Page 44 of V for Vilified (Hunter V #4)

YOLO, Bitches!

I couldn’t fight it anymore. The heat and pain were too strong, the urges too suffocating. It really felt like if I didn’t touch him, I’d die.

It was a bit surreal to regret something in real time and still do it anyway. Guess that was sort of my life up to this point—a series of mistakes all made in rapid succession and me there hoping they somehow worked out.

I could almost hear Kate’s voice in my head screaming “YOLO, bitches!” Except, she was in the other room sleeping like a rock, and I was here already regretting it.

Everything about this thing between Aram and I was completely wrong, so why did it feel so right when he finally kissed me?

Why did his mouth on mine feel so damn euphoric I couldn’t do anything but moan?

Guilt would’ve crippled me if I hadn’t been so damn relieved to cool the burn and dull the lust just enough to focus.

The beast of a man would’ve crushed me if not for my powerful genetics.

He was nearly twice my size and three times my weight.

Nothing but muscle and power, but that didn’t stop my legs from wrapping around his taut waist and my arms from slipping around his massive torso to drag him closer.

I barely registered that his wings were gone.

His tongue swept my mouth, flicking and twisting around mine like he couldn’t get enough.

He teased every sensitive place inside as if he’d been given the map to it.

Powerful hands dragged down my front and sensation exploded everywhere they touched.

It wasn’t long before I was arching into him, begging with little moans for more.

“Little mate,” he breathed in a break between kisses.

I swallowed and groaned, hips moving without permission. The ache was distracting. Only friction seemed to satiate it. So, I didn’t stop. I rocked back and forth and clung to my enemy, betraying everything I’d promised myself after making the contract with him.

“This is so fucked up…” I rasped.

His gentle hand caught me off guard as he cupped my face and stared down at me. “I’ll only satisfy the urges the way you ask, V. Nothing more and nothing less.”

Which was a bit difficult to believe when the dude was this damn hard, but as promised, he didn’t do more than kiss me. The muscles in his torso were strained, struggling for reasons unknown.

Our connection broke through the haze of the Season.

I sensed Aram’s quiet determination again, his restraint, his unmovable position on what he was willing to do.

He was…holding back? He didn’t want me to regret anything.

He wanted me to come to him because I wanted him, not because I was in pain and desperate to satisfy the Season.

It was weird to be so certain of someone else’s thoughts and emotions when I was so rarely that confident in my own. Even now, I barely understood how I felt about him and everything that was happening between us.

How did that make any sense? Why would I be so sure he’d do whatever it took to prove himself worthy? That he’d never hurt me? That he wasn’t going to take what I didn’t already want to give? It was almost as if I knew Aram better than I knew myself.

Each new emotion and thought I pulled from our connection only made me more confused.

Even Cash hadn’t held back like this. Like me, he’d used it as an excuse.

Or maybe as validation. It’d put Cash at ease knowing we were meant to be together, but Aram was different.

He wouldn’t accept anything less than my absolute, uncoerced affection.

His white hair curtained both our left and right, making it seem like we were in our own little world. It was just him and I.

Biting my lip to keep from gasping as another terrible wave of heat hit, I reached up to touch his face.

His frightening red eyes closed, his expression relaxing as my fingers brushed his cheekbone.

“You really don’t want to do anything that would hurt me, whether it’s emotional or physical, huh?

” I whispered, and his eyes shot back open, pupils the size of pinpoints.

“You’re afraid of me regretting this and losing the chance to convince me to stay. ”

His lips thinned before his eyes darted to my mouth. “Yes.”

“So if I told you to stop…”

“I would,” he breathed, his eyes flitting from my lips to my eyes. “I’m not a monster despite what they might say, and not even the Season can make me become one.”

I fought the urge to say I was apparently collecting monsters if he asked Big.

And sadly, it was getting harder to rebuke him on that particular topic.

Cash and Jo were more of a villain than he’d been since we met.

More than his thoughts and memories suggested.

What if they got it wrong? What if it was some millennia-long misunderstanding?

It couldn’t be coercion. Something in my gut told me I’d know if he used it on me. I’d sensed it the minute he used it on Phillip and Rayis, and I hadn’t felt it since. But I was convinced that even if he wanted to use it on me—which he didn’t—he couldn’t.

