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His eyes always made you feel like he was a hunter not just in his curse; it was like he was preying on you, watching you closely, predicting your every move. Coupled with his extremely sharp hearing, it made you feel like a defenseless prey, unable to ever outrun him.
You didn’t know why Victor thought it was a good idea to play hide and seek with everyone — or almost everyone, since half of his cursed kids ran away when he explained what he wanted. You were also pretty sure you were at a huge disadvantage without any special abilities to help you, but here you were anyway.
You were hiding in a random corner, in a wing you didn’t remember ever visiting before. The moon shone, and a little of its light seeped in through the window, but it wasn’t enough to give away your hiding spot. However, it wasn’t sight that concerned you here, but hearing. Every time you found a corner, you’d soon hear the familiar sound of combat boots hitting the floor, walking in your direction. And there you went again, running through the dimly lit hallways, looking for a new hiding spot.
You knew it was stupid to try hiding from Roger, but as long as he didn’t see you, the game was still on... right? You actually didn’t even know why you were still playing this game, to be honest. Was it the thrill it sent through your body when you had to run from one place to another to hide again? Was it how your heart raced and seemed to pound in your ears when you heard his footsteps nearby? Maybe it was how your imagination ran wild, picturing his amber eyes shining in the dark, watching you like they always did — like his little prey. Or maybe, just maybe, it was how all of this together was turning you on more than you expected, your undergarments already wet.
You heard his boots again and ran in a random direction, only to end up at a dead end. Your only choice was to enter one of the rooms. Hoping it was unlocked, you turned the doorknob, a sigh of relief escaping your lips when the door opened. You looked inside first, just to make sure it wasn’t a shady room or anything, but the place looked like an unused parlor, with some armchairs and couches covered in white sheets.
Roger was coming closer again, his boots echoing from the other end of the hallway, making your heart skip a beat. You entered the room, closing the door as silently as you could behind you. You glanced around for a moment before darting behind a couch, crouching down and covering your mouth with your hand.
You heard the footsteps stop outside, and the door opened. You tried to stay as quiet as possible, even though you knew it was useless. But how could you calm your heart when you heard Roger coming closer? How could you tell your body to stop shivering at the thought of him coming after you and catching you in those strong arms?
He didn’t enter though; he stayed in the doorway, closing his eyes for a second to focus on your racing heart, your ragged breaths, and... oh. He smirked. Opening his eyes again, he stepped inside, closing the door softly behind him.
Every step he took in your direction made your heartbeat louder in your ears. Should you try to make a run for it? It still counted if he didn’t catch you, right?
But it was already too late for you.
“Gotcha, lil’ lady,” he said, appearing in front of you. His deep voice startled you, making you shriek, and he laughed. “Now, what will my reward be?” The room was barely lit, but you saw his amber eyes shining dangerously. A smirk formed on his face as he crouched down in front of you to look you in the eyes. “I have an idea, and I think you’ll like it.”
He reached for your face, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. Your breath caught in your throat as you heard him chuckling. His touch slid down your arms and moved to your back, descending to your lower back and pulling you towards him, holding you in a sort of hug. In the next second, he lifted you into his arms, and you yelped at the sudden movement. Your arms and legs naturally wrapped around his body, and his hands easily slid to your butt and under your thigh to hold you better.
“At this point, I think you know I can hear everything,” he said, his voice low and seductive.
“Roger, what—”
He squeezed your butt, holding you more firmly, and brought his other hand to the front of your body. His fingers brushed where your hips met his over your clothes, but it was enough to make you sigh and grow wetter — this whole thing really excited you more than you thought.
“And I really mean everything,” he smirked. “I could hear how excited this was making you. I heard you getting wetter when I entered the room.” With your eyes locked on his and how easily he could seduce you, you didn’t realize he was walking around the room until you felt your butt being placed on a surface. “I can hear you getting wetter now,” he whispered, his face so close to yours that his breath tickled you.
