Hunt Me! (I Crave The Chase) - Page 210

And Mutt was my hairy, handsome, happy ending.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” My pulse was racing, the moon high above. It drooped between the looping twist of trees as I scurried through the woods. All four of my legs ached, but in a way that only made me burn brighter–harder–longer. The wind ruffled through my fur, and the cold snap that had settled now that the sun had sunk low tasted bitter-bright on my elongated, panting tongue.

Behind me, the thud of feet hitting the ground made my blood sing.

Thump, thump, thump.

I could smell him. Need-hunt-hunger. The spicy musk of alpha. Something sugary sweet that only Mutt possessed. Stronger today because it wasn’t just the full moon, but Mutt’s rut too. It’d come later this year than usual, probably because of what we’d been through last winter.

Thump, thump, thump.

Another tree to twist around, another twig to snap beneath my paws.

The stuttery beat of my heart called to my mate, beckoning him after me.

Mutt’s desperation clogged my nose, made me feel fizzy and soft. Made me want to roll over and give him my belly—because he was alpha—my alpha, and I needed him as much as he needed me.

But first…the chase.

It was a tradition. Something we’d done for the first time that day in the blood-covered snow. Bursting through the trees and wandering far into the milky white froth of winter, desperate for heat and warmth and the slick-hot bite of his teeth in my neck and his knot in my ass.

That had been our first true chase.

Today was different for many reasons, but no less delicious. Because anytime I lost the steady beat of Mutt’s feet—feet, because he was in his alphaskin tonight—I could still scent him on the wind.

Calling to me.

Begging for me.

My lungs burned, my muscles tingling as I leapt over a mossy log, the thump, thump of Mutt’s feet getting louder. My fur stood on end, panic and desire fizzling beneath my skin as my alpha grew closer and closer. I was faster in this form than I was in my humanskin, but it still felt odd, unnatural.

One day it would be second nature, but today was not that day.

It’d only been a few months since I’d figured out how to shift, after all, and I knew it would take some getting used to. Just like my new heightened senses had.

There were still days when the new sounds and smells overwhelmed me. Made my skin feel tight and the world feel small. And all I could do was crawl beneath the blankets in our bed and nest, desperate to hide.

At those times, Mutt’s scent and warmth were the only things that soothed me. His favorite blanket and mine, tangled over top of my head to block out the worst of the noise. He’d find me, because he always did, and he’d sneak beneath the covers beside me. All that hot, sticky skin pressed to mine as the gentle rumble of his purr calmed my racing thoughts.

For hours we’d nest together. It wasn’t overtly sexual. Simple and soft and innocent. Until the moment it wasn’t anymore, and my need burned bright. Oftentimes the moment my skin became the right size for my body again, I knew just what I wanted. Mutt was always quick to deliver, sweetheart that he was.

Sleepy and docile, I’d turn onto my belly, arch my back, and beg him to mount me till my hole was puffy and slick with his cum, and the wolf that thrummed beneath the surface of my skin was as sated as I was.

Tonight was not a night for cuddling.

No.

Because Mutt had woken up that morning with an itch beneath his skin, and his cock pointed right at me. He’d whined into my hair, huffing and shuddering, hips rubbing needily against my ass, his naked cock leaving hot smears across my skin.

I’d thought I’d been getting the handle on this whole werewolf thing. But apparently there was always something new to learn—because three knots later, when my body was trembling and twitching, and Mutt’s cock was still hard, we finally figured out what was wrong.

He was in heat.

No matter how many times he sobbed and fucked into me nothing seemed to work. The itch beneath his skin only grew, his claws popping free, hair spreading across his body, tail erect.

“Please,” his voice had been low and rough as he’d nuzzled into my ear. “Please— It’s not enough—” His hips snapped into me harder, a pitiful whimper escaping him. “I need—I need?—”

“Anything,” I’d promised, because I meant it.