Hunt Me! I Crave the Chase (Spooky Boys #3)

“Sometimes.” I hoped he wouldn’t ask more questions I wasn’t ready to answer. My keys were a lead weight in my pocket, my belly full of butterflies.

“He smelled awful,” the man repeated his earlier words, changing the subject. I nodded, because we’d established this, and I wasn’t sure where he was going with it. “But you don’t. You smell like happiness.”

Oh.

Oh no.

Is he coming on to me?

I should turn him down, shouldn’t I?

I’d just spent all night kidding myself that I was ready to get laid, and I very clearly was not. I should’ve been disappointed that he wanted something from me, after all, but I wasn’t. There was just…something about the way he was staring at me that felt different.

Let him down gently, Jeffrey.

Don’t crush him.

He seems like a nice guy.

Shit.

I probably shouldn’t have kept staring at his pecs. That was probably why he was confused.

I was throwing off mixed signals.

“Please?” the man asked, his voice low and needy. It was such a polite request. “Please can I?”

I wasn’t really sure what he was asking for, but he was being so sweet about it I couldn’t help but agree. A people-pleaser to the core. “Sure, but what are—oh.”

His skin was hot but his breath was even hotter as he pushed against my body. Electricity zapped through me where our thighs touched as the stranger pressed in close and inhaled.

Is he smelling me?

He’s totally smelling me.

“Oh fuck.” My dick jerked, immediately recognizing the presence of another person.

“It’s not enough—” Handsome’s voice was a muffled whine, his nostrils flaring. And then, before I could even react, his large palm sunk into my hair. Gently, but firmly, he grabbed a fist full, then tugged my head to the side. Straining now, I sucked in a ragged breath, eyes wide, as the werewolf closed the last few inches between us and snuffled greedily against my throat.

It was kinda innocent. In a sexy way. Like he was literally just breathing me in. His nose skimmed against my sensitive skin, making my toes curl, and I held impossibly, obediently still.

“I have waited so long,” he murmured, confusing me once again. Waited so long to sniff someone? Weird kink, but hey. I wasn’t judging. So long as we didn’t go further than this I would— “Please let me taste you. I will be good. I will be so good for you.”

“T-taste me?”

“You are everything I’ve ever wanted.” Damn, okay. “Your skin is sugar.” A hot wet tongue swiped across my jugular and my eyes rolled back. “Your scent is…” he growled, low and needy, hips jerking against my own. “Ugh, I don’t know—” he whined. “It is heaven. It is everything—it is?—”

I should definitely push him off.

Definitely.

I should definitely let go of his t-shirt and stop pulling him closer.

I should do that.

Otherwise this was going to get very gay very fast, and I wasn’t sure how I felt about that. I’d never looked at another man before and wanted him to touch me. Sure, I’d stolen glances at the guys on the baseball team in high school but that was different. I’d had a girlfriend then, and I wasn’t looking. At least…not really?

One time, I’d caught Ian Kelley jerking off in the showers and he’d smirked when he saw me looking.