Hunt Me! (I Crave The Chase) - Page 212

My mate.

The man that owned my heart.

And he needed this.

He needed me.

So fucking bad I could taste it in the air.

My ass was slick and ready—we’d known this would happen before we’d even left our little shared apartment. Not that I’d been anything other than puffy and full of cum all day, but still.

“Fuck, Alpha,” I gasped out, groaning when Mutt’s hairy, claw tipped fingers dragged over my hips, forcing them up, and open, till my ass was presented and I could feel the slippery hot of his pointed, rock-hard cock pushing against my cheeks.

There was no preamble, no foreplay—and I was fine with that.

Completely fucking fine with it—because I’d been hard the entire time he’d chased me. And his scent was aroused, aroused, aroused—a plume of need and musk filling my nose. I sobbed, arching back obediently till the slick tip of his dick kissed my achingly empty hole.

We’d done a lot of experimentation since the first time we’d run together like this. I’d taken him in every one of his forms, in every one of mine—but this was…fuck. This was maybe my favorite. The way his alphaskin—a source of terror for most—became puppy-like greed, and achingly gentle as he lined his hips up and?—

Ohhhh fuck yeah.

Fuck.

So fucking huge.

He filled me. He filled me and filled me and filled me. So slick and big and hard—the red of his normally sheathed cock tucked snug inside me. So deep I swear I could feel it in my throat as the damn thing pushed against every bit inside me that sent stars bursting behind my eyelids.

“Fuck yes,” I moaned, hips jerking. Or, trying to. Because Mutt’s hands were still on them, his claws digging in as he yanked me back, unceremoniously till he was buried to the hilt.

He fucked me, rutting into me, over and and over and over—setting a brutal animalistic pace. All I could do was drool into the dirt and whine, the intoxicating scent of his rut filling my nose and head—till all I could think about was more, more, more.

A hot tingle bubbled up in my veins as I shuddered and gasped, ass burning as Mutt forced himself inside again. Every time he pulled out, I couldn’t help but clench, begging him back in, my eyes rolling back.

He snapped his teeth at me and I sobbed, nipples pebbled and hard, my cock bobbing uselessly between my legs.

Over and over, deeper and deeper, he rode me like a man possessed.

Our thighs bumped. His muscles rock hard beneath bristled fur. The thwacking wag of his tail could be heard—but only barely—over the wet slap of his balls smacking my perineum. If Mutt kissed like he had no fucks to give, he fucked like there was no tomorrow. Like he never wanted out of me.

His claws cut crescents into my ass and thighs, raking over my skin and leaving trails of raised scratches. Wounds that healed as quickly as they rose.

Mine, mine, mine—Mutt’s voice echoed in the back of my head, our bond twisting tighter, brighter, lovelier.

Mine, mine, mine?—

Need you.

Need you need you need you.

Needyouneedyouneedyou.

“Fuck,” I sobbed, reaching down between my legs to clutch my cock. All it took was one squeeze. One single squeeze, and then the brush of Mutt’s fur on my back, and his cock in my ass sent me off. Mewling weakly, I spilled into the dirt, clutching tight at his dick as it pistoned inside me, stretching me wide enough I could hardly breathe.

Take it, take it, take it.

Mutt’s knot swelled, stretching the tight skin of my rim as I gasped and whimpered, and with a brutal jerk of his hips he forced it inside. It was the sweet kind of ache. The kind of pain that burned just right.

Drooling, I jerked a little, then relaxed when Mutt’s teeth bit into the back of my neck, severing the skin there, the scent of blood filling the air as he marked me the way he always did when we were like this.