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

Good boy. My skin buzzed.

I leaned up to bite one, because I could, and he shuddered, clutching his hands in my hair and forcing me to the other side.

“Fuck,” he gasped again, entire body trembling.

He had just come, yes. But all it took was one look to know that he was far from satisfied. My mate needed more. Jeffrey pushed me away from his chest before I could suck any more hickeys against it, his hands shaking as he pulled hard at my shoulders.

“You did so good,” he shuddered. “You were such a good boy—” My tail wagged. I couldn’t help it. He grinned, and it was soft again—though an edge remained. “Do you want a treat?”

A treat?

I did not want a treat.

I just wanted him.

“I want you,” I gasped out, gaze zeroing in on his pink little hole and where it winked between his legs.

And then he rolled over onto his belly again. His elbows took his weight. His legs spread wide as he reached back with one hand and pulled his boxers down his bouncy, freckled ass, inch by inch. I growled, claws popping free once more as I gripped the edge of the mattress, immediately shoving my face toward his ass. His hole was pink and innocent between the curve of his cheeks.

I wanted to bury myself inside it.

Suck and lick.

Fuck it till it was loose and open, dripping white with my cum.

Maybe I could put the tip inside again?

Just a little?—

Just…just?—

Jeffrey shimmied his hips away before I could connect with that sweet little hole and I whined in complaint, lips bumping against one of his fleshy ass cheeks instead.

“Beg,” Jeffrey demanded. He wagged his ass in my face and I whined, low and plaintive. Like a goddamn puppy.

“Please,” I gasped out, shuddering with desire as his hole clenched. I wanted in. I wanted in—I wanted— “Please, please, please, please, please?—”

“Okay.” Jeffrey gasped out a little laugh, tugging his boxers the rest of the way down and leaning on both elbows again. His hole twitched at me and I whined, opening my mouth, ready to plead some more. “I’m sorry. That was mean—” He was trembling. His freckled thighs were pulled tight with tension. “You can?—”

I didn’t need to be told twice.

I yanked him up onto his knees again, enjoying his happy little gasp.

And then my mouth descended on his hole before he could finish his sentence. He howled, bucking away from me in surprise as I slicked my tongue around the twitching entrance and tore holes in his mattress trying to force myself deeper.

“Shit,” he gasped out. “Oh shit.” His hips circled back a little as I speared my tongue, his hole wet and soft when I finally was able to push my way inside. “Fuuuuuck.” He humped my tongue, the tension in his body slipping away as he grew lax and obedient. “Fuck, buddy.”

“You missed me,” I murmured against his entrance, speaking to it directly. “Your greedy hole needed fucked.” I pulled my tongue out so I could swirl it around the twitchy entrance before I pushed back inside the tight clutch of his body. He was just as sweet here as he was everywhere else. Calm, unlike anything I’d ever known, settled over my body.

“Fuck,” Jeffrey gasped out. “Yes—I…I did.”

“You missed…” I murmured, rubbing my lips around the tightly clenched hole. “This.” I flattened my tongue, dragging it over his hole to demonstrate.

The weakness I usually felt after a full moon melted away. Till I was simply a toy. A toy for my mate’s pleasure as he circled his hips, back and forth, back and forth, and rode my tongue. The deeper I pushed inside him the harder he fucked himself, these broken little “uh, uh, uh” sounds escaping him every time I wriggled deeper.

I wanted to grab his hips.

Wanted to force him to ride me harder.