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

I pushed the sliding door shut with my hip, struggling against it as Mutt huffed out an annoyed little breath. It pinched his shoulder.

“Yeah, okay.” There was no point lying. I wheezed a little as he fought the door again. “But showers are not cuddle time.”

“Any time is cuddle time,” Mutt told me sagely. He fought back against me and I couldn’t help but laugh. Mutt huffed again in annoyance. “Let me in.”

“No.”

“Why?” Mutt demanded, holding the frame in one hand, half of one of his big bare shoulders still inside along with his now soggy head. The triangular wolf ears on top of his head flattened unhappily.

Fuck.

My cheeks felt hot and I shivered, embarrassed and weirdly…turned on. Apparently fighting with him did it for me. Because my cock began to fill despite how awkward and uncomfortable I felt. I didn’t know how to get him to go so I could do my business—so I just…decided to tell the truth.

Since apparently he could sense lies, anyway.

“Because I wanna wash my ass, dude.” Ew. Did I really just say that? “Hole,” I corrected myself, though that didn’t feel much better.

“Why wouldn’t you want me here for that?” Mutt narrowed his eyes at me. Then his gaze flickered to where my dick still lay out of sight. It twitched, and he licked his lips, like he could sense it somehow. Like he could smell it.

Oh fuck.

He probably could.

Aroused, annoyed, and irritated, I shivered.

“Did you forget that I have already been inside you?”

My nipples perked up, achy and pink as I licked my lips and stared back at him—my desire probably written all over my face. I shifted, uncomfortable—turned on, and more than a little horny.

Mutt looked hungry.

His eyes were blown black with lust, his delicious cock a greedy line where it lay trapped against his thigh. Fucking huge cock. Monstrous really. I hadn’t remembered it being that big last time—but I’d also been distracted.

“Fuck,” I shuddered, half of me offended, and the other half needy as hell. “I just…need five minutes. I’m showering, man.”

“I could be showering too.” Mutt’s nostrils flared and he inhaled greedily, his tail wagging as he forced the rest of his upper body inside the shower stall.

“No,” I shoved at his meaty shoulder, removing the hand I had covering my dick to do so. His grin was feral—like that was what he’d wanted all along. His eyes flashed—glowing for a second as my heart stuttered. “You can fucking wait.”

“Okay,” he conceded for once, not pushing back. He didn’t leave though. He stayed halfway inside the shower, growing soggier with each passing second as he stared at me in all my freckled glory. His eyes slid down my heaving chest, over my hard nipples, to my belly button, and then my cock where it stood in a nest of copper curls.

My dick flexed, and Mutt rumbled, pleased.

“Good bitch,” he said softly, and I jolted, heat coursing through my veins and lighting me up from the inside out.

Suddenly, it didn’t matter if he had a knot or not.

My shame didn’t matter.

Only his voice, and its husky rumble.

And my new name.

A name no one had ever called me—that should’ve been mean and degrading but wasn’t. Because I knew Mutt didn’t mean it that way. When he said “good bitch” it was because I was meant to lie down, ass up, and let him take me. Being a “good bitch” simply meant I was his.

I’d never been a self-conscious dude. Not with hookups or at the school gym, or anything public. Sure, I hid myself from Blair, but that was out of a sense of duty to protect him from the truth, and not because I was ashamed of my body and what I’d been through.

We both had demons.