Chapter 12 Hunter
Hunter
I keep my knife against Rayne’s chest.
Keep my hand around his wrist, too.
You made me lose it, and you’re going to pay for it.
A moment ago I wanted to kill him but when he gives me his tongue like this, I might rather fuck him instead.
As I’m kissing him I force him backward, both of us stepping back until his ass lands on the edge of his bed.
I push him down and straddle him on the mattress, never taking my lips off of his.
Once he’s lying down on his back, he’s sliding his tongue into my mouth like he’s needy for me even though I’m the one holding a blade on him.
His tongue is slick and warm against mine and the sensation goes straight to my cock. I’m hard and I’m not trying to hide it as I shove my bulge up against his naked thigh.
I love him in these boxer-briefs that leave nothing to the imagination.
I finally let his wrist go and the moment it’s free, he reaches down, cupping my hard-on through my pants.
“Knew you still fucking wanted it,” I growl at him.
“You came at me like a rabid animal,” he says, squeezing hard and making me moan. “How else am I supposed to calm you down?”
“You’re not calming me down, king. You’re begging to get fucked. Do you dream about me, Colson? Is that why you whimper in your sleep?”
“You watch me sleep? You’re more psychotic than I thought.”
I cut him off by pushing my thumb past his pretty lips and into his mouth.
He bites me, so I slide out the slicked finger and while his lips are still parted I put the back of my knife against his mouth instead.
“Something better for you to bite.”
He shoves his hand past my waistband and inside my pants, just like he did the other day. His fist tightens around my cock, giving it a hard squeeze.
His teeth come down on the knife and I can feel it wiggle the handle a little.
Good fucking Lord.
My skin is hot as I gently take the knife away from his mouth.
“I want to hurt you,” I tell him, “but not like that.”
“Am I the first person to tame you?” he says, cocking his head to one side. “The first person who doesn’t cower in fear when you put that stupid fucking knife near me?”
“You couldn’t even try to tame me,” I tell him. “Do what I say. Unbutton my pants. Your mouth looks pretty, and I need to take it.”
Rayne removes his palm from my cock. He takes his hand out of my pants entirely, but he doesn’t motion to undo my fly like I asked him to.
In fact, it’s like he’s decided to suddenly do a 180.
His gaze is suddenly defiant.
“Get the fuck out of my bed,” he says. “Go to bed aching or get yourself off, but you’re not touching me.”
A flash of frustrated tension hits me and I snap all over again.
I pull back my knife and I slam it forward, making Rayne jump.
The tip sinks into the carved wooden headboard of Rayne’s bed. The knife sticks out, inches from his head, like it’s framing him in.
The moonlight casts a shadow in the shape of my blade over his face.
I reach down and unbutton my pants on my own, moving to shove them off along with the rest of my clothes.
“I need to come,” I tell him, my voice low and steady.
“So come, then. Not my fucking problem.”
I sigh as my hand closes around my own cock.
I do what he says.
I don’t touch him.
Instead, I just stay straddled above him, one of my hands pushed down onto the mattress on the left of his head, the other on my dick.
I stroke my cock as I look down at him, and I watch his eyes widen, just a little.
I expect he might shove me out of bed.
Maybe pull my own knife out of that wood and try to hold it on me.
But instead I watch as Rayne bites down on his lower lip, then reaches to pull his cock out, taking it in his fist.
Oh, you desperately need to get off, too?
What a goddamn surprise.
The hail outside has lessened but now there’s a steady rain, constantly pattering on the window as my breath quickens.
“Is this what you wanted out of me?” he says in a low tone. “Pretend you’re protecting me, then get in my bed?”
I grip the base of my dick, squeezing it tight and then moving up into a steady stroke.
“Not pretending to protect you. I am going to protect you, no matter how cocky or ungrateful you act about it.”
He narrows his eyes. “I think you just finally have a place to put your bloodlust.”
“Can’t it be both? I can hurt someone who deserves it and help you at the same time. Win win.”
Suddenly he moves to press his palm down on my throat, and I can’t help but laugh as I feel his pressure on my neck.
“What happened to your whole no-touchies rule?” I say, my voice coming out a little different as he pushes down on my windpipe.
He looks so good when he’s like this.
When I get under his skin.
Rayne Colson always looks so sweet, but when I piss him off, a slow fire burns within him and makes him look a little more like a wolf. More like me than like a loyal puppy dog.
Loyal to my brother… but you come alive with me.
He drags his hand down a moment later, releasing my throat, and I miss it instantly.
“I hate you,” he utters.
“But you like this. Admit it.”
“Fuck off.”
“Say it, Colson.”
His words come out breathy and broken because he’s pumping his cock hard, now.
