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

“Oh,” I said simply, my soggy tail whipping against the lip of the tub.

“Oh,” Jeffrey repeated, reverent, his back bowed as he pushed back against me.

And then I fucked him.

I fucked him hard. One finger, two, my tongue—then all three. Eating him the way he deserved to be eaten. His sweet little cock leaked uselessly against the tile as he humped my face, scratching at the tile with blunt nails.

It was difficult to hold back, to not pop my claws, but I managed.

Grunting and growling, I slurped and sucked, pushing a third finger into him till he was howling.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

And then he came.

Untouched.

His freckled, pretty dick spilled as he grabbed my hair and ground his ass back against my tongue and fingers. He was a sweaty, shaking mess as I softened my sucking, releasing his hole with a slick little pop, but leaving my fingers inside as I rose from my spot on the floor and crowded behind him.

With my free hand I grabbed his face, jerking it till I could see one of his eyes, and the dazed, fucked-out expression on his face.

“Mine,” I growled, jerking my fingers inside him again, enjoying the way he sobbed and his lashes fluttered in surrender, probably way too much.

“Y-yours,” he replied, voice hoarse. “Yours, Alpha.”

“You are so good,” I told him, because he needed to hear it. Even if he didn’t believe it. Even if he hated compliments—he still deserved them. “So pretty, so sweet, so noble. Perfect, perfect.”

Jeffrey whined, clenching around my fingers, his body lax as I kissed his parted lips. When he didn’t open as quickly as I wanted him to, I licked them, just to feel their softness. He groaned, opening wider—wide enough I could slip inside. I explored then, toying with his useless blunt little teeth. Rubbing along his tongue, enjoying the texture and shape of him. Eating him here as eagerly as I’d eaten his ass.

His hole clenched around my fingers every time I twisted my tongue against his, so I did it again. And again. And again.

When I pulled out of his mouth, a slick trail of saliva connected us, and my wolf crowed in triumph, burning right at the surface.

“Do you have a knot?” Jeffrey asked me, his voice fucked-out and soft. There was nothing behind the words, no fear, no revulsion, no shame. He was fuzzy and sweet, my perfect, pretty mate-mate-mate.

His scent was aroused-sated-happy.

My cock jerked and I groaned, the combination of how docile he was and his filthy words sending me spinning.

“Yes,” my voice was hoarse and low, my knot burning with the need to lock into something tight and hot and wet.

“Can I…lick it?”

And then it was my turn to burn.

Because Jeffrey was reaching for my wrist, gently pulling my fingers free. And he was twisting around and falling to his knees. And then his hands were at my zipper, and I was—Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

My head tossed back as that slick, hot little mouth wrapped experimentally around the tip of my cock. Precum leaked onto his clever tongue, spilling wet-hot-salt as I forced my head down to stare so I wouldn’t miss a single moment.

No one had ever touched me before.

Ever.