Come for Me (The Hunt, #2)

by C.J. Sweet

“My queen.”

“The pain is bearable. But to not hold you in my arms is an excruciating pain I’ll never be able to withstand,”

“I’ll always come for you. Never doubt that.”

I have always wanted your love and needed you in ways I can’t begin to explain. Even before I knew you existed, whether I thought you loved me, I never needed you to love me back for me to still want you. To crave you. Cherish you. Smart mouth and all, I have and will always need you, want you, and be in love with you.”

“Screw ‘til death do us part,’ even after. Even if you hate me. I love you, Alaina. I fucking love you.”

I let my canines elongate and sink my teeth into him, marking him as mine forever.

Her authoritative presence has me drunk like a cat on catnip. I’m sick. I’m obsessed. I’m in love. I want to do horrible and disrespectful things to this queen of mine.

“This whole kingdom better hope she wakes up because, without her, no one is safe from me,”

“I’m not a selfless man, Alaina. Don’t think I’ll ever want you to move on even in my absence . . . You’re mine in death just as much as you are in life. I will always come for you in this life and the next. Haunting and possessing you for the rest of eternity.”