Hunt Me! (I Crave The Chase) - Page 179

“Okay,” Jeffrey said, his face pinched, though I could tell he was trying to be strong all over again. “Okay.”

“You are a gift,” I told him, in case he didn’t realize. “My greatest gift.”

Jeffrey leaned forward, and when our lips met they tasted like salt and sadness.

“I…” Jeffrey’s voice was quaky and soft. “I…”

I knew what he was trying to say, and I wasn’t angry he wasn’t ready yet.

Because I loved him. And I didn’t need to hear the words to know he loved me too.

That night I laid Jeffrey gently in his bed, and I took him apart bit by bit. I kissed every inch of his gorgeous body. I tasted his tears and his lips, sipped from his cock, and licked his hole till he was sloppy, wet, and open.

When I cracked open the lube—seriously best invention ever—Jeffrey groaned. He shifted onto his belly, arched his back, and wagged his ass at me, always greedy, always ready to be stuffed full of whatever I wanted.

My cock ached.

My knot throbbed.

I groaned, baring my teeth as I slid slick fingers against the tight ring of muscle and gave it a teasing rub. It gave beneath the touch, already softened. I growled low, hips jerking as he sucked me inside, my knuckles sinking deep.

He was looser than normal.

I hadn’t noticed with just my tongue—but with my fingers it was obvious.

“Jeffrey?” My voice was low and rough, I hardly recognized it.

“So you finally realized.” He laughed, and then gasped as I twisted my fingers, finding that spot inside him I’d discovered made him sing. “I…thought…tonight—so I prepped before.”

Immediately visions of him shoving his fingers deep inside himself. Of him sitting on that damn dildo he didn’t know I knew about. Of the hot pink splash of his ass giving beneath the pressure as his head tossed back and he howled, all that pale muscle clenching.

“Fuck.” I jerked my fingers faster, spreading them wider, grinning when he began to sing for me all over again.

My favorite song.

Jeffrey’s pert ass flexed, his cock dripping onto the mattress as I toyed with him, struggling not to throw caution to the wind and simply push my cock into him the way I wanted to.

“Why are you—” Jeffrey gasped. “I’m ready. Stop teasing— Why the hell do you think I prepped myself?” he grouched at me, twisting to glare. “You think it was for shits and giggles?”

I didn’t know what that meant.

But he certainly wouldn’t be laughing in a second.

“Are you sure?” I asked, hips flexing toward him, my cock dragging along the back of his thighs, leaving a sticky trail. “Are you?—”

“Have at it, big guy,” Jeffrey murmured, tucking his knees more fully under himself and arching his back.

That was all the encouragement I needed.

I grabbed my knot, squeezing it tight as I lined my tip up and just…sunk right in. Wet, slick, velvety heat grabbed me, sucking me deep. My toes curled, a broken gasp escaping me. I couldn’t help it.

All finesse disappeared.

I snapped forward, claws popping free, biting into Jeffrey’s hips as I drove into him with single-minded need.

Please, please, please.

He felt so good—so wet—so hot—so yes, yes.