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

“Just a little,” Mutt finally conceded, muffled and slick. It wasn’t much of a sacrifice, because it didn’t take a genius to know that he wanted this as badly as I did. Little animal-like grunts and whimpers escaped him. And his breath was liquid hot against the back of my neck as his claws scraped over my ass, sliding back to where I was wet-loose-empty.

I could feel the chill of where the wind cooled his saliva on the back of my neck, but that only heightened the heat of where we pressed tightly together.

And then the crown of Mutt’s dick was pressing against my hole—on purpose this time—and it slipped in just a little and I just?—

“Hhaaa,” I sobbed, cumming into the dirt like a filthy animal. My dick jerked, and my orgasm was never-ending. No fucking stimulation needed at all, just the scrape of my zipper, and the way my hole spread wide and almost painful for the fat head of Mutt’s cock.

Desperately, and because I was a good bitch, I reached back—fumbling—and found the root of his dick. His knot had already swollen, the skin tight-hot-hard as I squeezed around it like he’d taught me to do. Mutt released a sound even more pitiful than mine had been. And then he was biting me again.

Tighter, tighter his teeth sunk in.

Pain-pleasure zinged down my spine. And Mutt’s cock pushed in a little further.

Full. So full. He was barely inside and I just?—

“Good boy,” I gasped out, “Good boy, Mutt.” He growled, the sound muffled. His hips jerked forward, inching in just a little more as the back of my neck tingled. And then he came inside me. Wet, hot, the mess filled my ass, making it sloppy-slick and stuffed white as he came and came and came. I squeezed his knot the whole while, felt the throb-ache of it, and imagined what that would feel like one day when it was fully inside me.

Part of me wished he’d push in deeper. Wished he’d shove all the way inside and take me for real. Not the sexy, aborted little thrusts he’d just done, still somehow managing self control. I wanted him to lose it entirely. To use me like the cock sleeve I wanted to be—at least…for him.

But…another part of me, the part that was human and needy, and had never been loved the way I needed—was grateful. Because Mutt was gentle, even now. And he didn’t take more than I was ready to give. Like he could smell in my scent that I wasn’t ready. That I needed more time, even though I wanted him just as desperately as he wanted me.

I’d missed him.

I’d missed him so much.

And I was so mad at him for leaving me—but at the same time… It was really hard to be pissed off when a dude had the tip of his dick in my ass. Especially when he released my neck, but only so he could lave it with sloppy, happy licks. Running his tongue over my skin and swiping up sweat behind my ears, and down my throat, and beneath my collar.

“Fuck,” I sighed happily, ass clenching around him as I finally released his knot. The last pulsing splashes of his cum had slowed, so I figured I could now.

“So good,” Mutt murmured, licking up my throat and into my ear, like there wasn’t a single part of me he didn’t want to taste. “So pretty, so good.” His voice was low, his breath was hot, and I sobbed, never wanting this moment to end. He sounded as drunk as I felt. As drunk as Blair probably was, back at the party.

“I missed you,” I admitted, voice cracking. “I missed you so much.”

“Missed you too.” His tongue slid across my cheek then to my lips. He claimed them in the sloppy, uncoordinated make out he favored. I didn’t even mind. Just opened my mouth and let him taste the way he wanted to. “Pretty, lovely, Jeffrey.”

By the time Mutt was done grooming and scenting me, I was a shivery, chilly mess. The licking was nice, soothing even. Especially when he’d flipped me over and licked all around my groin and up my crease to my still sloppy hole. But his warm spit quickly dried cold on my skin, and by the time my tongue bath was over, I was more than ready for a nice toasty nap, safe at home in my bed.

Mutt helped me up, still more quiet than usual. He looked exhausted. There were dark circles beneath his eyes and his normally bright skin was sallow. I found his hand, fingers tangling, my heart thumping erratically as without a word he began walking us back the way we’d come.

Because of fucking course he knew the way home, even when I didn’t.

My compass north.

His cum slipped from my hole as we walked. There was so much of it, my underwear was slick and cold. Do I like this? I took a moment to debate. And ultimately decided I did.

Huh.

We were quiet the first half of the walk. I’d had to fight Mutt’s dick back into his pants because he hadn’t wanted to get dressed, and I was more than a little glad that I had, because we needed to talk and I…well…

I couldn’t really do that with his dick hanging out.

You’re a coward.

You’re a coward.

You’re a coward.

Lydia’s words rattled around inside my head as we broke through the tree line.