Easter hunt, p.1
Easter Hunt, page 1
part #5 of Monstrous surprises Series
Easter Hunt
Monstrous surprises book 5
E.V. Sauvage
Copyright © 2023 by E.V. Sauvage
All rights reserved.
No portion of this book may be reproduced in any form without written permission from the publisher or author, except as permitted by U.S. copyright law.
Contents
1. Chapter 1
Trigger warnings
1. When the heroine is invited to a party
2. When there’s a stranger at the party
3. When the hero doesn’t really feel welcomed at the party
4. When the stranger is prey
5. When the hero shouldn’t want to be hunted
6. When it’s hunting time
7. When the hero cheats a bit
8. When the heroine is a blushing mess
9. When the heroine lost her chance ... or not
10. When the heroine is tempted … again
11. When the hero wants so much more
12. When the heroine needs a shower … badly
13. When the hero wants even more
14. When the heroine can’t think anymore
15. When the heroine has too much to think about
16. When the time feels like it slowed
17. When the hunt begins
18. When the fun begins
Epilogue
Extended epilogue
Acknowledgements
Also By E.V. Sauvage
About the author
To you, who likes fluffy stories and chocolate, sometimes even the fluffiest have surprises .
Trigger warnings
This book contains mature content, descriptive sex scenes, profanity, a bit of exhibitionism, a dominant female main character who isn’t afraid to use her tail as light bondage, and a sweet Easter bunny.
Chapter 1
When the heroine is invited to a party
Mickaela’s POV
Mickaela was happy, and she had more than a good reason for it. She had a good life, a nice house with the forest right outside, a job she loved —she was a teacher— and so many friends and family members.
She was even happier because she was about to spend the whole day with them celebrating her favorite holiday—Easter.
And what wasn’t to like?
Chocolate, good people, so much food she was probably going to explode, and… hunting.
Yes, she would probably only be hunting for eggs, but it was enough to make her giddy.
Hunting was in her blood, even if it was just for chocolate and eggs. She was a puma-shifter after all, a predator, and running after her prey was in her DNA.
When she was a kid she had been convinced Easter was a puma-shifter holiday only, because who else would hunt the Easter bunny after he had hidden the sweets if not her family?
Later she discovered it had all been an invention of her parents. No one at her school ever hunted the bunny, no one ever even saw it. Every year, her parents bought a bunny and they needed to catch it together. As a family.
It hadn’t helped her make friends at school when the other kids had discovered what they did with the bunny once they had caught it.
Not. At. All.
Some of the kids screamed, others had cried, some had even called her a monster. Mickaela had been completely, utterly lost.
Her sister, Astrid had called them freaks and forgotten all about them, but Mickaela hadn’t understood.
The French ate rabbits – to be fair they also ate frogs and snails – so why did eating the rabbit they chased and caught make them monsters?
She had since made peace with the idea, but it had haunted many of her childhood dreams.
She also had stopped hunting bunnies at Easter. At least she could still hunt eggs and fill her belly with chocolate.
It was all that mattered to Mickaela.
Well, chocolate, being with family and forcing them to have an egg hunt.
It was a challenge in itself because none of them had kids, and when Mickaela had first spoken about the hunt, Astrid, had refused. Oh, she was totally on board with eating chocolate. She just didn’t want to have to run in the garden to get it. And she wanted even less to paint eggs.
But under all of her brashness and witty retorts, Astrid had a heart of gold, and she had relented, if only to make Mickaela happy.
It was why they were both sitting in Astrid’s living room, Astrid shattering her eggs, one after the other, in an attempt to paint them.
Mickaela winced at the sight.
Despite her deftness at handling tiny things when she repaired computers, Astrid was not good with anything that wasn’t wires and metallic components.
She utterly lacked patience and it was almost comical to see her starting to paint an egg and make efforts at the top of it, and seeing how that effort turned to sloppy drawings before there was nothing left. In her haste Astrid had crushed the egg.
It looked like she was repeating an infinite loop.
Until Noa brought her plaster eggs. Noa was Astrid’s boyfriend. They hadn’t been together for long, but so far he seemed to treat her sister perfectly right. Better than right, actually. Astrid seemed to be floating on a cloud of happiness since they met. And the cocky leprechaun—because yeah he was nice but still very sure of himself—understood her sister’s needs. He could read them like an open book.
Hence the plaster eggs.
Astrid smiled like a fool when he handed them to her and Mickaela slid yet another painted egg into the box. There were 9 of them, and they were all Mickaela’s work.
It was no hardship though.
Mickaela loved painting and she had maybe painted or helped to paint a few dozen eggs just this week. She was a teacher after all, and parents usually expected their kids to come back home with painted eggs when Easter got close.
And there were so many kids who did not possess the patience or the dexterity not to break them. A bit like Astrid, Mickaela laughed to herself.
