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

Jeffrey, Jeffrey?—

Mate-mate-mate.

My cock ached, my head full of thoughts of creamy freckle-covered skin. Of his smile—the quake of his shoulders. The way he looked at me with those dark, needy eyes. My cock slid from its sheath, achingly hard as I gave up all pretense and started rubbing my scent all over the dirty clothing till Jeffrey became Jeffrey-Mutt and my wolf preened happily beneath my skin. Our combined musk was even better. It was right. My cock jerked when it pushed against the pile of fabric. I growled softly, the friction sending my head spinning.

In my defense…I hadn’t actually meant to fuck the pile of clothes.

I just…got carried away?

Thoughts left the building, the parts of me that were human slipping away as I jerked my hips again, then again, then again. The friction was good but not enough—not enough, not enough. I need more. More taste, more smell—more Jeffrey. I sucked one of the new pairs of boxers into my mouth till the fabric grew foamy wet, tongue laving over the fabric, my body buzzing with need.

So close—just a little?—

Just a?—

That was, of course, when Jeffrey walked in.

He’d taken one look at me rutting into his dirty laundry, with his boxers in my mouth, and immediately started laughing his ass off. That was fair. I wasn’t sure how I’d gotten into this mess, but I was glad he found it funny, rather than disturbing.

Perfect mate.

So sweet.

So kind.

Stop calling him that—stop.

It hurts, it hurts, it hurts.

“Dude!” Jeffrey gasped out, amused and horrified in equal turn. His scent was happy-confused-shocked. “Gross!” His hands moved to his hips as he huffed down at me. But my gaze snapped to his very naked, very spotted chest, and I was…fuck. Couldn’t stop my hips from moving.

This was what I’d needed.

Just looking at him was enough.

Hungry, hungry, hungry.

“Fuck, I don’t even know what to do with this.” Jeffrey pinched the bridge of his nose as I panted up at him, unable to help myself. God, his scent was even better like this—with only a towel to cover it.

I so badly wanted to cross the room and tear the towel off. To snuffle and lick where he was soapy clean and soft. Would’ve been better if he was still sweaty. If his musk had been stronger—but this was good too.

So good.

So so so good.

So—

Uh.

Fuck.

Fuck, that felt so good.

I whined, and Jeffrey shook his head, still horrified-amused.

“I’m going to leave,” he said simply, talking to me like he expected me to understand. “And when I come back, you’re not going to be doing…whatever it is you’re doing right now.”

My tail wagged, ears flattened, and Jeffrey nodded to himself.