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

I whined again, falling into our game with gusto. “I’ll be good,” I promised, my cock flexing. It tented the front of the silky shorts Harry had bought me, pointing obscenely toward him. Jeffrey’s gaze snapped down to it liquid-quick, and my hips jerked. My knot ached. “I’ll be good. I’ll make it up to you.”

“Are you willing to work for it?”

“Yes. Yes. Yes.” A million times yes. I would do anything to be in his favor again.

I would burn the world for him if he asked.

But he didn’t.

No.

No.

Instead, he decided to torture me some more.

Jeffrey flipped around. The perky cheeks of his ass were on full display as he slid onto his knees. I stared. Because what else was I supposed to do? That sweet little hole was there, just hiding behind fabric, begging to be fucked.

Legs splayed wide, Jeffrey reached back, long dexterous fingers putting on quite a show as he pulled his boxers down inch by inch till they sat just below his bare cock and balls. All that creamy skin on display.

I licked my lips.

Jeffrey’s cock was glorious. Red, flushed. Lean and freckled like the rest of him. The head was rosy and slick. It hung between his legs, swinging a little as he shifted, twisting his upper body enough that I could see the corner of one dark, lust-filled eye. He crooked a finger at me, his balls, cock, and sweet little hole begging for kisses.

Oh thank God.

I took a step forward, more than a little eager.

“No,” Jeffrey shook his head, and I froze. His eyes were black with lust as he stared at me, tracing over my body like he needed me as much as I needed him. I wanted to preen, but I didn’t dare. Didn’t want to break the spell. To spook him before he let me touch. “Crawl.” Crawl? “Like a dog.”

I growled, a low noise that rumbled deep inside me. Rage, anger, frustration burned beneath the surface of my skin. Alphas did not submit like this. We didn’t. But for him…for him I would throw away everything—even my pride.

I fell to my knees.

The alpha in me howled its fury but I ignored it. Instead, I shifted forward on my hands and knees. Slow and steady, I stalked across the carpet, crossing the distance between us without ever taking my eyes off of the gorgeous man above me.

He shuddered, something flickering in his eyes as he reacted to my approach.

Something primal.

Something sweet.

Sweet, sweet Jeffrey, hiding behind his games, scared to be vulnerable but knowing I’d take care of him anyway. Knowing I wouldn’t hurt him, even when he teased. There was trust between us now. Trust I didn’t know if I deserved, but I was going to do my damndest to earn.

Jeffrey needed his alpha.

Needed me.

I would play his games.

I would do as he asked.

His cock dripped onto the duvet. He arched his back, his sweet little hole winking at me as I continued to approach. One of his hands moved, and his breath left him in a ragged gasp the moment I finally reached my destination. There were a scant few inches between my mouth and his dick and I burned to reach out to taste him. To suck him inside my mouth. To please him.

He twitched when he felt my breath tickle over where he was red-hot and achy.

“You want me,” Jeffrey accused, his voice reedy soft, thick with emotion. Like this was the first time he was really allowing himself to accept that.

“I do.” I nodded, shaking all over. “Always.”