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

“Dickhead.”

I shoved him against the window and he flapped his arms at me, smacking me in the face as we wrestled for a solid thirty seconds till I won. Easily. Because he may be nearly as tall as I was, but I was way fucking stronger.

When I settled back onto my side of the truck, I was a little sweaty, and my grin was genuine. “If you ever need to talk to someone about…you know, whatever—I’m here too,” I offered, his own sweet words echoing around inside my head.

“Sounds good.” Collin beamed at me, his copper hair flopping all over the place, eyes as bright as mine were. “Are you gonna be less awkward around me now?”

“I hope so.”

“Cool.”

And then he was sliding out of the car and heading around to the back to help unload. I followed after him, and for the first time since I’d come back to Elmwood, I felt like…part of my own family.

And that was…

That was…

Kinda perfect.

The second Jeffrey left for work the following day, I knew what I had to do. Maybe it wasn’t normal protocol for humans, but it felt right to me as I shifted to open the window, then shifted back into my wolfskin to take to the dirt toward my temporary home.

It was a wonder he hadn’t figured out what I was yet, but I was grateful.

Because it meant I was able to spend every minute I could spare with him.

Still though…I craved the closeness of skin, and today, I planned to talk to him again, fur be damned.

The little house we’d rented was technically still in town, though it was on the border between Silas’s pack grounds and Elmwood. They’d placed us there on purpose because Dad had no choice but to warn both officials of my condition. And everyone figured it was safer.

That wasn’t the only thing in place for everyone’s safety, however.

There was a number on the fridge.

A number we were supposed to call should I lose myself.

It was supposed to be a last resort—but with both the local pack and SAC’s awareness of my moonsickness, there was very little room for error. If we called that number, the hunters would swarm in, and it’d inevitably end in my death.

Which was…scary.

I can admit that.

It was fucking scary.

And it wasn’t fair.

I hadn’t asked for this. I hadn’t been asked to be born this way. Hadn’t asked to be betrayed by my moon mother so early. Most alphas had plenty of time before they picked their mate. As per law, we had to wait till we were twenty years old. In the old days, before SAC had officially come to be, some packs would marry their alphas off as early as twelve. So it made sense to have regulations.

And in most cases, twenty was plenty early.

Yeah.

I was just unlucky.

But…I wasn’t the only unlucky one. Because while I was dealing with the side-effects of my nature, Jeffrey had been through far worse.

I’d bided my time, patient as I soaked up Jeffrey’s attention in my wolfskin and did my best not to want more. Touching him was nice, smelling his scent, listening to the sweet croon of his voice as he strummed the instrument his scent told me he loved. But it wasn’t enough. Because I knew what he tasted like. I knew what noises he made when he was aroused. I knew what his cum tasted like—and I…well…

I was greedy.