, and the fact that she could be that way with me had me on cloud fucking nine.

I wanted to make her come. No, I needed to make her come.

The contraction of her stomach and chest and the way her hands gripped the bed between spasms gave her away long before her voice did.

When she came, I didn’t blink or look away for a goddamn second.

I was captivated by the sight of Jo coming undone the same way I had.

It was addicting to think I had that sort of power over a woman like her.

Her hands were in my hair, the strong taste of her on my tongue.

I felt the spasms of her orgasm around my fingers and against my mouth.

Her raspy, guttural moan made the insatiable thing between my legs pulse around nothing, and it was an effort not to rub and get myself off again with her taste still on my tongue and her beautiful body in view.

Popping my head up, I asked, “Did I do okay?”

I was anxious at the thought of being anything less than spectacular. She’d turned my world upside down. Hell, she’d expanded it into a goddamn solar system. It made me nervous to think I’d been a “meh” at best.

Blowing out a shaky breath, she brushed her knuckles across my cheek and I leaned into it. “Better than okay.”

“Cool,” I mumbled and tried to sit up, nursing my bruised ego.

It wasn’t a “meh,” but it didn’t exactly feel like a raving review. I’d need to practice, but the Fae realm didn’t exactly have internet to Google this shit.

How the fuck was I supposed to get good enough to satisfy a gorgeous killer Fae who’d been alive for thousands of years? It seemed impossible, but I was a Hunter full of baseless optimism, so I’d learn. Add it to my training alongside killing a handful of baddies.

I didn’t get far into my kneel. Jo had me on my back with my arms pinned above my head.

Licking my mouth still covered in her own taste, Jo’s grin was full of mischief.

“Hey, we’re nowhere near done. Practice?

Who better than the woman whose pussy you just destroyed with your vampire hybrid speed?

Don’t think you’re not a goddamn gift, Zescha .

You gave me the best orgasm I’ve had in centuries.

But there’s plenty more we can do, and I’m nothing if not thorough. ”

My laugh was breathless. “Oh, I bet.”

Fuck yeah! Best orgasm giver in centuries. I’d overcome the meh! I’m a living god.

Giggling, she nodded. “What do you say, living god, want to make your princess squirm a bit in the other room? Bet he’s losing his fucking mind right now with all those emotions running rampant through your bond and no way to know what they mean for sure.” She kissed me again, long and slow.

Guess she got her wish. Until she mentioned him, I’d all but forgotten about my Fae Karen. I would’ve felt bad about it, but I was still under her spell.

“He’s going to complain.” Was my voice always this low and raspy, or was it the Jo Effect?

“That’s his natural state of being,” she quipped.

“Touche.” I bit my lower lip and glanced at the door, not totally out of my head like I was every time with Cash since the Season warped my brain.

“But my body’s going to give out before we even start training.

Orgasms like that even my monster metabolism can’t handle, Jo.

What if I collapse from pleasure and hot girl kisses? ”

Jo’s loud laughter melted whatever resistance I had left. “I’ll catch you, obviously.”

Damn this beautiful and clever woman.

“Okay. You’ve convinced me. Destroy me with your powerful pleasure magic.”

She bit my lower lip and tugged it, her mouth hitched up. “I’ll do you one better. I’ll make you a whole new person with it.”

Well, damn. Okay. Death by pleasure it is.

No one was surprised when Cash complained about how long we’d spent in bed after the magical bond was created. He’d insisted on sharing a room with me afterward, arguing I’d need him soon enough.

Unfortunately, he hadn’t been wrong. The Season didn’t care that I’d just had mind-blowing sex with a femme fatale capable of magic-bending pleasure. I’d made a connection with both, and it demanded I satiate each one in equal measure.

Thankfully, I’d learned to control my urges over the next few days.

What had been a couple hours had grown to half a Fae realm day.

Their days and nights were shorter by six hours.

I only needed to get my sexy on with my two companions twice in an eighteen-hour period, and really only Cash that frequently.

The connection I had with Jo wasn’t quite so strong, but we’d made it our excuse anyway.

Tough job, but someone had to do it.

Thanks to my shitty luck, a new complication soon presented itself after long hours of training and sex. I wasn’t ever truly satisfied. An urge I couldn’t name tugged at me day and night, making it harder with each passing minute to ignore it.

I rubbed my chest, the burn nearly unbearable after we hit day nine since Aram scared the shit out of me and put his rune on my neck.

Jo stood in front of me, waiting.

I’d been training my mind with both her and Cash every chance we got between little errands to get those favors Cash needed. He never explained what any of them were, but I’d inferred enough with his ability to steal power. He was collecting them to use.

Before we could show ourselves in front of Lyra—or really any villain worth their salt—my head would need to be locked tight. The necklace Cash gave me took care of the rest.

Jo didn’t seem worried about training my abilities right away. She was convinced Lyra wouldn’t want me around now that Aram and I had a bond, but I didn’t want to waste time.

I needed to get back to Phillip and Sloan. I missed them so much it hurt. No contact with two guys I’d been wrapped up in for a year and a half was much harder than I ever thought it would be. As hard as it’d been when I didn’t know if Phillip was alive or dead. As hard as it’d been to lose Nigel.

I didn’t care if the Austrian had been a douche and a half.

I loved him, and that was painfully clear the longer I was without him.

When I got back, I’d make him talk it out with me.

I’d force the conversation the way I’d been too angry and depressed to do after losing Nigel.

And that alone motivated me to do my best as I continued to practice protecting my mind from Fae bastards bent on listening in.

Cash’s head popped into view. “What has you so anxious and uncomfortable, love? Do we need to take a little break in our room?”

Code for having sex despite everyone in here knowing perfectly well what he meant.

Cash definitely seemed to be suffering the loss of his phone and texting.

He’d leave me little notes with hand-drawn emojis about how much he despised Jo or what evilness he witnessed her do while I wasn’t in the room.

He’d left them everywhere, so sometimes I’d find Jo’s little fixes—changing the name to prissy princess or Fairy Boy, or fully rewriting it to berate him instead.

It made me smile even when it shouldn’t.

Their rivalry was a hilarious sidebar to our epic training to fight a group of super villains. I had a little pouch I’d swiped off Cash full of the notes to show to Kate later. Another motivation to get this shit done, fast and furious.

“No. Something’s not right. No matter what I do or how much with you guys, it’s like…”

Jo’s mouth thinned. “It’s your bond with Aram.”

The Dark Fae next to me soured at the thought. “If it’s affecting her—”

“It’s affecting him,” Jo supplied, her grim tone anything but comforting. “We need her mind ready. He might feel things, but from this distance, I really doubt he can read her mind through the bond.”

I gave them both a curt nod. “And I’d like to keep it that way. Okay, again.”

I thought about everything I would lose if I didn’t block them out. I thought about Kate. I thought about Grams. Then my mind wandered to the men I’d left behind who were probably going insane trying to find me.

Jo let out a sigh. A gentle smile lifted her mouth when I finally opened my eyes. “Thank fuck.”

“I hate to agree with the devil woman, but yes. You kept us both out that time.” He had his arms crossed like a proud papa. “Now do it again.”