Page 169 of Boys Who Hunt

Not just because of the deal we have … but because my body is yearning for his touch.

The way he made me shiver was no accident.

I want him, just as I want Max and Silas, but I can’t say it out loud.

So I just let them use me and tell myself it’s for the best, that they’ll protect me, and I will come out of this unscathed.

Even though we all know my soul has already been lost to these devilish monsters.

“Higher,” he says, lifting me even farther until my legs are clasped around his shoulders and his face is right between my legs. “I want to taste you just like the first time.”

“The first time? When—” I can’t even finish my sentence before his tongue has already speared me, and fuck me, I nearly let out a squeal they’d be able to hear out on the streets.

His mouth expertly swirls around, spreading my wetness all over, lapping me up like he hasn’t had a meal in days. But it’s the feel of his tongue pressed up against my slit that feels familiar. Invasive. Like something I’ve definitely felt before.

But how? Heath hasn’t licked me. Right?

“That’s it, spread those legs for me,” he groans.

I shudder against the mirror as his fingers dig into my thighs, tongue circling my clit like a madman.

“You taste so damn good when you’re all mine,” he says. “You make me want to do this every fucking day.”

“I don’t understand.” I clutch his head for support, but also because it feels so damn good, I just want to shove him in farther.

“What don’t you understand? That I want you more than anything? Or that this is not the first time I’ve made your pussy wet for my tongue?”

My eyes widen. “What?” I mutter.

He smirks against my slit, gazing up at me with those daring eyes of his. “You remember me, don’t you?” He swipes his tongue around my slit. “Right. Here.” He presses down on my clit, and I nearly fall apart right then and there, but he pulls away, glancing up at me with darkened eyes, almost as if he wants me to suffer just a little longer. “You remember the feel of my tongue on this needy little clit as I made it come for me.”

So it is true.

“When?” I say between ragged breaths.

“That night you fucked Max …” he whispers into my thighs. “I watched.”

I suck in a breath and can’t for the life of me push it out as he keeps on licking me, all while gazing at me from underneath those lashes.

“How?”

“I came in through the window after you fell asleep.” He grins against my skin. “And that key you thought he took was mine.”

“You stole it,” I say.

“Just like you stole from us,” he replies.

Before I can say anything else, he kisses my mound and nibbles at my clit, a warning not to overstep.

“It was you. You left that cum on my body,” I whisper.

His fingers dig into my ass. “That’s right, Ivy. I wanted you, so I took you. Even in your fucking sleep.”

Goose bumps scatter on my skin, and my legs clench together behind his neck. I want to hate him for invading my house, for using me, even in my sleep … but my God, he does it too well for me to even become mad.

I can’t. It’s no use.

His tongue is far too good at this to make me want to stop.