Hunt Me! (I Crave The Chase) - Page 214

“Mom’s going to be pissed,” Richard laughed, sounding weirdly happy about that.

Mutt grinned at me when he saw what I was doing. And because he was a babe—the babest babe that ever babed, he offered me a silver packet of Pop Tarts. The last ones, because “I did not want you to go without.”

A lot had changed since that day six months ago, but a lot had stayed the same too.

Mutt still enjoyed the toys I’d bought him from the pet store—which was…hilarious. I still coveted the squirrel dog toy that he’d bought me for my “sex basket”. We were as horny as ever. And now that I’d discovered the joy of getting plowed with wolf dick, I kept my ass primed and ready like ninety percent of the time.

So that all he’d have to do when he saw me was slip my pants down and slide right in.

Just the way we liked it.

I forgot what it was like not to be covered in quick-healing hickeys and bruises. And we discovered—through trial and error—that bites from his alphaskin took the longest to heal, and those quickly became our favorite.

The bite on the back of my neck—the mating mark—never faded.

The first one. From his human teeth.

The one that had bonded us before we’d even known we could.

“Good bitch—” Mutt’s voice was muffled, his teeth sliding out of my neck, the crackled growl of his alphaskin’s tone buzzing through the air. He didn’t like to speak like this. It was difficult and hurt—but he managed anyway sometimes, because he told me the ache to talk to me was worse than any pain.

“Pretty bitch,” his voice was a low, buttery snarl.

I shuddered, moaning softly as the wet slide of his teeth leaving my skin made my nerve endings light on fire. Shivery and docile, I groaned when he shifted his hips, his knot rubbing up inside me. It couldn’t move much, especially when he was in this form. It was a wonder it could fit at all, he was so fucking big.

It burned so good as he rocked it inside me, the hot spurts of his cum filling me up.

“Need you,” Mutt’s voice dropped even lower, and I chanced a glance back, desperate to see his face. His furry head was tossed back, his dark pelt liquid black where it cupped his shivering pecs. He was panting, snout tipped toward the sky, his powerful humanlike body shifting with every minute twitch of his hips.

Gorgeous.

So fucking gorgeous.

My ass twitched and he growled, dropping his head back down, his eyes flickering like a predator as he snarled at me. I didn’t flinch, because it wasn’t meant to scare me. Not really. Besides, he couldn’t scare me if he tried.

He was a giant cinnamon roll, even in this form, and that was the goddamn truth.

With his wolf so close to the surface, Mutt was ravenous when he was like this. He normally had very little mind to mouth filter, and that only got worse the hairier he was. There was something primal and delicious about the way his hips continued to rut—almost like he couldn’t help it—like despite the fact that he was buried as deeply inside me as he could go, he still wanted deeper.

When his knot finally softened enough he could pull out, he whined, this low needy sound, slick, pointed cock slipping free.

The bright pink flesh was still hard, flexing toward his belly, his hairy balls full and swollen with another load, despite the fact I could feel his cum dripping out of my ass. That was another new thing we’d discovered. He came a lot when he was shifted.

“Mutt,” I murmured, voice low and soft. Thready sweet, the way I’d never known it could be till I met him. “Alpha,” I twisted around, twigs digging into my bare back, my movements sluggish, my hole clenching.

“So sore and wet,” Mutt rumbled, staring at my hole as I spread my legs to give him a better look. His long, textured tongue flickered out to wet his lips. And then he descended on my ass like a starving man. Dexterous and slippery, his hot tongue slid inside me, rubbing his cum deeper, then scooping it out, his fangs pushing against my most sensitive flesh.

It should not have felt as good as it did.

It shouldn’t have made my skin zing and my spent cock perk up.

But it did.

The danger of it was nearly as good as the pleasure.

This looked so wrong—his wolf-like head tucked between my legs. And that little thrill only made me harder, made me clench tighter, made my head toss back and my legs spread wide enough to accommodate his massive furry head.

When Mutt pulled back—after making me cum twice more—first with his tongue on my hole and cock, and then with his cock inside me, he had a smug grin on his face.