The pain of the Season was creeping back in, but I did everything I could to ignore it. “And if I told you I never wanted you to touch me again…?”

His clawed thumb brushed across my lower lip. “Is that what you really want, V? You have all the power here. I can’t read your mind like you can read mine, so you’ll have to tell me. Do you want me to stop touching you?”

“No.”

The word took us both by surprise because I hadn’t planned to answer that way at all.

I’d planned to tell him to stop. I’d fully intended to put an end to this and suffer the next however long it took to end the torture, if only to prove I could.

But why did it feel like I’d lose more that way?

Why did it feel like I’d be betraying myself if I didn’t give in?

Aram’s lips twitched up. “No?”

Now it was my turn to stare at his mouth, the lustful fog making it difficult to form coherent sentences. “No…I don’t think that’s what I want.”

“You don’t think?” He chuckled, his rich baritone guttural and doing terrible things to me, and then he leaned in close.

“That won’t do, little mate. You need to be certain.

Demand what you deserve, what you want, and let no one and nothing stand in your way.

If you learn one thing from our time together, let it be that. ”

His mouth teased mine with the faintest of strokes. The snag of his fang on my lower lip sent a thrill down my spine.

“Do you want me to touch you?”

“Yes,” I whispered, hating myself for it but unable to deny it anymore.

“How?” His husky voice was right next to my ear. “And let it be known, little hybrid, only you could ever command a god…” he taunted, his amusement in every word.

I didn’t like how cocky he’d gotten, so my next words were meant to put him in his place, but I only realized after I’d said them that they’d put me into mine. “I want you to do what you fantasized about doing earlier.”

His smile faded. “You’re privy to my fantasies?”

I couldn’t be smug when the dark and dangerous look he gave me made me worried I’d started a goddamn fire. “Uh…”

“I’m curious, little mate, what did you see?” His hand slid under the hem of the chemise I wore and flashes of me naked under him came through our bond.

I gasped.

His voice had dropped so many octaves it might’ve summoned darkness itself. “Describe it to me so I can do exactly what you saw. I wouldn’t want to disappoint my mate.”

In my head, I saw him between my legs, thrusting his tongue inside me, clawed hands wrapped around my thighs. Fantasy me arched and sunk my hands into his hair, moaning his name in ecstasy.

I didn’t like how hot it made me to see him doing it to me or to wonder what it’d feel like to see and feel it at the same time. It was a total and complete mind fuck. A whole new world to experience and see happen from both points of view. I was having a little trouble wrapping my head around it.

Even under the influence of the Season, my sudden embarrassment broke through, and my skin was flushed before I could stop it.

“Just…stuff,” I mumbled dumbly.

His hand skimmed my leg until he was nearly at my panty line, his palm large enough to eclipse most of my thigh.

The brush of his thumb on my sensitive inner skin sent me into a full shocked breath.

My spine curved off the bed, and I barely bit back another moan when he gripped my thigh and dragged my legs wider apart.

His voice was next to my ear again, his hair tickling my face and neck.

“Was it perhaps when I thought about spearing my tongue into your sweet cunt and having my fill of your taste?” His hoarse whisper tantalized the thought into my head.

“Or could it be when I dreamed about sinking my fangs into your breast at the same time as plunging my cock as deep as it can go inside you? Until your little belly is bulging from it?”

Another assault of images flooded my head.

His fangs in my breast. My leg hooked over his arm.

His enormous, ribbed cock— wait, why the fuck is it ribbed?

—lining up with my pussy before penetrating.

My stomach swelling with every forward thrust. I saw the me in his fantasy cling to the bedsheets, head arched back, exhaling bliss between heady groans.

My panties were soaking wet when I finally dragged myself out of his fantasy. It was a struggle to take in air or answer. The greedy thing between my legs constricted several times in anticipation of him doing everything I’d seen in my head.

I should hate it. I shouldn’t want him as badly as I did. I needed to remember all the promises I’d made to myself earlier that day and all the people who’d be hurt if I gave in. But I wasn’t. I couldn’t. I’d been doomed the night his rune appeared on my neck.

“Can’t speak? You never struck me as shy, little hybrid,” his baritone taunted me.

