Hunt Me! (I Crave The Chase) - Page 180

“That’s it,” Jeffrey gasped out, fingers scrabbling at the comforter, though they grew slack when I angled my pelvis higher—and then, yes, yes. There we go. He sobbed, babbling words muttered into the fabric as I found his sweet spot and pounded into it relentlessly.

Why had I waited so long for this?

I could’ve been fucking him all day every day.

I jerked into him, over and over, groaning, my teeth clenched, my knot throbbing.

“C’mon,” I gasped out, yanking him back onto my dick, the sticky pink of his insides clinging to my crown. “Take it?—”

“Fuuuuck,” Jeffrey sobbed, a limp, dazed mess. His eyes were foggy again, his lips parted. Drool spilled onto the mattress as he lay docile and submissive beneath me, head tipped just enough I could see his lovely face. Taking my dick, the way he was born to do.

“Going to fill you up,” I promised, lashes fluttering. “Gonna make your belly swell—” Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Slap, slap, the wet smack of our hips filled the room, filthy and beautiful.

He looked so damn pretty like that, with his ass clenching, but the rest of his body soft. All that muscle relaxed, like he’d never felt more at ease than he did now, getting speared on my dick. I growled, plowing into him harder, enjoying the little uh, uh, uh sounds he made every time I pushed in.

My knot tingled, this fizzy electric zing that zapped down to my toes. It inflated, growing with each eager slap of our hips. In, in, in. I wanted it in—I wanted in?—

“Please,” I begged, hands slipping to his ass cheeks and forcing them apart so I could watch. Could see the way my knot pushed at his hole, begging entry. “Please.”

Jeffrey scratched meekly at the mattress, slutty and useless, his ass finally—blessedly giving in—and then.

Bliss.

Tight, sweet, wet, warm—fuck, fuck, fuck.

My eyes rolled back and I came. I came and came and came, claws digging into him—not hard enough to cut—but enough to bruise. I filled him up. Over and over and over, just like I’d promised. “Good bitch,” I gasped, mirroring the compliment he usually gave me. “Such a good bitch,” I ground into him harder, spilling for what felt like years.

“Fuck,” Jeffrey moaned, voice low and fucked out. “Thank you.”

I crowded against his back, teeth itching to bury in the back of his neck. To mark him as mine, mine, mine. But I couldn’t do that. Not now. I sobbed instead, burying my face in the fuzz there, mouthing at his nape with need.

“Bite me,” Jeffrey moaned softly, dazed and sweet. “I know you need it.”

That was all it took. With my knot tucked snug inside him and his warm muscle smashed against my own I just…I lost it.

My teeth sunk hard into the back of his neck, breaking skin, the bright copper of blood bursting on my tongue. I wished then that I could turn him. But I couldn’t. I couldn’t.

Jeffrey sobbed, and I came again, hot spurts filling him up. Enough that it began to spill free. Growling, I dragged a hand down, scooping the cum up and rubbing it into his ass and thighs. I wanted him to stink of me. Wanted to mark him as thoroughly outside as I’d marked him inside.

After my third load, I twisted my hand around him, feeling the swell of his belly with a greedy moan. Another spurt filled him and he gasped, docile and sweet—his expression blissed-out and blank.

“Good bitch,” I murmured again, holding him tight, my tongue lapping at the bite mark I’d left on the back of his neck. It was a clean bite. Straight through muscle and sinew. It would heal beautifully. A scar he’d chosen—when the rest of his scars hadn’t.

If he’d been a wolf we would be bonded now. The ceremony complete.

I made Jeffrey come twice on my knot.

Twice before he whined and batted my hand away from his sweet little dick, and begged me for a nap. It was our last day together. Our last day and I wanted to make the most of it. I couldn’t make him suffer with hope any longer. So instead of forcing another orgasm out of him, when my knot deflated I simply held him. Let my soft cock nestle in where he was warm and slick. Curled around him protectively one last time.

And loved him fiercely.

Because if there was anyone who deserved being loved, it was Jeffrey Prince.

The next morning I left him. I kissed his sleepy brow, his speckled shoulder, his sweet fingers.

“I love you,” I told his sleeping form, before rising to my feet.