Chapter Twelve 3. Hunter

Hunter loved to rile Celeste up. It was easy to do, and she was naturally dominate so the need to control came easier then anything else. He knew he was a brat more often then not, but getting her just so was a fine art. And Sally fed into it all in a way he couldn’t have imagined. The whole thing was pure bliss.

Following along behind them he watched Celeste purposely stride to their door. He was never more thankfully that there were only to appartments on their floor and that there was an awful lot of concrete and steel between their bedroom and their neighbour’s. He had no doubt none of them were about to be quiet.

Celeste didn’t fumble, but she still had to pause at the door to get her keys so Hunter took the chance.

Sally’s eyes were wide as he purred softly, bracketing her against the wall beside their door. Celeste’s movements slowed at the sound and she watched him out of the corner of her eye. His smirk was predatory as he