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

He wanted this.

He wanted this but he didn’t know how to ask for it.

“Hold still,” I murmured against the shell of his ear, shivering when he released a ragged little whimper.

“Mmmnn,” Jeffrey gasped out, obediently frozen, his bowed legs trembling as I reached for the soap. Because he was playful, as well as delicious—he did manage one last barb. “I thought you said no soap.”

I snorted out a laugh, coating my fingers with the substance, before sliding a soapy hand down the broad line of his back. “That was before I knew what you were doing with it.”

Jeffrey shivered, and his nipples rubbed up against me and I was…fuck.

I was lost.

My hips jerked, pushing up against him, but I ignored my own very real need as Jeffrey laughed, low and throaty.

“You get this is weird, right?”

“Is it?” I asked, mouthing at his ear, sucking, licking the shell of it before nuzzling his throat where he was most sensitive. Earlier when I’d touched it, I’d scented the spike of arousal in the air, and it was easy enough to replicate the nibble-sucking he seemed to like so much.

He melted a little, still rigid, but twitchy soft now too. Like he couldn’t decide whether he wanted to be offended or melt into me.

It made sense.

After what I’d learned about him, I knew how difficult trust was for him to give.

“I mean…” Jeffrey managed, voice throaty soft. “I…”

“It’s not weird,” I countered, even though it probably was. I was certain, however, that touching him like this, taking care of him like this, was not as odd as he thought it was. I may have been a virgin before we met, but that didn’t mean I was an idiot.

I had instincts.

And my instincts were telling me that Jeffrey wanted this.

When my soapy fingers ran over his ribs and his hips, he wheezed, his cock leaking a steady stream against my thigh. He jerked his hips forward a little, looking for friction. His sweet bitch-cock left a sticky trail along the denim of my jeans and I growled, teeth digging hard into his throat so that he would be still so I could work.

“Oh fuck,” Jeffrey sighed, sagging the moment I bit down.

I rumbled my pleasure, unwilling to release him yet as I soaped up his cock and gave it a few, sudsy strokes. His hips stayed submissively in place, despite the pressure, but he still whined, his sweet little knees quaking like he was having a hard time standing up. Which was incredibly flattering—especially from a man who was so terrified of being vulnerable.

I held Jeffrey still with my teeth, his body lax and sweet as I teased and trailed my fingers over him, soaping and sudsing his lovely balls, then back behind them. By the time I pressed a finger to his pucker, he was panting, his chest jerking with each ragged breath.

I pulled back to check on him—and what I saw made my knot swell and my cock jerk inside my jeans.

Jeffrey was…a mess.

His eyes were glazed over, dark with heat. He was shaking and trembling—this time from pleasure. There were no demons in his eyes, there was no murkiness to his scent.

Simply put, my freckled prince was entirely focused on me.

His soapy cock pushed against my thigh again and I grinned, staring down at him through my lashes as he made a hurt little sound. Lost. Like he was begging his alpha to help him find his way home.

“Such a pretty bitch,” I said softly, voice low and crackling with heat. “Such a pretty, pretty bitch. Aren’t you, sweetheart?”

Jeffrey whined and I gave his hole another tap before withdrawing my hand.

His eyes widened—alarmed—like he thought the fact I was moving was a punishment for not agreeing outright. “Yes,” he gasped, ever the people-pleaser. “Yes—yes. I-I am.”

I’d never heard him so eager.