Chapter Forty-seven
Faelen’s POV
It had been days since Hunter and I had slept together in his private chambers, and I couldn’t shake the feeling of anticipation that hung over me.
I had expected him to summon me, to call me back into his world, but nothing had happened.
The only connection we seemed to have now was through brief glances across the estate, moments that felt electric but ended in silence as he turned his face away.
It was as if I was a ghost to him, someone he couldn’t quite face after our shared secret.
Every time I caught his eye, my heart raced with hope, only for it to sink when he shifted his gaze. He seemed angry, and I didn’t know how to reach out to him.
He was the Alpha, after all, unless he summoned me or needed something, I wouldn’t dare approach him.
I kept praying for him to call on me though, not only because I wanted to see him, but also because I needed to gather something useful to share with Raven upon her return.
It was getting harder to reconcile my growing feelings for Hunter with the necessity of my role as a spy.
Raven had impressively slipped in and out of the pack unnoticed by everyone except me.
Her ability to blend into the shadows and move like breeze, filled me with admiration, but it also left me feeling uncertain about my own skills.
I could never be like her, remaining a spy after this mission. I wanted a life of myself, and I wasn’t going to throw that away for a life of secrecy.
After all, I had tasted something deep and strange with Hunter, and I couldn’t bear the thought of things being this way again.
My mind wandered back to the last council meeting, where I’d been selected to serve the council members.
I remembered how Hunter had seemed to distract me even as I tried to focus on my task, our eyes meeting for a brief moment before he dragged his away.
He also seemed so protective of me these last few days, and part of me wondered if he was simply showing possessiveness to anyone who showed me kindness, or if he was just being his cruel self.
It was frustratingly open to multiple interpretations, and I found myself hungry for clarity.
After waiting for what felt like an eternity, I decided it was time to take a risk. I spotted Hunter leaving his office, and I decided I needed to seize the opportunity.
I couldn’t sit back and wait for him any longer, I needed information before Raven returned. Besides, I needed to know how he was.
I quickly grabbed a bottle of wine and a glass, glancing around to make sure no one was watching.
My heart raced as I crept toward Hunter’s office, my mind racing with possibilities of what I might find there.
Once inside, I placed the bottle on the table, taking in the familiar presence of his beautifully structured office.
On the desk, files, maps, letters, and books were sprawled out as usual, as if he had been working non-stop.
I was scared of what I was about to do, but I felt a sense of determination burn deep within me.
I didn’t know exactly what I was looking for, but I was sure that I would recognize it when I saw it.
As I attempted to go through the papers, a noise caught my attention, but I was too caught up in my search to notice the footsteps approaching the door.
Suddenly, the doorknob turned, and panic rushed through me. I scrambled to move away from the desk, my heart racing as I turned to see Hunter walking in.
“Faelen?” he said, surprise drawn across his face.
He gently closed the door behind him, and my stomach twisted. I was caught.
“What are you doing here?” he asked, his voice steady, but I could hear the tension in it.
I panicked and blurted out, “I… I was sent to bring the bottle of wine.” I stammered, pointing to the bottle laid out on the opposite table.
The lie tasted bitter on my tongue, but it was all I could think of that moment.
Hunter stood there, staring at me, and somehow, I found the courage to meet his gaze, my heart pounding.
I expected him to yell at me, or throw me out, but instead, a smirk slowly crept across his face.
Confusion quickly came over me. “What?” I asked, unable to hide my surprise.
Why was he smiling like that when I felt so… exposed?
Hunter approached his desk, still carrying that smirk on his face. He didn’t look at me, but just set down the file that he had been holding in his hands.
“You know you could have just said you wanted to see me,” he then said, shaking his head, still without looking at me.
Caught off guard, I tried to fake ignorance, but it was useless. Hunter could see right through me, and I bowed my head, unable to give a response.
I felt a little bit of embarrassment and relief flood through me after that.
I opened my mouth to speak, but the words caught in my throat. I was unsure of how to explain myself.
I swallowed hard, my heart racing at the intimacy of the moment.
Hunter’s expression shifted, and I could see the weight of his own internal struggle reflected in his eyes.
After a moment of us both standing there, our eyes locked in an intense gaze, Hunter took a step forward.
As he stepped closer, I felt the energy between us shoot through my body, a magnetic pull that grew stronger with each moment.
His intense gaze bore into mine, and I could feel my heart racing, my breath hitching in my throat.
The tension was almost visible between us, electrifying, and I knew we could no longer deny what was between us.
In an instant, Hunter closed the distance, capturing my face in his hands. Our lips met softly at first, but the kiss quickly deepened, igniting a fire within me.
I melted into him, feeling the strength of his body against mine as I let myself be swept away.
His arms wrapped around me, pulling me close, and I felt safe and wanted in a way I had never experienced before.
The kiss intensified, growing more urgent as our passions took over. Hunter’s hands tangled in my hair, his touch setting off every nerve in my body.
I pressed against him, craving more, wanting to feel every inch of him. The world around me quickly faded, leaving only the warmth of his body and taste of his lips on mine.
Soon, we stumbled back toward his desk, our kisses becoming wild, a fierce wrestle of lips and tongues against each other’s.
Hunter’s hands explored my body, sending shivers down my spine. I gasped as he pulled me closer, our bodies colliding with longing.
With a sudden urgency, Hunter lifted me effortlessly, and I wrapped my legs around his waist as he set me down on the table.
His movement sent the bottle of wine crashing to the floor and exploding, spilling its content on the floor, yet, none of us paid it any mind.
That’s how difficult it was for us to pull away from each other.
He pressed me against the table, the hardness against my back. Pushing himself over me, I could feel his heart pounding against my own chest, matching mine.
His kisses swiftly trailed down my neck, leaving a trail of his warm, invisible mark mapped across my skin.
Hunter suddenly pulled off and our eyes met again. Unable to quench the fire in us, my tenseness gave way, and slowly, I widened my legs.
Hunter then pushed himself fully in between me, in response to my invitation. Then roughly, we struggled to pull off the fabrics on our bodies.
Once almost completely naked, Hunter’s kisses continued to advance further down my body until it hit the jackpot.
He buried his face between my thighs and his tongue met with the gracious folds of my clit.
I let out a moan as soon as I felt the warm wetness of his tongue against my most sensitive part.
“Ohh!” I cried as he ran his tongue around it, throbbing it and gently flicking the tip of his tongue around its pointy edge.
I reveled in the satisfying pleasures it brought me, making sounds I never knew I was capable of making.
The sounds seemed to become music to Hunter’s ears, as the more I moaned, the harder he went.
He sucked and teased it with expertise, skillfully moving his tongue around the entrance to my core… navigating and maneuvering about my bundle of nerves.
After a while, he slipped his tongue in and out of my opening teasingly, then went back to gliding his tongue around the entirety of my lustrous womanhood.
Unable to contain the excitement running through my body, I grabbed onto his hair, tugging at it as he went on and on.
The pleasure he fed me was so overwhelming, my vibrating moans doing all the approval he needed to keep going.
Gently… sometimes roughly… he indulged my parts with just his tongue and lips so good, until I finally peaked at me climax, exploding and flooding as my whole body vibrated and convulsed repeatedly.