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

I was only human, after all.

And while I was still dealing with all the new shit in my life—including the fuckload of info my therapist had given me, and my were-dog—my dick still knew exactly what it wanted.

I was supposed to be trying new things, right? Things that made me happy. And while the dildo I’d received in the mail that morning was intriguing—and I fully intended to use it when Mutt-the-dog wasn’t around—there was nothing quite like the real thing.

I’d never thought I’d be the kinda guy who thirsted after a throbbing, warm cock. Who thought about foreskin and imagined licking beneath it. Who wanted to twist and suck and slurp. Who wanted to be forced onto his knees and fucked raw.

But…

Apparently I was.

And sex with a real person was way better than masturbation.

At least…if tonight ended up half as good as the last time, who cared if my one-night stand became more than that?

My dick definitely didn’t.

Didn’t mean I had to be ready for a relationship, right? Or ready to face the fact that I didn’t deserve a guy like Mutt. A guy who was pure, and honest. Who wore his emotions on his face as plainly as if they’d been written in Sharpie.

I was turbulent lies, dark twisting vines, and thorns.

But…I could still have sex. It wasn’t like I’d hurt him either—so my past didn’t matter. At least, not here. Not now. When the only thing I could think about was touching his cock and seeing if it felt as soft as it looked.

I licked my lips, dragging my gaze over Mutt’s body. Across his broad shoulders, his biceps and the way they bulged with muscle, the hair that decorated his forearms, down to the hand that held his cock captive behind denim. He looked uncomfortable in clothes—like they didn’t fit quite right, even though they did.

I could feel eyes on me—but now that I knew they were Mutt’s I was able to force away the paranoia.

When I flicked my gaze up to his face, I groaned, unable to help myself. His nostrils were flaring, like he was scenting me and fuck…his eyes were black with lust. Fangs had popped out, filling his mouth like he was so turned on he hadn’t been able to control his shift fully.

“Hey, Mutt?” I asked, voice low. “How would you like your dick sucked?”

Imaginations were great but reality was trickier.

By the time we arrived at my apartment—I’d given Mutt a ride in my truck—he’d sniffed me about a hundred times, his face shoved against my neck at every red light like he couldn’t get enough of it.

Sex was on the horizon, and I knew that.

My dick did too—and it was happy as fuck, lemme tell you that much.

I didn’t feel the trepidation I had earlier when I’d tried to go out and get laid. This was…smooth sailing. I, oddly enough, didn’t have walls up with Mutt around. Even though I liked him, a lot. So you’d think I’d have more—on account of wanting him to like me back.

He was just…immune, I guess? To walls.

Maybe it was his honesty. The way he usually didn’t lie to me. The way he was sweet and dopey—and so open with his affection that I never needed to guess if he liked me or not.

At first, I worried that when we got inside my apartment that I’d have to pretend to be surprised my dog was gone, but Mutt didn’t ask—so I didn’t say anything either.

“I’m gonna shower,” I blurted, instead of going for his belt buckle as soon as we pushed through the front door like I’d planned.

I hated feeling the cling of sweat after a long day and sometimes I needed the heat to reset my mind. Plus, if I was going to ask him to put his fingers up my ass again, I kinda wanted to be squeaky clean.

“Do not use soap. I do not like soap,” Mutt said happily, his tail thumping against the door as he crowded behind me. His breath tickled the back of my neck. I shivered as he leaned down, nosing at the fuzzy hair at my nape.

“I kinda need to use soap.” My brow scrunched—but I was distracted.

Especially when he parted his lips and started mouthing at the skin he’d been nuzzling. I shuddered. My neck had always been one of the most sensitive parts of my body. In high school, when I’d fuck my way through parties, all it would take was a single kiss at my throat and I’d be hard enough to fuck for hours.

This was no different.