Grace Goodwin - Hunted

Hunted: Copyright © 2019 by Grace Goodwin

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Goodwin, Grace

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This book was written for an adult audience. The book may contain explicit sexual content. Sexual activities included in this book are strictly fantasies intended for adults and any activities or risks taken by fictional characters within the story are neither endorsed nor encouraged by the author or publisher.

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Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Epilogue

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Vice Admiral Niobe, Interstellar Brides Testing Center, The Colony

“Run. You know I like the chase. I will catch you and then…”

The male’s deep voice was a rough whisper, but I heard it across the vast space between us like he was right beside me. He didn’t need to finish his sentence. I knew what he would do when he caught me. It made my skin prickle with awareness, my pussy clench with need.

I was fast.

He was faster.

I was cunning.

He was ruthless.

I was a Hunter.

I was also the hunted.

I was his prey. His desire. His mate.

And when he found me, he’d take me. Command me. Fill me. Fuck me and make me his. Completely.

I wasn’t running from him because I didn’t want him.

I was running because I did.

My heart pounded not because I was tired, but because I was excited. Eager.

And so I ran faster, for the hunt was part of the mating. I would not allow a male to claim me who was not worthy. And he would not claim me if I didn’t test him.

The terrain was steep, the trees thick, the canopy of leaves overhead blocked out much of the sunlight. The air was damp, warm. Almost sultry.

I smiled as I quickly pivoted around a large tree, leaped over a fallen log.

“You’re wet for me. I scent your pussy from here.”

I whimpered because it was true. I was slick and needy. I wasn’t just overheated from the chase, from the miles we’d covered. I was desperate for his cock. He moved so quickly, his footsteps were light upon the ground. Yet I heard him as easily as he did me. His breathing was shallow, sweat dampened his skin. I breathed him in, would recognize the dark scent anywhere. Anytime, for the rest of my life.

Most females would stop. Wait. Let her mate catch her. Gods, most females wouldn’t run to begin with. But I wasn’t most females. I was Everian. A Hunter in my own right. A warrior. And so I moved even faster. The ground was a blur beneath my feet, my hair blew back from my face from the pace.

“When I get you beneath me, mate,” he growled, “you will know who you belong to. Who owns your pussy. You’ll come when I say. On my cock. Beneath my mouth.”

The thought of his head between my thighs, his tongue on my clit, swirling and teasing that swollen bud, distracted me. I stumbled but didn’t fall.

“Ah, mate. You want my mouth on you?” He’d heard the falter in my steps. “Then let me catch you.”

I laughed, narrowed my eyes as I burst into a clearing. “Never.”

When I heard him groan, my heart leapt with joy. He wanted my fight. My spirit. My need to prove my strength before I submitted. Because I would. I would revel beneath his dominance. His strength. For while I might give over to him, I held the power over him.

My thoughts had distracted me, for all was silent. No footfall, no chase. Only the animals of the forest, the wind. He was no longer chasing.

His tactic changed. I slowed, then stopped when all remained silent.

Turning on my heel, I looked in all directions. Searched. Listened. Felt.

I heard it again.

Heartbeat.

Breath.

Inhaled what belonged to only him.

Dark scent.

I spun on my heel and there he was. Before me. I had to tilt my head back to meet his heated gaze.

“How—”

He grinned, the smile feral and yet sweet.

“It matters not, mate.” His chest expanded as he took a deep breath.

That rankled. I would not be bested so easily. I fled.

He laughed.

He caught me again. I had no idea how he did it, but I couldn’t discern his location until he was upon me. Like a cloak, shielding him. Hiding his movements.

I didn’t know this skill. It showed, for all at once I was grabbed, spun about and pressed into a tree. He touched me as if I were made of glass, even with the aggression that pumped through our veins.

“Submit,” he growled.

His hand was on my waist, the other on the tree beside my head. His full length pressed into me. Every hard inch of him. I felt his cock, the thick length against my belly.

I was torn. The power of the mating was dividing my focus. I wanted to bolt. To run. To be chased once again. More. I needed the exhilaration of it. But I craved the feel of him. His heat. His hardness.

I wanted to fall to my knees before him. I wanted to strip myself bare, lie back on the grass and part my thighs.

I wanted to get upon all fours, look over my shoulder and watch as he mounted me. Claimed me. Took me roughly, just as I needed.