A sound left my throat, but it was too late. I’d clung to him and rubbed myself against his hard length covered by thin fabric. “I’m not. Let’s see if you’re as good as your fantasies, you Nether bastard.”

His nostrils flared before the chemise I wore was ripped right off my body. My bra and panties went next. Aram retracted his claws after, but his fangs were somehow longer as he snaked down my body and guided my legs over his shoulders.

“Your wings…” I murmured, suddenly realizing they were gone.

His smug grin hovered between my thighs, every word out of his mouth hitting my sensitive opening with hot air. “I’m sure they’ll be out in no time—and then I’ll show you how much fun it can be to fuck a Fae who can fly, little mate.”

I covered my face with an arm, but his chuckle told me my intrigue had made it through our connection. And even if it hadn’t, my shaky legs were sure to send the message. I was vibrating from top to bottom, the Season’s effect on me wreaking havoc again.

The kissing only subdued it for a few minutes. I’d seen how much it took with Jo and Cash. Now I was giving myself over to Aram, the guy meant to be my enemy, and instead of feeling guilty, I only felt excited. Eager.

Relieved.

I wanted this. Fuck, I wanted this huge beast they called a god so damn bad I didn’t care how it happened, only that it did.

The first swipe of his tongue was almost too much sensation. After all my lovers, I didn’t think I could experience anything new. I didn’t think there was any pleasure I hadn’t tapped into. But having my mind stimulated at the same time as my body was insanely erotic.

Flashes of what he did to me, of what he wanted to do, of how he felt as he did it, the pure euphoria consuming him as he sunk his tongue in deep, the length of it snake-like and far from human, was intense and scary.

I wasn’t ready for it. I tried to crawl up the bed, but the hands on my thighs kept me from going far.

His glowing red stare pinned me to the spot before he plunged deeper, a low growl vibrating against my folds.

I clung to the bed for dear life, already on the edge of an orgasm.

He lapped at my clit and licked my slick off his lips.

His thumb stimulated the nub of nerves at the top of my slit until I was coming with a groan.

Then it was a flash of movement. His fangs sunk into my breast, my leg hooked over his arm, and his cock pushed inside until I swallowed every bit of him. And there was a lot of him. I hadn’t felt this full since Sloan and Phillip took me at the same time in the shower.

I sucked in a sharp breath, a swarm of sensation exploding everywhere.

With the bond and his relentless thrusts, it was hard to do anything but moan and try not to come too fast. Every thrust was deep enough that it seemed to hit places no one ever had.

My insides were battered by the time my climax took me.

I came so hard my vision went black and it took several seconds to return.

Me, the supernatural monster hybrid.

Aram didn’t stop. He lifted me and spread his wings.

His eyes were so bright they cast their own light when they shot off another direction.

He was upright on his knees with me clinging to him, and his black feathers fluttered as he continued to slam into me, dropping me on his massive arm-sized dick over and over.

I expected more words from him, but he’d become more animal than man the longer we were under the spell of the Season’s lust. He didn’t say anything.

Grunts were the only form of communication he had.

Not that I was any better. All I could do was curse and hold onto him, stimulated both in mind and body.

The assault of emotions and images hadn’t stopped. If anything, they were stronger and much harder to ignore. I was experiencing our sex from both ends. It was fucking crazy.

“Oh, god,” I moaned, my fourth orgasm hitting out of nowhere.

Aram cursed something I didn’t understand. It sounded like the language he’d spoken earlier. Liquid was pouring out of me as I quaked in his arms. He started to move again, but then abruptly stopped.

I was too out of it to notice the alarm radiating through our connection. Suddenly, we were surrounded. Glitter swirled and vortexed. Several men with sparkly wings had Aram frozen in place, his feathered wings spread aggressively and body blocking me from the offenders.

Except, they weren’t.

I covered myself with the sheet and caught sight of the leader. Big.

“Hey, little vampire. Sorry to interrupt…whatever this is. Thought you might want a hand getting out of the sticky pickle you got yourself into,” Goth Tinkerbell Dude said, keeping Aram in his sights.

“Lucky for you, you’ve made friends with the Wings Prince and the last surviving royalty of the Sybil Kingdom. ”