“Finally awake,” Emma said. “How are you feeling?”
“Hurt,” Hunt replied. “Everywhere.”
“Yeah,” Levi replied. “That’ll happen to you for a bit. But I guess you’re strong enough to walk?”
Hunt looked down at his legs, trying to get on his feet. He was wobbly for a few moments, but then he stabilized himself. “Yeah, I can.”
“Good, then we need to meet the pack.”
As they walked, Hunt turned to Emma, his eyes asking the question that his lips could not. He was a Hunter, and she had brought him into her home, where there were paranormals. He had hunted and killed them all of his life, and now he was in a place full of them. How was he allowed to stay alive or even walk among them?
“Why are they…” Hunt began, but then the doors in front of him opened to reveal everyone.
Levi waved a hand. “This is everyone—Aaron, Orson, Axle, Natalie, Bingwen, Jackson, Lyra, and members of the Dragon and Werewolf packs of Ridgeshire and beyond. We’re the ones working to stop Garret, and from what Emma told us, you did a great job and nearly stopped him yourself. So, we’d like to ask for your help taking down Garret. We need help finding him, and stopping him, so what do you say?”
Hunt turned to Emma. “Did you bring my jacket?”
One of the younger paranormals, one Levi had referred to as Chase, rushed off and returned with Hunt’s jacket. Holding it up to his head, Hunt channeled some magic into it, and from the inside of the jacket, a rolled-up parchment fell right through. Emma gasped, drawing a smile from Hunt.
“This is the map and the ritual which Garret needed to get to the other side. I switched it out before I destroyed the bag, knew that we would have a better need for it.”
Levi smiled at him. “Welcome to the team.”
Epilogue - Hunt
It was easy to imagine it, waking up in a soft bed with Emma beside him. He was awake, his dreamy eyes staring at her face as the sun rose over the horizon behind him. His bare chest heaved lightly as he watched her quietly, letting her sleep in peace.
“That’s creepy,” Emma said.
“It’s all I want to do, Emma,” Hunt began, his voice almost a whisper. “I can’t say how much you’ve changed me. You saved my life, and not just in the fights; you saved my soul, and I’ll forever owe you for that.”
Emma smiled, running her finger across his hairy chest. “I know one way you can repay me.”
“Yeah?” Hunt asked as she pulled his face closer to her own.
Emma kissed the side of his cheek as his lips quickly danced over her face, kissing her appreciatingly. She meant everything to him, and Hunt was going to show her just how much he cared for her. His hand slipped into her nightie, toying with her nipple slightly as he kissed her gently, passionately rubbing his hardening cock against her.
Emma kissed him back, her hands running all over his body, showing her desire. She moved her shoulder slowly, slipping out of her nightdress. Hunt looked down at her bare breasts, smiling at her. Emma pulled him in for a kiss again and then brought his ear next to her lips, licking it sensually.
“Fuck me, Hunt…hard.”
He didn’t need any other words. Hunt quickly trailed down her body, kissing her midsection sensually as his tonguedanced around her navel, trailing down to her well-trimmed pussy. He lifted her thighs to the side of her face, allowing his tongue to reach her pleasure spot with ease.
Emma’s moans traveled with the sun’s rays that came in through the window, loud and passionate. Hunt pinned her down, his tongue delivering an oral sermon for the ages. Hunt watched her hands grab at the sheets, her thighs squeezing against his face as he sucked and licked, his hands reaching up around her thighs to play with her nipples as he worked her pussy.
Emma lunged into an orgasm, her body shaking from the experience, leaving Hunt to hold on to her. He allowed her a moment before flipping her to her side and entering her from behind. With one hand, he reached over to touch her clit, rubbing her gently as he began fucking her, thrusting his hips as quickly as he could.
The moans caused her to throw her head back, nestling her neck against his lips. He kissed the back of her head, playing with her breast with his other free arm. The sound of his hips slamming against her backside over and over aroused him, as he watched her bubbly butt bounce around from each impact.
Her perfectly curvy figure made for a pleasant image. Wanting more, Hunt pulled out of her, flipping her over to her back and pulling her to the edge of the bed. Emma smiled as he strapped her legs over his shoulder, looking down at her as he entered her. Each thrust was made with a fiery passion in the back of his mind. This was the life he wanted with her.
Emma was a gift, one he had been blessed with. He locked eyes with her, plowing through her. They held hands, allowing him to pull Emma deeper and deeper into him. Hunt picked upthe pace, moving faster and faster as he felt the buildup in his cock.
Emma began to clench around him, a sign that she was close as well. Her words came together in a jumbled incoherent mess, egging him on to go faster, harder, deeper. Emma came with Hunt still inside her. Watching her body vibrate with pleasure drove Hunt wild with desire. He let her legs fall, looking to get into missionary position, but Emma wobbled upright.
“No, my turn,” Emma said. “I’m going to make you feel special.”
She pulled him to the bed and quickly straddled him, guiding his cock to her passage. Once it was in, Emma let out a shallow moan, before she began bouncing up and down. Emma steadied herself with her arms leaning into him, allowing her to use her superhuman speed. Hunt felt ecstatic. The sensation was unlike anything he had ever felt.