Chapter 4 Hunter #2
He reaches down and rearranges his package, shoving his own shirt back into his waistband afterward, looking flustered enough that I almost want to touch him again.
“I should never have kissed you,” he says. “Made Mikael eat shit like he deserves, but it’s not going to happen again, Knox.”
“Not exactly the kind of kiss I’ll easily forget. You miss the part where I said I’m straight, Colson?”
He lifts an eyebrow. “Your cock felt pretty hard for someone who’s straight.”
The rage inside me is as familiar.
As familiar as the air in my lungs.
As familiar as my fingers twitching over the knife in my pocket.
“I’ll decide how you can repay me later.”
“Bro,” he protests, a sudden anger in his eyes. “Forget it happened. And don’t fucking talk to me again.”
“You’re the one who kissed me,” I say. “Bro.”
He’s barely looking at me now.
And he’s gone a moment later.
I watch him take off across the room, disappearing into the crowd.
Over the next half hour, I don’t run into my brother. Thank the fucking gods above. For all I know, Weston is trying to avoid me, too, and I’m happy to keep it that way.
I do learn some interesting gossip, though.
I hear a few society members talking about the attack that happened last night. The former Onyx member was strangled and shot.
Their ignorance is clear.
They say the guy survived a gunshot through the brain, but I know that’s extremely unlikely.
The bullet most likely didn’t even penetrate his skull.
I overhear a couple of people asking where Royal is, too, and I realize that it’s their nickname for Rayne.
Very cute.
Make his ego the size of a fucking continent, why don’t you?
Can somebody shoot me in the fucking head now, too?
An hour later, I’ve had enough.
I head up the dark wooden staircase, making my way through the long hallway lined with black-and-white pictures of Crimson College.
I swing open the door of Rayne’s bedroom.
Our bedroom now.
When I step inside he pushes himself up on his elbows in bed. He’s shirtless, and the only light in the room is moonlight coming in through the diamond-shaped panes of the window.
I’m surprised to see something I never expected on Rayne: two tattoos, in black linework.
Beautiful wings at each end of his collarbone.
I used to draw and paint all the time. I can recognize good art when I see it. I let my eyes rake over his chest, not trying to hide that I’m looking.
“That ink looks good on your skin.”
“Fuck off.”
“Can’t accept a compliment? Just another trait you share with my brother.”
“I won’t accept compliments from you, because I know you’re not sincere.”
“It’s sincere. Your tattoos look good,” I say. I imagine the needle hitting his skin, and I wonder how well he took it. “How was the pain on the outer collarbone?”
He glares at me. “It hurt. Like a bitch.”
I nod. “Good boy, not lying to me.”
“Not everyone has something to prove like you do.”
I’m surprised to feel my cock perk back up again. But his egotistical attitude feels like a challenge.
And that’s something I do like.
Rayne never used to talk back to me. Not that we ever used to really talk at all. He was always with Weston, and they always stayed far away from me.
But now…
Now, things are different.
His dark hair shines in the moon’s reflection as I shut the dorm room door gently behind me with a click.
I walk across the hardwood floor, pulling off my clothes before sliding into the bed opposite the room from Rayne.
I glance up and see he’s still staring at me.
“Waiting for another goodnight kiss, Royal?” I reach down and grip the hard outline of my dick through my boxer briefs, and I see his gaze flicker down toward my obvious erection. “I should make you kiss my cock this time instead.”
“You don’t want to joke like that to me.”
He’s doing it again.
Challenging me.
I get up and slowly walk over to the edge of Rayne’s bed.
“Who says it’s a joke?” I tell him in a low tone, gripping the outline of my cock. “Kiss it.”
It’s covered by fabric, but only inches away from his face.
I look down at him and I know I’ve surprised him. His big brown eyes are wide, and his lips are a little parted as he stares at my bulge through my boxer briefs.
When I look at Rayne Colson, I see someone who gets everything he wants.
And that makes me want to put him in his fucking place.
“Don’t bluff,” he says. “I told you I’m not afraid of you, Hunter.”
“My cock is right here.”
“Too bad there’s a sociopath attached to it.”
“Tonight is the last night I’m ever going to let you touch me. I hope you’re aware of that. Take it, Rayne—”
I pull in a sharp breath of air as he leans forward and pushes his lips to the tip of my dick, kissing it.
And then he opens his mouth and sucks it, right through the cotton fabric, and his wet warmth suddenly envelops the head of my cock.
The contact makes me throb, and involuntarily, I move my hips a little forward.
Turns out that a pair of lips really is just a pair of lips, after all.
It feels incredible, even if it is coming from another man.
He gives it another firm suck, and I’m so hard now I’m sure he’s getting a little of my precum through the material.
It’s too easy to imagine what my cock would look like pushing past his lips.
Deep into his throat.
Taking away his breath, and making him choke.
When he slowly pulls his mouth away with one last suck to tease me, I feel like an animal with my sights on the perfect prey.
My skin is hot.
I need to come so badly it hurts, and right now his slick, plush lips look like the perfect place.
“Go to bed,” he tells me, giving me a cold glare.
I pull at my waistband. “Why don't I put you to bed full of my cum, instead? Do you think a pretty-boy jock like you will look better with tears streaming down your face, when my cock head cuts off the air in your windpipe? Any reason I shouldn’t find out?”
He puffs out a breath, giving me a defiant glance. “Because you’re straight, remember?”
“You’re mouthy.”
“And you’re wasting your time.”
He gives me one last look, his eyes dancing lower to look at my bulge and the wet spot he left there. Then he turns around and faces the wall beside his bed, pulling the covers over himself.
My heart’s pounding.
I’m still so hard I’m starting to ache.
I lean over his bed, resting my hand on his throat again. It fits perfectly under my hand. I don’t push down, but he needs to know that I could.
“If you ever pull a stunt like you did at the party again, you’ll pay for it, Royal,” I say to him.
I can feel each breath he takes. Each heartbeat beneath his skin.
“You’re worse than I remembered,” he finally says.
“You’re better.”
“And don’t call me Royal.”
I sigh.
I give his neck a small squeeze, then take my hand away. I slide off my underwear and get in my own bed, and I know I’m going to need to make myself come before I can sleep.
“Seems like everyone else calls you that,” I mutter at Rayne. “I can tell you like pretending you’re a king.”
“I like everyone else. They can call me that. I fucking hate you, so you can’t. Simple.”
I wrap my fist around my cock.
I don’t give a fuck if Rayne turns over and sees me or not.
It’s his fault that I need to get off, anyway.
But a moment later he reaches for his phone, and I see that he’s not looking at me at all.
I glance over and watch his face drop into an expression of shock in the dim blue glow of the phone’s light.
“Goddamnit,” he whispers.
“What?”
“A second person just got attacked. Ethan’s in the hospital.”