The Hunter (Monsters and Beauties #2) Read Online Jenika Snow

Categories Genre: Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Monsters and Beauties Series by Jenika Snow
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Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 38179 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 191(@200wpm)___ 153(@250wpm)___ 127(@300wpm)
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My pussy tingled. The traitorous bitch.

I felt the gentle scrape of a deadly claw move down my temple and I sucked in a sharp breath.

Because it felt good.

“I’ve never wanted anything more than I do you.” I felt his warm breath brushing along my face and neck.

He leaned in again, and I felt a stream of air along the shell of my ear, the wet sensation of his nose moving against my cheek.

I didn’t know why I did it, but I closed my eyes and shivered. It should have disgusted me that Wolf was so close to me, touching me. But when I felt something warm and wet slide along the side of my face, and heard him rumble low, I couldn’t stop the arousal that suddenly claimed me.

I also couldn’t stop the little moan that slipped past my parted lips.

He was licking me, dragging his enormous tongue along my face and tasting me. I felt my pulse beating right between my thighs.

Wolf pressed against my body, his fur thick but soft. The tips of my fingers tingled, urging me to reach up and touch him. I didn’t know what was wrong with me, why I wasn’t screaming and crying and trying to escape right now.

But Lord help me, I didn’t want to move. I didn’t want him to stop.

And so I didn’t move, and instead leaned in closer, lifting my hands, and just as I was about to place them on his chest, curling my fingers into his fur, he took a step back.

It surprised me at how… disappointed I was at that.

When I opened my eyes, he made this sound deep within his chest. Was he… was he laughing at my reaction? My cheeks heated, and I gritted my teeth as I tried to push the embarrassment away.

But when I stared into his face, I saw nothing but that stoniness he wore so well. I noticed his nostrils were flaring and his chest was rising and falling.

He was affected. The same as I was.

I looked at his jaw, neck, and finally his chest. I felt that nausea rise back up in me. How the hell had I forgotten he was covered in blood?

Was I so starved for any kind of attention that common sense and my survival instinct had suddenly taken a back seat?

He held his paw out to me and I stared down at it, but didn’t make a move to give him my hand, which he obviously wanted.

He gave a frustrated growl and was the one to take my hand then, his touch still gentle though. Wolf held my palm in his and the sheer size difference between us… amongst other things, startled me all over again.

Everything about Wolf was magnified.

As a bigger, curvier girl my entire life, I’d never felt “tiny”. Not that I ever wanted to be. This was how I was made, and I embraced the hell out of it. But right now, looking up at this seven-foot beast, I felt minuscule. Breakable.

And why did I feel turned on because of that?

I let him lead me through the forest, the night so thick that it was impossible for me to see anything. So I had to trust him, even if I had no reason to.

We didn’t walk very far from the mouth of the cave before the sound of babbling water broke the silence. Although I felt exhaustion over everything, when we broke through the clearing and I could see a small trickling waterfall that led to a generous pool of water, which then continued downstream, some of my tiredness faded.

My body ached from running and trying—and failing—to get away from Wolf. On top of the fact I’d fallen a few times in the chase and was pretty sure I had some nasty bruises hidden under my clothes, I felt this almost serene sense being out here.

I wasn’t afraid despite the thick darkness surrounding us, and predators nearby. How could I when Wolf stood a foot from me and all I could keep remembering was him telling me he’d destroy anything that thought to hurt me?

There was this ethereal sort of glow being cast along the top of the water, and a cool breeze took that moment to brush over me, moving the tendrils of my hair along my shoulders.

I was so lost in thought and appreciation of the view that I didn’t realize Wolf was urging me down to sit on a large boulder at the water’s edge.

For a second I just looked up at him, and there was this strange heaviness that seemed to surround us as he stared right back at me. He made another sound, a series of grunts and purrs, before he turned and headed toward the water.

I’d wondered more than once if I was dreaming. Because all of this was just too unrealistic to be life. But it felt real. He felt real.



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