Escaping Death
Chapter 37

Solana

Hunter’s body collapses onto mine with a pained sigh of relief. The hardness of his cock is impossible to miss as he presses his hips against mine. He kisses me like a starved man, like the hungry wolf that he is, like he’s trying to make up for the last four years. Four years of pain, four years of silent tears, four years without his touch or his love. He’s making up for lost time and I let him, because maybe I’m making up for lost time too.

Our kiss is frantic and desperate; desperate to be closer, desperate to connect, to consume. Our tongues spar with one another, our teeth clash, and I buck and writhe beneath him seeking the friction my body aches for.

The world around us could descend into chaos but we’d never know it, all that exists to us is us. His green eyes pierce through mine, professing his love for me with just a look like he used to all those years ago.

“Hunter,” I moan as he kisses and nips down my jaw, stopping to suck on my marking spot like he used to do.

“I missed you so much, Sunflower. So fucking much,” he confesses. He kisses down my collar bone and slips his large hand beneath my shirt to cup my breast.

A sob threatens to erupt from within me but I smother it by grabbing the back of his neck and slamming our mouths together again.

He breaks away from our kiss, propping himself up on his knees between my spread legs. Despite the raucous noise from the rain as it hammers against the roof above us I can hear every beat of his racing heart.

With the greatest care, he peels my leggings down my hips, over my ass, and down my legs, discarding them off to the side. Then he grabs the bottom hem of my shirt and lifts it over my head as I sit up and stretch up my arms to make it easier for him.

I quickly fold my arms over my chest, overcome with a shyness about exposing my body to him. It makes no sense to me. Four years ago he owned me body and soul. He has seen me inside and out, for better and for worse, exposed physically and emotionally…so why am I suddenly so insecure?

Because you’ve bared yourself to him before and got burned for it, I think to myself but my wolf huffs at my train of thought. She’s always loved Hunter and Fox, and she’s obviously quicker to forgive and forget than I am. Thirsty beast.

Hunter cups my face in both hands and kisses me tenderly, lovingly, reverently. Slowly my arms melt back down to my sides, my body obeying his call to trust him and give in to him.

This time when he pulls away his eyes scan my body from head to toe, watching the frantic rise and fall of my breasts, drinking in my curves and my new ink, fixating on his name on my chest. I let the tattooed claw marks fade from my skin so his name is left unadulterated and whole once more.

“Sol,” his breath hitches in his throat and he drops down to my chest, kissing the ink over my heart before capturing my pert nipple in his mouth. He circles his tongue around my hardened bud, sucking it gently into his mouth before biting at the soft flesh at the underside of my breast.

He trails heated kisses down my stomach making my body flare with heat. He’s always like to torture me and tease me. Apparently some things never change.

“Have you missed me, Sunflower?” He whispers against the apex of my thighs. “You smell as good as ever,” he uses two fingers to tug my panties to the side before dropping his mouth to my cunt without any preamble.

His tongue mirrors what he did to my nipple, circling my clit and sliding between my folds. Instinctively my legs curve over his shoulders, trapping his head between my thighs. Fuck, that feels good.

He cups his hands beneath the curve of my ass and tugs at my panties but his mouth feels too good to let go of. If he wants my panties off then he’ll have to rip them off.

I can feel him smirk against my pussy, he knows exactly what he’s doing to me and he’s loving every second of it. His claws extend and tear easily through the silky material, leaving me completely bare before him on the back porch of his modest pack house.

There’s so much I still want to say and to discuss, but my thoughts scatter when pleasure ripples through my body every time he licks or sucks me just right.

My fire hasn’t forgotten him, and though those furnaces had gone cold, with a hard press of his thumb against my clit the combustion of my orgasm reignite the flames that had once burned only for him.

“Hmm,” Hunter’s disappointed hum vibrates through my core prolonging the aftershocks of my peak. “We’re going to try that again, Sunflower, and you’re going to moan my name when you cum. I will not stop until you do, no matter how many orgasms it takes. Do you understand?”

Oh, fuck, now this is the Hunter I remember. “Yes,” I breathe, already panting with renewed anticipation.

He slaps my pussy, making me cry out with another pulsing aftershock.

“Yes, what, little wolf?”

“Yes, Sir.”

Hunter beams at me with a smile that promises I’m in for a rough fucking night. And I’m so fucking here for it.

Hunter dives back down between my legs, feasting on my already over-sensitive flesh. His tongue makes slow, sweet love to my folds and my clit, licking and sucking on me like it’s a goddamn privilege and not a chore.

I peak faster, not having fully recovered from my first. My climax is a rapid, white-hot flash of pleasure that rips his name from my tongue.

“Hunter!” My scream drowns in the steady white noise of the rain.

“There’s my good girl,” he kisses me, allowing me to taste myself on his tongue and it’s beyond arousing.

He divests himself of his shirt and then lays beside me giving me a look that says “you know what to do.” I practically tear at his pants, the scratches on his thighs proving that I may definitely have literally torn off his pants but I don’t care because he now lays beneath me with his thick cock at full mast.

I climb on top of him, intentionally sliding his cock through my slick folds.

“Solana, please.” My name on his lips is said like a prayer, and now after four years it’s been answered.

Without touching his cock with anything but my pussy, I slide forward so his head is notched at my entrance. Then very carefully I slide back down, making sure that his head penetrates my folds and his length stretches and fills my core.

