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

“Of course you did,” my balls were literally tingling. “Probably wanted to stick your greedy tongue in my ass again, huh, big guy?”

“Yes,” Mutt hissed, his fangs flashing again. He was trembling with the effort of holding back. That huge fucking body, and he was entirely at my mercy.

“Wanted to get inside me in whatever way you can.”

Mutt nodded, jerky and happy. His tail wagged, appearing out of nowhere, his wolf ears flicking toward me, eyes dark with lust.

God.

This was trippy.

Really fucking trippy.

And relieving. Because Mutt being here meant he’d survived another moon. And I figured…we both deserved some much-needed relaxation. I had never in all my life wanted something more than I wanted that goddamn stupid wolf in my bed. And now I had him, I intended to make the most of it.

Fuuuuuck. My balls ached. My head was spinning. My cock had never been harder in my entire fucking life. The scent of Jeffrey’s arousal in the air was making me turn inside out with the need to touch him. To taste him. To feel all that hot, sweat-sticky skin against my own.

I could taste the salt of his precum in the air and my hips jerked with the need to bury my dick inside him. That was the one thing we hadn’t done. Full-on fucking. After I’d shown him my scars, I hadn’t felt like I could ask—even though it was the thing I wanted most in the world. I’d already asked too much of him, I couldn’t take that too.

I hadn’t had to try this hard to control myself since my first shift, and god—I wasn’t sure how much more of this I could take.

He was teasing me.

There was a cocky, confident glint in his eyes that made me want to roll over and show him my belly—even though I was his alpha, goddammit. I wanted to please him so fucking bad I could hardly breathe. He was an entirely different man than he’d been when we’d first met.

Or maybe that was just his scent in the air. Spicy sweet. Citrusy bursts of flavor. My nostrils flared as I flexed my hands, then clenched them into fists again, my claws severing flesh. The pain helped ground me as Jeffrey spread his legs and I watched, enraptured, as he pulled the hem of his underwear down low enough the crown of his cock flashed at me.

Pink. So pretty. Leaking slick. Desperate to be touched.

I licked my lips.

Jeffrey’s smile was downright evil.

“You look hungry, Mutt,” Jeffrey purred, his legs splayed wide, those freckled calves taunting me as he hitched one leg higher than the other and swiveled his body so that I had a front row view to the show. He shifted around, wiggling so that his back was against the wall and his legs hung off the side of the bed, facing where I stood stock-still just inside the window.

The moonlight painted him pale blue, making his freckles stand out stark on his creamy skin. My cock flexed, knot tingling as it began to form.

“I’m always hungry.” I murmured, mirroring the words I’d spoken to him just a short month ago. Only this time I wasn’t talking about pizza. “For you,” I added, shivering when Jeffrey sucked in a sharp, overwhelmed breath.

Fuck, my cock hurts.

It took every ounce of control I had not to stride across the room, pin Jeffrey to the mattress, and force my dick inside whatever hole was closest. I wanted to show him who was boss. Who was the alpha here. The moon still aching beneath my skin.

This moon had been painful. They all were. But this had been…

It had…

I didn’t want to think about it.

Didn’t want to think about the way my wolf had torn at the manacles, severing tendons and flesh in an attempt to get free. To chase the shivery bright orange of a scent I didn’t recognize, but needed all the same.

I’d gone under quickly, and come out exhausted. Though my memory was black, the blood on the floor, the scars on my body, and the faces my brothers had leveled me with as they’d released me from my shackles had clued me into just how bad it had been.

“You wouldn’t stop whining,” Theo had said, keeping his touch gentle as he slipped the key into the lock wrapped around my ankle. “Howling.”

“I’m sorry.” My voice was hoarse.

He’d looked at me then, gold eyes lost, and I could see he was hurting for me. I’d decided then that I’d do my best to spend some more time with him, and all of my brothers, before I…