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

And it was…

Oh fuck.

Oh fuck.

“You’re big,” Jeffrey said around his mouthful of my dick, still hazy, his lashes fluttering. “I like big.”

I whined, claws popping free as I scrambled at the wall for purchase. I knew if I reached down and grabbed him I’d likely break him—so I didn’t. Didn’t want to scratch up his pretty scalp, or crush him as I found pleasure inside his mouth.

This was better than anything I’d ever done to myself.

And trust me…since we’d met—I’d done a lot.

Spent any night he wasn’t around me with my hand down my pants and my cock wet, slick, needy.

“Oh.” Jeffrey’s voice was surprised, but not in a bad way as he peeled the pants lower and off and he caught sight of my knot for the first time. The water had run warm, and I was grateful—because my body felt overheated as it was. “It’s kinda…”

I whined as he traced a single solitary finger around the engorged ring at the base of my dick. “It’s kinda pretty,” he said softly, mouthing at the root, as he toyed with me curiously. His tongue flattened, tasting it like he’d promised. Then he slid up again, far too soon.

“Squeeze it,” I begged, hips jerking. “Please—” Apparently it was my turn to beg. “Please,” I repeated, voice low and rough. “Please, please?—”

Jeffrey squeezed my knot, his long, lovely fingers wrapping tight. I whined, rutting forward, my eyes rolling back as hot slick cum spilled all over his lovely face. That was all it took. One tight squeeze from his sweet, big hand and I was?—

“Oh, oh—” I sobbed, rutting against his face, pushing my cum into his hair and over his cheek, my balls emptying for what felt like centuries. He hadn’t needed to lick it, after all.

By the time I finished, Jeffrey was coated.

My wolf rumbled his approval, and I groaned, staring down at my mate with rapturous amazement as he lapped at the tip of my cock, pink little tongue teasing beneath my foreskin like he wanted to taste.

I wasn’t sure when I’d stopped trying not to call him my mate in my head, but I had.

“Not bad,” he said softly, voice low and rough. “Kinda messy but?—”

I yanked him up to his feet, shoving him into the wall, my claws pricking at his hips as I bit and licked and sucked my way into his mouth. My spent cock pushed against his belly, our half-limp dicks pressing together as I devoured him.

It felt natural to eat him.

To taste our flavors together.

To mingle our scents like I did when I was in my wolfskin.

I swiped my fingers through my cum first, then his, then rubbed it over his skin. Over his cock and balls, down to his taint. Over his nipples—which I plucked till they were swollen—and then up to his lips.

I fed the last precious drops of our pleasure to him, and Jeffrey simply groaned.

His eyes were as dark as ever, his long lashes fluttering.

“Taste it,” I growled, jerking his jaw open and pressing my cum-covered fingers against his tongue. He lapped at them obediently, eyes rolling back as he whined.

He liked this.

He liked this as much as I did.

My perfect match.

My mate, mate, mate.

I had been naive to think I could leave him alone.