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

Maybe it was even better? Because I could feel the prickle of Mutt’s stubble rubbing against my skin and fuuuuck, that was nice. Different, but nice.

“No soap.” Mutt huffed against the back of my neck. The hot tickle of his breath made my knees weak. “I will buy you new soap. Better soap.”

Why were we talking about soap?

Also, his dick was pressing into me. Perky and hard, pushing obscenely through the fabric of his jeans and against my lower back. He kept doing these little forward rolls of his hips, rubbing it against me—almost like he didn’t realize what he was doing.

Hell, knowing Mutt, he probably didn’t.

Probably just wanted to fuck me so bad he couldn’t control it.

Oh god, that’s sexy.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

“Um.”

Get in the shower so you can get on that dick ASAP. The fuck are you waiting around for?

“It will be okay. You will see.” Mutt grinned at me. He stayed pressed to the front door, watching me as I shuffled down the hallway in a daze, pretty sure I must’ve fallen and hit my head when I was restocking the magic books Avery had gotten in earlier that day.

His dick was a hard line in his pants, staring at me as it lay long and thick and trapped against his thigh.

Would he have a knot?

Fuck.

I should’ve researched that before inviting him over.

I knew werewolves were real.

Of course they were.

This was just…my first time trying to seduce one. When we’d hooked up the first time, I hadn’t even gotten to see his dick—at least, not much of it. Sure, I’d seen the rosy pink head, and the fact he was uncut. But that was hardly enough. And also…huh. That was fucking unfair actually—when I thought about it. He’d been all up on my grill, shoving his fingers in me, and his mouth had been everywhere all at once—and I’d barely even gotten a peep show.

Never mind the fact I’d told him at the time that I wasn’t ready for that.

Because now I was. Very ready, I mean.

And now my thoughts were spinning back to knots.

Like…how would that feel? And what would one look like? And did all male wolves have them, or just alphas? And how big did they get—and did it hurt when they pushed in? And how long did they last—would it pulse? Would it force me open wide? Would it burn and ache, and make me sob into the mattress?

Would I feel full?

Too full…or…just right?

Fuck.

I didn’t have anyone to ask. Blair had only been with a vampire. And it wasn’t like I could ask Avery. I doubted there was a book about how to bang shifters in the shop—and even if there was, Avery was my boss. Asking him about wolf penises would be totally inappropriate. Fucking sucked that my background didn’t help in this situation either.

Every weekend for sixteen years, Lydia had forced her twisted teachings down my throat. She’d tortured me in the way only she knew how. Taught me how to kill, to stab, to maim where it counted. Made me read libraries worth of information about creatures she expected me to know how to murder—and yet…

I still had no idea whether or not I was about to touch a knot.

Though I suppose Lydia wasn’t entirely to blame. At least not for this.

Werewolves were private people—and didn’t write about their dicks.