“I like knowing that you’re touching yourself because you can’t help yourself around me,” he tells me. “Onyx is my world. You aren’t going to change that.”
“I’ve already changed it. Claimed you as mine. My brother had no clue what was going on under that table. Or what you did for me in the library.”
He moans, but he won’t admit he wants that again, too.
When Rayne looks at me like this, it’s hard not to want to come.
“I’ll never be yours,” he says.
But he’s quickening his pace on his cock now, too.
“Want to watch you come,” I say, ignoring what he’s saying. “I know you’re going to come for me. Look me in the eye.”
His breathing is heavier now. He’s looking at me like he wants to stuff a gag into my mouth.
He reaches up and grips my ass, hard.
As he squeezes me, breaking his rule all over again, his eyelids drop a little.
“I’m going to come,” he says, his voice quiet now.
“Good boy, Rayne. Keep breaking your rules for me. I’m not forcing you. You want to.”
Watching him lose control is enough to make me lose it too.
He curses under his breath as he comes, and he shoots far, all the way up to the center of his chest. White streaks cover up the light red mark that the back of my knife left on his skin.
Tension coils under the base of my cock and I let go, coming along his stomach and chest.
And he almost looks as good covered in it as he did swallowing it.
I’m breathing heavy.
I know I own him, yet somehow I still want more.
He looks utterly used now, his face flushed and his hair all fucked up.
“Never happening again,” he utters.
I breathe in deep.
“Say that once you’re not covered in our cum.”
“Fuck.”
“Your voice sounds hot when it’s all ragged. Do you always like being called a good boy? You want me to do that next time, too?”
“I told you, it’s not happening again.”
“Keep telling yourself that—”
I’m cut off by a loud knocking at the door.
Rayne visibly tenses up at the sound, his half-lidded eyes going wider.
Someone is in the hallway.
“Rayne,” I hear a deep voice call out from behind the door.
I can’t help but smile when I realize it’s Weston’s voice.
My brother is right there in the hall.
Rayne wants to stand up, so I immediately push my weight fully down on him now, straddling him while he struggles.
I definitely didn’t bother locking the door, and I smile wider as I see the look of dread that comes over Rayne’s face.
“Just a sec, man,” Rayne shouts out. “Give me a minute, please.”
He gives me a look like he’s about to explode.
I keep him pinned on the bed.
Knowing that the door could swing open at any moment.
As Weston talks, I lean down and press a tiny kiss right below Rayne’s ear.
“Dude,” Weston is saying. “Noah and Oliver just made boozy milkshakes. Get your ass down here or yours is going to melt.”
I take Rayne’s earlobe between my teeth, giving it a gentle bite.
As I run my hand along his chest, I discover that his nipple is slick with our cum as my fingertips trail through it.
He tries to move a little, and the frame of his bed creaks.
Rayne blows out a long breath of air near my face, then calls back to my brother. “I’ll be downstairs in a sec.”
Weston pauses, but I don’t hear his footsteps.
“You okay?” his voice finally comes through the door. “I know today’s been stressful, man.”
Rayne hisses as I pinch his nipple hard.
“I’m good, Wes. I promise. I’ll be there soon.”
Suddenly Rayne yanks the knife out of his headboard and grips it, looking up at me with his eyes raised.
I’m only inches from his face now, looking down at him.
“You don’t know what you’re doing with that knife, babe,” I whisper.
“Things will be better soon,” Weston is saying outside the door.
I hear the slurping of a straw.
I click my tongue. “My brother always goes the whipped cream at the top before drinking the shake."
“Shut the fuck up,” Rayne whispers, and I run my thumb along his lower lip.
“Anyway,” Weston says. “Get your ass down here or I’m going for yours next. Kahlua and Oreo with a scoop of mint chip.”
As I hear Weston’s footsteps finally walking off down the hardwood in the hallway, I reach up and stroke my fingers through Rayne’s glossy chestnut hair.
“You did so well.”
I lean down to claim a kiss from him again.
At first he retaliates, biting down hard on my lower lip. But after a moment, when I gently put my tongue inside his mouth, he can’t help himself.
He relaxes.
He kisses me back, letting his tongue slide along mine.
He deepens the kiss, opening for me in a way that feels so good I could come from it, all over again. He’s a fucking good kisser, it turns out, and I’m tired of caring that I’m kissing another guy, because I love this way too damn much.
Rayne still hates me. Probably always will.
But it’s clear that this feels exactly as good to him as it does to me.
I slowly pull away, sucking his lower lip a little as I leave.
“You just can’t get enough, can you?” he says, with a slight rasp in his voice.
“Go clean yourself up,” I tell him. “Or maybe you should go downstairs covered in my cum. Your choice, king.”