The Rise (The Kings and Gods #3)

Chapter 24

Lana

Are things ever truly over? I’d like to think that one day, they may be. For me? Not so much. I have dreams now, nightmares. I know they’re gone, and they can’t hurt me anymore, but that does little to stop the dreams that come. I jolt awake once more and look over at Hunter sleeping next to me.

I take the time to just look at him, take him in. He’s perfect, from those dark brown eyes to the shaggy brown hair I want to run my fingers through. When he told me he loved me, I thought I was going to throw up. I never thought I’d hear the words back from him. I knew he cared. How could I not know? But love? I didn’t expect him to love me.

I climb off the bed and walk into the bathroom, looking at myself in the mirror. Somewhere deep inside, I’m healing, and I only have Hunter to thank for that. Without him, I’d be nothing. I’d still be being used and abused. Being sent here with those kids was the best thing that ever happened to me.

I splash some water on my face and grab the towel to dry it off when I see him coming into the bathroom. He walks past me, slapping my ass hard with his hand making me yelp. He walks over and uses the bathroom not even caring I’m still in here. When he’s finished, he comes over, bumping me with his hip until I’m out of his way so he can wash his hands. I lean my hip against the sink and watch as he dries his hands.

“What?” he asks with a smile on his face.

“Why are you awake?”

“We have plans today,” he replies.

“What plans? You didn’t tell me about any plans.”

“It’s a surprise.”

“Haven’t we had enough of those yet?” Hunter laughs and shakes his head.

“Not yet. Get dressed,” he says before leaving the room. I leave the bathroom and grab some clothes, throwing them on before heading to the main room. I’m not sure what Hunter has planned but I plan on finding out. I have to say that I’m hoping it’s something good.

I look around, but I don’t see him anywhere. I start toward the kitchen when Hoax walks out with a drink in his hand.

“Where’s Hunter?”

“I don’t know. Thought he was with you,” he answers. My eyes roam to the spot where they were all killed. Not a single drop of blood remains after the guys cleaned it all up.

“It’s closure,” Hoax says. I drag my gaze back to his and nod.

“I think I needed to see it.”

“Sometimes that’s what we need. We have to see that it’s over.”

“You’re right. I wanted to hate Hunter for forcing me to watch it, but you’re right.”

“Don’t give him a big head,” I hear Hunter as he comes out of one of the side rooms with a bag in his hand.

“Hey, when I’m right, I’m right,” Hoax adds.

“We’ll see you in a few days. You sure you’re good?” Hunter asks him.

“A few days?” I ask.

“Yeah, I got this,” Hoax tells him. I look to Hunter but he doesn’t say a word, just smiles at me. I walk over and he pulls me into his arms, pressing a kiss to the top of my head before shoving me toward the door. We walk to the car, and I climb in while Hunter puts the bag in the back and then climbs in.

“Are you going to tell me what we’re doing?”

“Let’s just say that I’m giving you a piece of yourself back,” he tells me. That makes no sense, but this is Hunter, and I trust what he’s doing. I sigh and sit back in the seat as he pulls out and drives. I look out the window as we drive, taking in everything.

That’s when I notice where we’re heading.

“Why are we at the airport?” I look over at Hunter now, but he still doesn’t say anything. Instead, he grins, pulls in, and parks. He climbs out as I do the same, and he grabs our bags.

We walk through the airport and then toward another door. Hunter pulls the door open and ushers me out toward a private plane.

“A private plane?” I ask him.

“Only the best for my wife,” he says, and my insides tremble with his words. My eyes fill with tears, but I blink them away before he can see them.

We meet the pilot, and then we climb into the plane. I’ve never been on a plane before, and to say I’m nervous is an understatement.

“Why are you shaking?” Hunter asks me once we’re settled in. ‘

“I’ve never been on a plane.”

“What? Never?” I shake my head as Hunter laughs. “This is going to be fucking amazing.”

“Why are you laughing at me?”

“Little rebel, there are so many things I can do to you while we’re on this plane that you’ll forget we’re flying.” I feel my cheeks heat at his words.

We settle in and take off, which isn’t as bad as I thought it would be. Hunter keeps talking to me about the most random shit he can think of to keep my mind off things. I find myself laughing so much it hurts.

“I love when you laugh,” he says.

“You make me laugh. That’s not something a lot of people can do anymore.”

“I’m glad I can do that for you. There’s so much more that I want to do with you, Lana.”

“Like what?”

“For one, I want to tie you to the bed when we get where we’re going and fuck you until you can’t walk.”

“What else?”

“I’m going to eat your pussy until you’re screaming my name. I want the whole fucking hotel to hear you.”

“Is that it?” Hunter shakes his head, and I bite my lip.

“I want you to be so loud that security is going to come knocking on the door because they think you’re being murdered.” Now I laugh out loud. I reach for him and pull his lips to mine, kissing him roughly. When we break apart, I sit back. Hunter’s hand slides into the front of my jeans. I shift so he has better access to what he’s after.

His fingers sink under my panties and straight inside me. Of course, I’m wet for him. How could I not be after the way he was talking to me?

“Fuck, Lana. You’re always so wet for me.”

“You can’t just talk to me the way you did and expect me not to be,” I tell him.

“So you like it when I talk to you like that?” he asks me as I nod my head, my lips parting as he fingers me.

“Yeah,” I reply with a gasp. Hunter grins deviously as he continues with what he’s doing. His fingers work in and out of me, and I groan.

“You want my fingers to be my cock, don’t you? You fucking love my piercings.”

“I wasn’t mad about the ones with the spikes.”

“Really? You know those were meant to hurt, right?”

“They did, but when I took charge, I could control how much.”

“And you also know you’re not going to be in control that much.”

“I know that. Fuck,” I moan as he hits the perfect spot inside me. My hips start to rock against his hand, and he knows I’m close.

“That’s right, Lana. Soak my fucking hands in your juices.”

“Hunter,” I whine his name.

“Do it, little rebel. Fucking come for me,” he growls this time. He pulls his fingers free and rubs my clit, and that’s all I need to explode, letting my release flow out of me. Hunter dips his fingers back inside me, coating them in wetness before pulling them out and bringing them to his lips.

“I’ll never get tired of tasting you.”