“What is it?” Astrid asked.
Oh well, maybe it hadn’t been so much to herself.
“Nothing, just let me look at your egg,” Mickaela said, hoping her sister would drop the subject.
Astrid moved her hand away.
“Nope, I know it’s ugly but you’re not authorized to fix it,” Astrid said in a voice that sounded like she was pouting, but as Mickaela turned her head, she realized her sister was sporting a downright wicked smile.
This wasn’t about the egg.
“What?” She asked, playing her little sister’s game.
“Nothing,” Astrid said, her smile stretching even more if it was possible.
“Spit it out,” Mickaela said, exasperated.
“Oh no, I’m going to let you discover it all on your own,” she paused and seemed to change her mind. “How long has it been since your vagina has seen a man? Or no, those weren’t the right words … How long since a man has seen it?”
“That is none of your business.” It was Mickaela’s turn to be pouting. For real this time.
Her sister knew exactly why Mickaela was eternally single.
She had embraced her wild side—the side Astrid had tried to forget—and that usually didn’t work well with men. She was a predator, one that needed to hunt, one that needed to be dominant as much as to find her match.
For a time she had managed to be satisfied by the virtual hunt that dating could bring to the table. Enticing, turning around, baiting—she definitely enjoyed all of that, but it wasn’t nearly enough for her.
She had tried to settle. She even thought she was in love, that he was too. And maybe he was in love, but not enough. Because the sex was bland, and the few times she had tried to take control and finally reach her climax, Dave had withdraw and clam up.
In the end, he dumped her because he felt emasculated when he was in bed with her.
She could have changed for him, especially when they got together again, but it wasn’t enough for her. He wasn’t enough for her. She deserved better anyway. And the second time, it was her who dumped him.
The relationship almost destroyed her, but in the end, it also taught her a lesson. She needed control to orgasm and most men weren’t manly enough to release control and let her take it. At least, the men she had met so far.
So, yeah, her vagina had seen more silicon than men in the past years. Because what man would accept to be chased down like prey and fucked into oblivion and not feel like a sissy? Yeah, she hadn’t found one either.
“Mickie to earth, you hear me?” Astrid asked while she waved a hand in front of Mickaela.
Shit, her brain had gone off track once again. It happened often and it was always annoying.
“Sorry, yeah, I’m here.”
“So you’ll be there tomorrow, right?” Astrid asked.
“Yes, of course.” What had she agreed to already? Oh yeah, the Easter party tomorrow. Not something else, right?
“Why are you asking? I already told you I’d come,” she asked her sister.
Astrid shook her head.
“Of course, you weren’t listening. I said there, not here. I need you to pick up the dessert. Chocolate cake. You know … Even more chocolate…” Astrid let her voice trail on the word chocolate on purpose as she watched Mickaela.
“Well, I can do that too,” she answered sheepishly.
“Eleven thirty sharp, the bakery closes early so the employees can celebrate and we don’t want to be without our dessert! God knows we won’t have enough chocolate without it.” Astri
Astrid loved chocolate too, but she couldn’t eat as much of it as Mickaela. Well, it was more like she wouldn’t eat as much of it as Mickaela. Astrid refused to embrace her beast and was a homebody, which meant, she couldn’t eat everything that she wanted, because the calories went straight to her ass, her thighs, her belly ... She usually joked that just looking at the cake would make her put on some weight and she wasn’t too far off. As a result of her calmer lifestyle, she was way plumper than Mickaela, not that her new boyfriend seemed to mind. Noa was head over heels for her and by the looks he gave Astrid, Mickaela would have bet he was the predator. But, no, just a leprechaun. One that couldn’t keep his hands off of Astrid it seemed. But, her sister looked happy and that was all that mattered.
That and the fact Mickaela was one day away from gorging herself on chocolate.
Chapter 2
When there’s a stranger at the party
Mickaela’s POV
Mickaela had done as Astrid asked and gone to pick up the chocolate cake, and may or may not have bought an individual cake too. Who was she kidding? She absolutely did buy the absolutely marvelous, gooey chocolate wonder that was currently … no more. It was gone so fast, she wondered if only getting one was a mistake. Yes, there will be a shit ton of chocolate at the party, but would it be as good? Mickaela doubted that. And she would have to wait until dessert to get cake again … Ugh. She definitely should have bought two. It was too late anyway, she was already at Astrid’s door.
It was actually already open, seeming like they were inviting anyone who passed by.
“We’re at the back,” Astrid yelled from the other side of the house.
Inviting? Not so much. Puma ears. They would guarantee her sister knew who was entering her house, no matter who was entering.
Mickaela dropped the chocolate wonder in the fridge—pondering if anyone would complain if she stole a piece of it already—and went in search of her sister. Without touching the cake. It was worth saying, because that thing was evil and was calling her name.
