Chapter 77 – Offered to the Lycan King Novel by Misha K (River & Hunter)

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River stared in the direction where she saw Rosalie, but she thought it was a figment of her imagination. How would Rosalie come here after them? And even if she had come here, it was none of her business. She must have come along with her friends or parents. But River thought that she was definitely imagining things.

She rested on Hunter’s chest, as she sat on his lap and sipped her beer. They ate a lot of snacks and had more beer. Once they were too drunk to move, they helped each other in the room where they curled around each other and went off to sleep.

She woke up the next morning, feeling groggy. “Ugh!” she grabbed her head in her hands and pulled her hair. “I shouldn’t have drunk so much!” When she looked up, she saw Hunter. He was looking so fresh and was ready. “You’ve taken a bath?” she asked, surprised.

He chuckled. “Of course.” He came and pressed a kiss on her cheek. “Get ready.”

She closed her eyes and then shook her head. She plopped back on the bed and said, “I am not going anywhere!”

He picked her up from the bed as she squealed and took her to the bathroom. He stripped her and spanked her ***. “Go take a bath,” he ordered. “I have to take a meeting and have some work. Then we will go for breakfast.”

“Hunter…” she whined, but he placed a quick kiss on her lips and closed the door of the bathroom.

With an exasperated sigh, she proceeded to finish her morning activities and then take a bath. When she came out, she saw that he was on the patio outside and deep in conversation with someone. She marveled how perfect Hunter was. He was such a successful businessman and so rich that it was impossible for her to fathom his wealth. He had helped the demons build their own township and was going to help her pack members move near his pack. Just how rich was he? him at the slightest opportunity. River was feeling jealous. She wanted to peel him off here and take him elsewhere where at him, flirting with these fleas didn’t exist. 

“How about we go to the mainland?” she suggested to him as they waited for breakfast.

Breakfast was very dramatic. As usual the girls who were serving dinner were fluttering their

“No,” he said firmly. He knew why she was taking him to the mainland. She was going to buy condoms. “Why?” Her brows furrowed. Was he liking that the girls flirted with him?

Hunter didn’t answer her question. He simply picked up the menu and browsed through it with nothing particular in his mind.

“You didn’t answer my question,” she said in a serious voice.

Hunter tensed. He let out a rough exhale and said, “Because I know why you are forcing me to go to the mainland!” She narrowed her eyes. “And why is that? Have you read my mind?”

“If you are forgetting, we can mind link.”

“We can mind link but we cannot read each other’s thoughts unless we actually speak them out.” She crossed her arms over the table and leaned forward. He pursed his lips as if he wouldn’t answer her, no matter what. So she goaded him. “You have to tell me what you are thinking.”

He looked away towards the ocean. Sea gulls were hovering on the pier as they squawked and cried. The salty scent of the ocean carried in the breeze. He really didn’t know how to tell her.

“Well?” she coaxed him further. “I am waiting.”

Another girl came and served them breakfast-frittata with garlic bread with melon juice. She blushed when Hunter said a polite thank you to her. “Enjoy your meal,” she replied with a wide smile and glancing at River.

River didn’t pick up the spoon as she continued to glare at him.

Hunter rubbed the back of his neck as he averted her question. But because of this tension, she wasn’t eating her food and that was something he hated. As a Lycan, he needed to feed his mate. He had this urge to feed her so much that she became fatter. When River started tapping her foot out of anger, he raised his hands. “Okay! I don’t want to go because you said you want condoms! And I don’t want to wear condoms with you. I love the feel of your inside so much!” He said that aloud and there was a stunned silence in the room.

River’s jaw dropped. For a moment she blinked her eyes at him and then she burst out laughing. Her cheeks became tomato red as she laughed and laughed. Hunter’s brows met as he wondered why she was laughing.

When River stopped laughing, she picked up the napkin in her lap to wipe her tears. “Goddess, you are so cute!” she said. Just as she was about to say something, another girl came with their tea. She bit her lip and gave Hunter the most seductive smile she could garner. Though Hunter was least interested in

her, River’s jealousy returned. She said, “I want to go to the mainland because I want to buy the local craft here.”

“Oh!” Hunter’s ***formed an O. That was it? He grinned. “If that is the only thing, then I will take you to the mainland. “Great!” River exclaimed. “I have already booked a jetty for us.”

He raised his eyebrow. “You were quick in that. And now I have my suspicions.”

She grinned. “I would love to hear about them.” She picked up a large slice of frittata, slapped it over the garlic bread and shoved it inside her ***.

It took them an hour to reach the mainland and in the jetty River enjoyed herself. She saw flying fish and squealed in excitement. The fish would fly some twenty feet over the surface of water before diving down.

When they reached the mainland, River took Hunter to the local crafts shops. She ended up buying a lot of souvenirs for everyone she could think of. She was happy that she had taken Hunter away from the hotel’s flirtatious women. Since they had hired the boat for the whole day, River dumped her shopping bags in it and then strolled around the market. They looked so young and in love that people would turn their heads at least once to look at them again.

River was wearing a short ***skirt till her thighs, paired with a black crop top and black goggles. Hunter was wearing khaki shorts with a ***polo and black goggles. Both were in their flip-flops.

After lunch, Hunter said, “I have to show you something.”

River’s curiosity rose. “What do you want to show me?”

“It is a surprise, he said as he pulled her to a back alley that was empty. Some wooden crates with apples and melons were lying scattered.

“Did you come here to show me apples?” she asked, chuckling.

“No,” he said and pinned her against the wall.

“Oh!” she raised her eyebrow. “Then what do you want to show me?”

He took her hand to his erection and said, “This. See how hard it is for you.”

“I love your surprise.” She rubbed it with her hand and it twitched. “***!” he rasped. Immediately, he opened his zip and buttons of the khakis. He turned her and pinned her chest to the wall. He tore her thongs and without warning, thrust inside her. He grunted as soon as he was inside. “I can never get enough of you, River,” he said as he pumped in her. She clung to the wall as he took her from the back. He removed her hair to the side and buried his face in her neck. He nibbled her skin over there and grazed her with his fangs. She squealed in delight.

He thrust inside her, hurtling her body up and down. She was chasing her orgasm now. The heat in her body was about to shatter when from the corner of her eye, she saw a couple watching them. River watched them as Hunter continued to thrust them, and she didn’t know why was it that she liked them watching her being ***up by Hunter.

“Come for me,” Hunter growled. “Come for me, River!”

As if on his demand, her core muscles spasmed and she came all around him. At the same time, he shot his release in her with a grunt. He slumped on her back, kissing her neck and shoulders and back. “You will be the death of me, River,” he murmured.

They were both panting when she turned to look at him. Her eyes were full of lust and he loved it. “I don’t have panties, she complained. She glanced at the couple who was watching thern. They had gone away.

“I know. And this is how you will stay for the rest of the day,” he said, cupping her sex beneath the skirt.

He moistened hist fingers with her juices and brought them to his ***. Her cheeks flamed.

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