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“Take the compliment, Hunter.” “Take your clothes off, prey.”
You’ll be my moral compass. God knows I need one. I want you by my side, brother.”
I opened the second box. Hunter’s ring was black, with three gold stripes in the shape of an arrow. I was the bow. He was the arrow.
We hunted together. A team. We were also each other’s prey.
“I want you,” he said gruffly. “Yesterday. Today. Tomorrow. Forever. I want you to be mine, Sailor B...
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“Aingeal dian,” he whispered to my nape as he thrust into me. “My favorite Hunter,” I whimpered beneath him.
He would never know, I thought. How he’d caught me. How he’d captured me. How he truly owned me. The boy who let the hail drown him. Who didn’t fight back. Who once gave up. He would never know, because in his eyes, I was the one who’d caught him.
Syllie was a done deal, and Cillian was above playing with his food. Me? I was the asshole in the cafeteria who started the food fight.
“I love you, old sport. More than pu—” “No.” “Puppies! Chill.” I turned around and made my way to my office, laughing. I totally meant pussy.
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