Page 64 of Hunt Me! (I Crave The Chase)

I liked it.

Maybe too much.

“Yes you are, Alpha,” I corrected him, stroking up his inner thigh and across his hip to his ass so I’d have a better angle. I hadn’t meant to punish him—I’d simply been moving so I could reach better—but his response to what he perceived as punishment was more than a little telling.

“Yes, I am, Alpha,” Jeffrey echoed, voice quaking.

“You’re what?” I asked, groaning as I fondled one of his thick ass cheeks and the muscle gave beneath my fingers.

“I’m…a pretty bitch.” Jeffrey’s voice quaked. His scent was happy-good-need, and I groaned, diving into his throat again, my teeth digging in hard to reward him as my fingers found his twitching entrance. It gave beneath my touch, like it was trying to suck me inside, and I rubbed and rubbed and rubbed—softening the muscle.

He’d need to be relaxed if he was going to take more.

Fantasies danced behind my lids.

Fantasies of the day I’d have him whining and wet, sobbing as he rode my knot. Fat with my cum and leaking, my pretty, pretty bitch.

If he had been a wolf I would’ve mated him already. He would wear my mark on the back of his neck, and our bond would’ve been tightly knotted. He would be back home in our pack, and I wouldn’t be playing here—pretending like he wasn’t everything I’d ever wanted. Like he wasn’t it for me.

I forced those thoughts aside, instead focusing on the beautiful man in my arms. On the way he scratched at my forearms, raking trails up them—trails that healed the moment they rose. His legs were quaking, his hole sucking at my fingers.

When I pushed inside, he gasped, shame coloring his scent.

So I bit down harder on his neck. Hard enough I felt the skin begin to give. He was human. We couldn’t bond—so I didn’t worry as my teeth marked him, my index finger sinking in to the first knuckle.

“F-fuck,” Jeffrey hissed out, his back arching toward my hand, his voice quaky and soft.

I growled in agreement.

Because yes.

I wanted to fuck as much as he did.

His ass gave beneath my fingers easily. I knew it was because he played with himself—when I was here in my wolfskin I could often hear him in the shower, whining into the tile while he fucked himself. The slick slip-slide of fingers tucking into all that warm-wet-pink.

The same warm-wet-pink that I was currently stretching.

“M-Mutt,” Jeffrey managed, his voice low and husky. “Please, Alpha.”

He begged so prettily, so I had no choice but to give in. I knew what he wanted even without smelling him. So I pulled my fingers free, my teeth too. Lapping at the bruise I’d made, I grabbed on to his hips and jerked him around so he was facing the tile wall. The bow of his hips was gorgeous from the back, as was the curve of his ass.

I licked my lips, dropped to my knees, and pulled his cheeks apart. Water slid over the long line of his gorgeous body, cascading between his ass cheeks and washing the soap away.

“Oh fuck,” Jeffrey’s voice cracked as I grabbed a cheek in each hand and spread them wide. The pink of his hole winked at me, and I groaned, diving in tongue first. I ate him with a ferocity I’d never felt—not even when shifted. Long swipes, rough rubs, twisting, pressing, sliding in.

And when his little hole twitched and clenched around me, and his hard nipples were pressed against the chill tile, I reached up to slide a finger in alongside my wriggling tongue.

“Oh fuck,” Jeffrey repeated, lower this time, his hips humping back against my face. “Just like that—yeah—” he gasped. “Just—mmm. Deeper, I need—” I pushed in deeper and he sobbed. Then he fumbled for something on the shelf. A bottle of something I didn’t recognize.

He jerked it back toward me, and I growled at him, my tongue vibrating inside his ass.

“Fingers, lube. Fuck. Please—” Jeffrey managed.

I didn’t know what a lube was, but I didn’t like that he was bossing me around with it.

“Mutt,” Jeffrey quaked. “Trust me. Please. Put this on your fingers, and then you can really fuck me.” His voice was thready and low. “Fuck me hard enough I’m sore and thinking about you tomorrow.”

He was my good, clever mate so I trusted him. I took the bottle, pulled my fingers free—despite his whining—and coated them in the odd slippery substance. When I pushed inside next he howled. It was easy. Too easy. I slipped further than I had before, and my cock jerked as I stared at his sweet pink rim spreading for my finger.

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