I moan desperately and choke on an emotional sob. It feels so right to be connected as one with him. We’re not two people anymore, we’re two halves of the same whole…he makes me whole.

Hunter’s hands grip my hips and begin rocking me against him, lifting me up and down so I’m bouncing on his cock. Time stands still or ceases to exist altogether, it could have been 10 minutes, it could have been an hour or a whole goddamn day of me riding his length, of him thrusting up into me, of us being connected at the lips and hips.

Our breathing synchronizes, increasing at the same rate, our breathy grunts become vocal moans and heady groans.

He sits up, arms wrapped around my waist, and thrusts us into each other harder and faster. Within seconds of this new pace, with my clit rubbing against the base of his cock, I topple over the edge once more. The spasming of my walls sends him spiraling towards his own release. He growls out as he spills himself inside of me, then he tucks me against his chest, both of us panting and out of breath.

He drags me down to the bed with him, still locked inside of me unwilling to withdraw so soon. We lay face to face, my leg thrown over his and his still hard cock occupying my body. For a moment we’re thrown back in time, smiling and nuzzling one another getting lost in the memories that bind us together.

“Can I draw us a bath, Sunflower? Or would you prefer a shower?” He asks me as he tucks a rogue strand of my unnaturally dark brown-black hair behind my ear.

A heat like a rash flashes down my body and the last thing I want is a hot bath. “I have a better idea,” I grin mischievously and then take off, ass naked through the rain towards the woods at the edge of their backyard.

Hunter is hot on my tail, catching me and pinning me only a few hundred meters into the woods. The cool rain feels so good against my burning skin, steam rises from the contact.

“You know better than to run from me, little wolf.” Hunter chides playfully.

“What are you going to do about it?” I taunt him back, knowing full well what he’ll do.

And fuck, he doesn’t disappoint. Like the animals we are, he takes me again and again in those woods. Following our baser, more primal instincts, he fucks me against trees and on the soft forest floor. And when my fire relents and the cool rain raises goosebumps on my skin, Hunter carries me back to the house for a proper shower.

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Hunter

It doesn’t seem real having Solana here in my bed after all these years. I’ve dreamed of this exact scenario daily, and now that it’s a reality I can hardly accept that it’s not another one of my dreams.

Despite us growing up together and knowing her for nearly a century, my dreams still don’t live up to Solana in the flesh. Her scent, her warmth, the content sighs.

“Hunter?” She purrs my name, still exhausted with fatigue.

“I’m here, Sunflower,” I whisper against her ear, pressing a kiss to her temple.

“What did you mean when you said she’s scattered across the continent?” Her question comes out of left field, momentarily stunning me.

I don’t want to regress back into hostilities, I can’t take not having her in my life any longer. But maybe now in the safety and comfort of my arms we can talk about what happened… how we ended up here. Or more specifically how she ended up here.

“I mean she’s literally scattered across the continent. When I killed her I tore her to shreds. And buried pieces of her all over the continent.”

Solana is quiet for a minute, I almost think she’s fallen back asleep but she asks another question.

“Why didn’t you come back? I know you said it was because of fear of Elena… but my mother and fathers would have protected you if they knew the truth.”

I prop myself up on an elbow so I can look down at her properly. “If they knew? They don’t know?”

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“Fuck, Sol. I can’t tell you how much I hate that you had to go through that alone. I do wish I had been there, I was just so blinded by rage, so hellbent on revenge and convinced that it would be easier on you if I left.”

“What’s done is done, Hunter. But that’s a seriously shitty excuse.” She says firmly but not angrily.

“I know, I’m sorry, it made sense at the time. I told you I wasn’t thinking straight.”

She nods, accepting the answer as well as a child accepts cough medicine. “How did you end up here with Ace and the guys?”

I sit up, pulling her into my lap as I do so I can nuzzle her neck, kiss the soft skin of her shoulders, and drink in her scent. “After I figured out that it had all been a set up, that you had been hurt, that our —“ I swallow down a lump of emotion threatening to choke me, “that our pup was taken from us, I saw red. I killed her, I killed them all. Fox ripped them apart into a hundred pieces.

“Before dawn the next day, Tate found me in the woods in a feral frenzy. He managed to talk Fox down into giving back control. He offered to help dispose of the bodies. Eventually I told him what had happened, about the traffickers and my desire to hunt them. He offered to help with that too, so long as I joined their pack.”

I don’t know what to make of her silence, so I just keep going in hopes that the more I explain the more she’ll understand. “About a month or so after everything happened Tate sent someone from the crew to the grove to check on you for me, but they came back saying you were gone, that you had taken off and not even your parents knew where you were.”

“I left for two reasons.” She says cautiously. “The first being that I simply didn’t belong there anymore, if I ever even did. I belonged because you belonged, but once you were gone,” she shrugs her shoulders up to her ears, “Elena despised me, your mother pitied me, and your father never looked at me the same way again. I’m not heir to the grove, I’m not Alpha, I’m not even a guardian. I’m nothing to the grove, nothing without you.”

I want to refute everything she’s saying, I want to tell her it’s not true, but it’s exactly how I felt about her. Like my only reason for being there was for her. Hell, my mom is convinced my very existence is thanks to her.

“And the second reason?” I ask.

“I thought that would have been obvious,” she says with a sad smile. “I left to hunt you, and her, and her brothers for destroying everything good in my life. I left to kill you.”

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