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“You saw them?” A hot power flares through me. I fuck her more roughly, slamming into her so that she shakes like a rag doll. I have a sudden need to possess her. “When?”

“Now.” Charlotte’s head drops to the side and her eyes fluttered closed. “They told me…”

But whatever else she was going to say dissolves into nonsense.

She’s back asleep.

She’s back asleep, and I can feel the Unnamed nearby, watching as I fuck Charlotte into the mattress.“You went to her?” I whisper, fucking her limp body harder.

Yes. I had a message for her.

And then it’s gone. I’m too pussy drunk to dwell on it, though. My Charlotte’s a Hunter, and the Unnamed visiting her just proves that. Whatever message it sent her, I’ll find out in the morning.

I’m going to come again, but I don’t want to. Not yet. I slide my cock out of Charlotte’s pussy, admiring how it gleams in the darkness, drenched in her arousal.

Then I straddle Charlotte’s waist and squeeze her tits together, forming a perfect soft pillow for me to fuck. I use her that way for a little while, rolling my hips in slow thrusts, my head thrown back, every muscle in my body tight with effort. It’s cool in the room, but I’m slick with sweat. So’s Charlotte.

When my cock’s too dry to fuck her properly, I slide it back into her cunt, keeping my thrusts slow and lazy and luxurious. Just letting myself enjoy her, the way I used to do my dead girls. She’s deep asleep now, all the systems in her body slowing, and if I let my mind wander and just focus on her pussy I can almost pretend she’s dead, too. Even if her heat is scorching me.

Especially since I can’t stop myself from playing with her pretty little clit.

I roll it between my thumb and forefinger, relishing the way it makes her pussy flutter around my dick as I pump in and out of her. She mutters in her sleep and shifts beneath me, the mattress creaking. I don’t stop, though. I want to feel her come. Want to feel her whole pussy clamp down on me. Want to have her wake up, gasping, like she did last time.

“Come on, little Hunter,” I whisper, thrusting harder. “You gonna come for me? Hmm?”

She whimpers and says something unintelligible, and I wonder if she hears me in her dreams. I shift her legs around, moving slowly so I don’t wake her up early, and prop them both up on my shoulders. Then I plow deeper in her, deep enoughthat I bump up against the soft barrier of her cervix. The whole time I keep playing with her throbbing clit.

Charlotte flops against the bed, breath quickening. Her eyes flutter.

“Come on,” I growl, pressing down harder on her clit.

That does it. Her whole body vibrates and flutters and her eyes fly open and land on me as I pump her through her orgasm. “Jaxon,” she gasps out, right before her eyes roll up and she dissolves into a moan, hips jerking against me.

“You like that?” I purr, wrapping my fingers around her chin to make her look at me. She blinks, confused, like she doesn’t quite understand the question.

“You feel good,” she slurs.

“So do you, cher.” I lean over her and kiss her, running my hand over the splatters of dried cum on her skin. Part of me wants to jerk off on her again, especially now that she’s awake, but she also feels way too good. Too wet. Too warm. There’s no way I’m pulling my cock out of her until I’m finished.

She squirms beneath me, clearly still too sleepy to fully comprehend what I’m doing to her. It’s clear she likes it, though. Too bad. I almost hoped she’d choke me out again.

The thought sends a jolt of pleasure through me, though, and I groan, my balls tightening up against my body. “Fuck, I’m gonna come.”

Charlotte moans softly, her pussy contracting. I’m working her up again. Bringing her close to another orgasm.

The idea sends me over the edge, that she likes this, playing dead for me. I dig my finger into her thighs as I spill my cum inside her, pleasure pulsing up through my spine.

Charlotte makes a soft noise of displeasure. “Don’t stop,” she whimpers, eyes closed. “I was going to...” Her voice trails off, head dropping to the side.

“You going back asleep, tired girl?” I ease my cock out of her and set her legs down. She tries to shift onto her side, but I keep her pinned on her back. “Let me give you some sweet dreams.”

And then I slide down to lick my cum out of her hot, quivering cunt.

CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX

CHARLOTTE

My dreams are so strange. I’m in a hot, jungly place, sort of like how I imagine Edie’s garden in the summer, except it’s blooming with flowers that I’m certain don’t exist in our world. They’re huge, bigger than my head, and bright colors I’m not sure I’ve seen before. Blue, but also red. Purple, but also orange. Everything is hazy and warm and steamy, and the steam puts me in a constant state of arousal as I stretch out in the soft, feathery grass while something twines around my legs.