Hunt Me! (I Crave The Chase) - Page 195
“Don’t be an idiot,” Jules huffed out. “Stop thinking with your textbooks and try to be a little fucking romantic for a change. Use your imagination.”
“That’s not how it works?—”
“Freckles!” Jules screeched—loud enough he broke through the red haze in my head.
Freckles.
Spots. Speckles. Creamy skin.
My head spun.
“Uh…fuck fuck fuck,” Jules muttered and my vision swam. “Freckles and uhhhh red hair!”
“What the fuck are you doing?”
“I’m anchoring him.”
“That’s not how that works.”
“You got a better idea?”
Harry was silent…then he sucked in a breath. “An ass that won’t quit!”
“Jesus, that’s not what I meant.” Jules laughed. “You can’t just comment on another wolf’s mate’s ass.”
“I don’t know shit about him—” Harry hissed out. “I noticed his ass. That’s about it?—”
“Music!” Jules shouted. “Oranges. His face when he saw you in a suit!”
“Think, Mutt.” Harry’s voice was frantic. “Think. You’re not this…you’re—you’re—your mate needs you. Your mate needs you. He needs you—come back.”
“Jeffrey needs you.”
He’s already dead. He’s already dead. He’s already dead. He’s already dead.
He’s already dead. He’s already dead. He’s already dead. He’s already?—
Jeffrey.
Jeffrey, Jeffrey, Jeffrey.
I jerked away from the bars, falling to my knees with a broken whine.
Jeffrey.
Jeffrey last night. The way he’d looked when he took my knot, the wet pink of his ass stretching obscenely wide.
Jeffrey and the way he’d cried for me. The way he’d hugged me. The way he’d promised he’d save me—always the savior.
Jeffrey and the way he melted beneath kind touch, like he’d never had it before.
Jeffrey and the way he opened his heart up even though he’d been hurt over and over and over again.
Jeffrey and the dark circles beneath his eyes. Dark circles because on top of fighting his own demons he’d decided to fight mine.
Jeffrey and the way he sang, musical and sweet. Prettier than bird song.
Jeffrey and how quick he was to jump to someone else’s aid. Self-sacrificing, even more than I was.