You stayed silent for a second, not knowing what to say. It wasn’t like you could lie to your boyfriend anyway; sometimes you thought he knew more about you than yourself. His hips brushed against yours in this position, and you could feel his bulge. It seemed like you weren’t the only one who enjoyed this game more than you thought. And since that was the case…
You leaned forward and pressed your lips to his in a kiss that quickly turned deep and demanding. Roger’s hands went straight under your skirt, tugging at your undergarments. He broke the kiss and pulled away just enough to remove the piece of clothing, his body nestling back between your legs. His lips returned to yours, kissing you deeply, his tongue exploring your mouth and making your head spin. His fingers moved toward your pussy, tracing your folds and collecting your juices before he slowly pushed two fingers inside. You fisted the short hair at the nape of his neck, trying to bring him closer, whining at the feeling of him touching you.
“You’re so wet already,” he murmured, trailing kisses along your jawline and neck. You fluttered around his fingers, and he groaned, nibbling and sucking on your collarbone, leaving a purple mark behind. “I can barely wait to have you wrapped around my cock.”
“Then don’t,” you breathed out. “I want you.”
He growled, the sound almost animalistic coming from his chest. His eyes sharpened and darkened as he looked straight into yours, and once more you felt the true nature of your dear huntsman, feeling like his defenseless prey about to be devoured — and you loved it.
Roger didn’t waste time. He unfastened his belt and opened his pants, lowering his clothes enough for his massive cock to spring free. One of his hands grabbed your thigh, spreading your legs wider for him, while the other aligned himself with your pussy.
“Take a deep breath, sweetheart.”
You did as he said, and he slammed inside you. You cried out loud, your head spinning and your nails digging into his shoulders. He started thrusting, peppering kisses and bites on your neck. His thumb moved to your clit, rubbing circles, and you soon got used to the stretch, locking your legs around his back to keep him closer. Your hands went to his chest, unbuttoning his vest and shirt to feel him more. Your nails dragged over the newly uncovered skin, leaving angry red marks behind.
“More,” you moaned, looking at him through half-lidded eyes.
“Fuck,” he groaned. Roger grabbed you by the back of your thigh, forcing you to fall backwards and lie down on the table. “You asked for it.”
His thumb rubbed your clit more fervently, applying more pressure and moving at the perfect speed to make you roll your eyes back. At this new angle, his thrusts became deeper and rougher, the furniture rattling beneath you. The squelching sounds of your wet pussy filled the room along with your whines and moans. You clenched tighter and tighter around his cock.
Roger watched and listened to you intently; every little reaction he tore from you fueled him even more. You looked beautiful in a mess like that, and you were all his. He groaned, the primal feeling of possessiveness kind of random and new to him, but not unwelcome. It made his chest burn, made his hips move faster, made his hand grip your thigh tightly, and made him lean down to suck a dark mark a little higher up on your neck, where your clothes wouldn’t cover it.
You moaned, looping your arms around his shoulders to keep him close, to feel his body pressing you against the table. The new angle hit you deeper, brushing against your cervix, making you see the stars. You shut your eyes, moaning his name repeatedly, and before you could voice your impending orgasm, it crashed down on you. You convulsed under him, your pussy clamping down so hard around his cock that Roger couldn’t hold back, and he followed suit, cumming inside you.
He slowly came to a stop and stayed there for a moment while both of you caught your breaths. When he pulled out, he helped you put your undergarments back in place to contain the mess between your legs. You smiled softly at him, and he kissed you one more time before adjusting his own clothes. He only buttoned his pants, not bothering with his belt or buttoning up his shirt and vest.
“Are you walking around like this?” you asked.
“Does it bother you?” He raised an eyebrow at you.
“No, I was just curious,” you answered honestly. “You won’t go back to your lab tonight?”
“Not tonight. I have more plans with my lil’ lady,” he smirked.
Wrapping his arms under your legs and around your back, he carried you bridal-style out of the random room, making his way to his own bedroom.