Or maybe she was just weak for chocolate …
When she arrived in the garden at the back of the house, she realized she was the last one to do so. Not that she was late—and even if she was, she had a damn good excuse for it—no, everyone had arrived already. All the girls—Isis, Carla, and Rose—and their magical counterparts. Isis was with Athanaël, a demon who had refused his calling and fought Hell itself to get back to her. Poor Carla was saddled with none other than Mickaela’s brother, Sebastian, but she didn’t seem to mind. He had come to rob her of Christmas gifts in the middle of the night and had stolen her heart instead. Her words, not Mickaela’s.
Except for Astrid and Noa, Rose and Cupid were the newest pair, and the nastiest too. Mickaela had no idea how those two had ended up together. They always seemed to be seconds away from tearing each other’s throats… or clothes off. Maybe the latter had something to do with how they had ended up together. But Rose wouldn’t tell. Despite her brash and loud personality, and the fact that she was a drama queen, she hadn’t revealed what had actually happened between them.
All of her friends and siblings were there, and it hit Mickaela like a truck on the highway. She was surrounded by people who loved her and yet, she had never felt so alone.
She schooled her facial expression before anyone realized what had gone through her mind.
She needed chocolate.
A shit ton of it.
“Where are the chocolates?” She asked in an extra cheery voice.
Calm down Mickaela, that sounded way too fake.
“We’re still waiting for Liam, but we can all go search them in the garden once he’s here,” Astrid said as Noa slipped his arm around her waist.
“Liam?” Rose asked faster than Mickaela. The woman could sniff out gossip a mile away.
“One of my friends from London actually settled in the town right next to Hollowtown. I,” Noa paused after Astrid had not-so-softly nudged his ribs, “we, invited him to join us.” He gave Astrid one of his most charming smiles and she answered with one of her own.
Mickaela turned her head away from the happy couple. Just to be greeted by other happy couples.
You better hurry up Liam or I’m going to beat your ass.
She didn’t know the man, but if he was joining them on his own he was the only ally she would have in the midst of all of these lovebirds.
Then, she smelled it more than she heard it. Someone had just entered the house and was coming their way.
Her skin started to warm and cool all at the same time. Her muscles were coiled, ready to strike.
There could be no mistake: the stranger coming their way was prey, and all Mickaela’s instincts had been ignited in an instant.
He’d better be ready to run, because there would be nothing to stop her.
Chapter 3
When the hero doesn’t really feel welcomed at the party
Liam's POV
Liam felt tingles across the back of his neck. Something was wrong. He hadn’t reached the back of the house yet but he knew already something was off.
Noa had texted him a bit earlier that the door would be open and he would just have to join them in the garden. But Liam was wondering if it had been his best idea. Joining Noa’s group of friends when he knew no one.
Liam shook his head.
Since when did he stress about meeting new people?
It sounded silly.
Or maybe not.
When Liam finally reached the garden at the back of the house he understood right away why he felt his skin tingle. The air was charged with magic and he was certain at least four to five—maybe more—of the people gathered there had magical power.
And one of them was throwing some mean energy.
They all seemed to be paired except for the lovely blond who was all legs. Liam could have drowned in the green of her eyes if only they hadn’t been silently screaming something he didn’t want to hear.
She was utterly still and watched him move as a predator would with its prey.
Predator. Prey.
The tingles on his skin.
Shit, she was gloriously sexy in her flowery dress. And she was about to pounce on him, but it didn’t feel very playful.
Maybe he shouldn’t have come. Maybe he should have asked who—what—would be at this party. Because now he felt like he was trapped, and wasn’t going to be joining them for lunch—he was lunch.
Chapter 4
When the stranger is prey
Mickaela's POV
Mickaela couldn’t move. If she did, she was going to lunge at the stranger who had just arrived. Liam.
Oh, how she would love to hunt him down.
Somehow she imagined that he wouldn’t like that very much. He was athletic, he would probably keep up with her, but she doubted he would play her game.
But was it a game this time?
He was tall, probably taller than any of the men gathered here today, had a nose that looked like it had been broken countless times; maybe he played rugby. He was short with sandy blond hair, warm brown eyes, and a mouth that had been made for kissing. But it was his smell that drew her to him. Like a summer caress through the trees and something so inherently male. Which shouldn’t make her body go crazy, but underneath all of this, she smelled musk and arousal. And prey.
For fuck sake, Mickaela, get a grip.
She couldn’t jump him or chase him. There were people around.
People who were talking with the newcomer, completely oblivious to the turmoil her mind was in.
“Mickaela, Astrid’s sister.” She heard far away.
“Mickaela?” Astrid asked.
Oh shit, it wasn’t so far away actually. Astrid, Noa, and Liam were just a few feet away and even if Liam was stretching his hand in her direction to shake hers, something in his eyes made her think that he knew.
