I Bought A Male Escort, Turns Out He's The Lycan King

Chapter 20 KAT I glanced down at my food-stained T-shirt, then back at the man staring through the camera like he meant to devour me. My heart skipped a beat. My body had already rebelled the moment I heard his voice. He could have warned me he was coming back. I'd spent the day bingeing, catching up on assignments, and preparing for presentations, just to get my thoughts away from Mr Watson and work. "Kitty?" I pressed the buzzer to let him in, then raced to the bathroom.

My contact case was still on the bathroom counter; I slipped the green lenses back in with trembling fingers, blinking until my reflection returned to its disguise. The T-shirt hit the floor a second later. Goddess. This double life wasn't for everyone. I'd have to figure out how to manage it when Hunter was around. The vitamin bottle caught my eye. My weekly suppressant. I downed it quickly, then raced back to the bedroom, rifling for something to wear. The door opened before I could, and the man himself walked in. For a second, I was struck by how wrecked he looked. Had he been drinking?

Had something gone wrong? But his gaze slid down my body, and whatever shadows had been in his eyes vanished, replaced by that raw, hungry fire that always weakened my knees. Hunter should have come with a warning. He wasn't for the faint-hearted. The dress I'd pulled out dropped from my fingers, leaving me in my lace boy shorts. My chest rose and fell, the seconds stretching while his gaze burned my skin. When his eyes met mine again, he pulled his T-shirt over his head, teasing me slowly like he'd done on our first night. His abs were a work of art.

His muscles were taut as he moved to undo his jeans, and when he stripped them away, my heart almost gave out. The night in the hotel, he'd kept his boxers on. In the shower, I'd been too overwhelmed to look down. But now Hunter stood before me without a stitch, and my eyes widened at the full, unobstructed view. I'd known he was big, but seeing his rock-hard cock in its entirety made a whimper escape my throat. Length and girth. Veiny, solid, straining. It looked dangerous. If he'd been a wolf, he'd give someone a good knot. Biting my lip, I forced my gaze back to his.

He hadn't moved beyond shedding his clothes. Was he deliberately torturing me? My panties were already soaked, and I didn't know if I'd ever breathe right again. "Tell me what you need from me, Miss Munroe." His voice cracked. I watched the muscles in his throat work as he swallowed, mesmerised. Everything about him was sexy. I no longer believed it had anything to do with my experience, but the man himself. He could turn any woman into a puddle. "I... I don't know," I whispered. "Where's the woman who dragged me home that night?" His eyes burned into me.

"Bring her back to me, Miss Munroe." He'd used my last name, not Kitty. Is that what he wanted? A woman who could take control? I'd been that girl before he turned me inside out and showed me I knew nothing. My brain short-circuited whenever he was near. "Okay," I breathed. And then I cleared my throat and tried again, more firmly. "Okay." His cock twitched, and my gaze dropped helplessly. Drooling again, I made up my mind. "I want to taste you," I said. He closed his eyes as a guttural sound tore from his throat. It was the sexiest sound I'd ever heard.

My legs carried me forward before I'd even thought until I stood close enough to touch. It was almost as if he'd hypnotised me. My hand rose and wrapped around him. He was so big that my fingers didn't meet. Another sound from the back of his throat. Another twitch. Smooth and velvety, but unyielding. And so hot in my hand. Still gripping it, I moved my hand down and then back up. When I moved it down again, I cupped him, testing the weight in my hand. When Hunter groaned, my eyes snapped up to his face. His eyes were still closed, and he'd tipped his head back a little.

He looked like a painting. Or a sculpture. Michelangelo's David had come to life. How could he be so beautiful? Still hypnotised by him, I dropped to my knees, coming face to face with the cock that had opened my eyes to this life that I'd never have had with my family. My hand trembled when I guided him to my mouth and pushed him between my lips. Hunter groaned again, and his hand fisted my hair. "Take what you want, Kitty," he rasped, pressing into me. My mouth stretched around him, and I suddenly panicked. I'd never done this before; I didn't know what the hell I was doing.

I'd never researched this beyond the technicalities. But there was this thing at the back of my mind that wanted to please him, so I opened wider, creating a seal around him until he hit the back of my throat. He made that sound again, and his hand tightened in my hair. "How do you do this to me?" he whispered, voice breaking. He eased out and then back in. He tasted amazing. I groaned, using my tongue to explore and taste more of him as he moved. My jaw was already protesting, but I liked the way his voice shook as if I affected him the same way. As if I held all the power on my knees.

As I was savouring my power over him, he pulled out. A second later, he had me against the wall, panties ripped, with my legs wrapped around him. I hadn't realised how wet I was until he thrust his cock inside me, instantly hitting that spot that made me gasp and curl my toes. "Hunter!" My arms tightened around him, holding on while he made me lose my mind. It only took moments to reach that peak. I would have been happy to slide back to my feet and call it a night, but Hunter turned, carrying me to the bed without pulling out of me.

He thrust deeper and faster, almost drilling me into the mattress. It was almost like a frenzy, an uncontrolled, completely unhinged moment where I couldn't do anything but hold on. I came again, hard enough to scream his name. I was boneless when he pulled me up into his lap. His fingers bit into my hips as he slammed me down onto him, using me like I was a sex doll. There was a desperation in his movements, in every groan, in the way he said my name. I lost count of how many times I shattered. And finally, he stilled and tensed, and then pulsed inside me.

"Kitty," he groaned, dragging my mouth down to his, kissing me just as desperately as he'd fucked me. I felt bulldozed. Wrecked. I thought I'd had the upper hand, but Hunter had wrung every bit of pleasure out of me, mastering my body like it was an instrument he could play in his sleep. When our lips parted, I met his gaze. And froze. His eyes- Were they red? Joseph King