Hunt Me! (I Crave The Chase) - Page 215

His eyes glinted and I laughed, fucked-out and quivery, the full moon coating his fur in blue light. He was a smug bastard. More confident now than ever, as he’d had months to learn my body, and liked to use his newfound knowledge to his advantage.

I was sweat sticky, coated in my own release, and exhausted. And still, his cock rocked into me, the wet slip of his spilled cum squelching as the liquid-hot pressure pumped in over and over again.

He was a charming, smug bastard.

And apparently smug bastards were my thing.

Mutt kept releasing these lovely shallow grunting sounds, his hips snapping, his powerful body bowed over mine as he fucked and fucked and fucked, eyes pinched shut, mouth full of razor sharp teeth clenched tight.

When he came again he hissed, the hot splatter of his cum inside me painting my insides. I was so full I was surprised he could fit more inside me at all. Could feel my belly bulge when I lay a hand on it—not sure if it was in my head or not—but either way, it was hot as hell.

“Gotta breed you,” Mutt murmured, voice crackly soft. “Gotta breed you—Please—I need?—”

“I-I know,” I gasped out, because I did. I did know. Better than anyone honestly. His need to claim and mark and mate. To fill me full enough I’d be aching and empty for days without him. To make my ass smell like his cum. To mark me inside and out.

When I squeezed his knot inside me a second time, Mutt made a garbled wet sound, pitiful and sexy all at the same time.

Hours later, after we’d calmed down and fucked like rabbits all over the woods, Mutt carried me home. I healed quickly now—quickly enough most wounds didn’t bother me. But he was still a gentleman. Chivalrous as hell. And he took it upon himself to make sure I was sore enough it’d take a while to fully heal, just because he liked the way I whined.

I couldn’t complain. I liked it too.

“You are happy?” Mutt asked, still in alphaskin, his fur warm and prickly soft as he carried me through the woods toward the little house we’d rented on the new pack grounds. It was kinda…the most perfect place ever. Had amazing water pressure. Never ran out of hot water. There was a cobblestone path that led up the steps, and the front was covered in ivy.

It looked nothing like anywhere I’d ever lived before, and it felt right.

It was kinda huge too—for two people, but Mutt assured me we wouldn’t be alone for long. Like he’d told me long ago there were “many pups who needed homes,” and while neither of us were ready for parenthood yet, one day we would be.

It showed how far I’d come, that that thought filled me with warmth and elation, and not dread.

Because I knew now, despite never having a good father myself, that I would be a fucking wonderful dad. Our kids would be safe from harm, no matter what befell them. They’d be safe from the monsters that wore human faces, and the darkness of the world. And they would be loved, as simple as that.

Mutt had taught me a lot of things.

But most of all, he’d taught me that true strength came from surviving. From enduring the cruelties of the world, and learning how to smile despite them.

As Mutt tucked me into bed, shifting with a crack-snap of bone, his fur melted away. Warm skin pushed against mine. His tongue lapped at the bite on the back of my neck, soothing and slick, the blankets pulled up snug around us. The gnome in the corner of the room sat sentinel, watching over us as our hearts beat the same lovely rhythm.

I’d been lost for so damn long.

Tired for so damn long.

And as my eyes slid shut, with my mate behind me, safe in our nest, in the home we’d made, it felt good to finally rest.