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

The only thing that worked, honestly.

My cock was ready before I even touched it, like it sensed what we were about to do. Where my mind was about to wander.

Big hands.

Brilliant blue eyes.

A fat fucking cock, all flushed and hard.

Would he fuck my fist?

Would he fuck my mouth?

Would he fuck my?—

“Ohhhh,” a deep, needy growl echoed through the room, and I was jolted out of my fantasy. My eyes flashed open, immediately clocking the open window, and the dark figure that loomed in front of it. Triangular ears flattened along the top of the wolf-man’s head, his tail wagging, his eyes glowing sapphire in the dark.

“Mutt,” I gasped, surprised, pissed, and pleased all at once.

He’s okay.

He’s here.

He came.

My toes curled and my cock leaked against my palm as I gave it a squeeze and tipped my head to face him better. Even hidden in the shadows I could make out his shape, his shoulders and hips, his legs parted to accommodate the thick cock that nestled between them.

He rumbled hungrily.

Like a predator.

And I couldn’t help but preen.

Mutt looked exhausted. Worse than the last moon. But beautiful all the same. The bruises beneath his eyes only served to make them somehow brighter. And though he was thinner than usual, he was still massive, crowding in front of the window like a fucking creeper—like he didn’t have a key to the front door at all.

“You forget about doors?” I teased. I hardly recognized my own voice; it was so hoarse.

“This was easier.” Mutt’s tone was gravelly low. It lit me up from the inside out, heat pooling low in my belly. I’d never asked for my key back, and I never intended to. He wore it around his neck on a string, and that made me way too fucking happy.

“Liar,” I taunted him, the way he always taunted me. A fresh drop of precum slicked the inside of my palm as I rubbed it in a gentle circle along the top of my cock. “You knew what I was doing.” I bit my lip and Mutt growled softly, his fangs flashing. “Probably watched me from the fucking window before you came in.”

“You are right,” he admitted, hands twitching at his sides. His claws flashed as he clenched his hands into fists. Probably so he didn’t reach out and touch without permission. “I knew. I could smell how much you wanted me. Your mouth is full of lies, but your scent betrays you. I can practically taste how needy you are.” Mutt’s nostrils flared and he sucked in a deep, greedy breath.

“Fuck, that’s hot.” The idea that Mutt had been chasing the scent of my arousal was just…fuuuck yes. Made me feel needy and hot. My hole clenched and I stared at him, unable to help myself.

I missed you.

I missed you, I missed you, I missed you.

Stared at the shadows beneath his eyes. The luminous flicker of his familiar gaze. The way he stared at me like I was something worth staring at, scars and all. I spread my legs wider, lashes fluttering as I met his gaze. I’d wanted him here. I’d wanted him here so very badly—and…here he was. It was odd.

I’d never been a lucky person, but Mutt made me feel like I was.

Maybe I’d saved all my luck for the day he found me.

I licked my lips, my hips jerked, cock flexing toward him like it was magnetized. I wanted him inside me. Wanted to feel more than just the thick tip of his cock. Wanted to submit to him so badly I ached for it. But I didn’t know how to ask.

“I wanted to see you,” Mutt admitted. The dirty fucking perv. “To touch you.”