Hunter #2
“Uh, I didn’t tell her.” He rubs the back of his neck with a small frown. “I’m a consenting adult. Besides, I just have to pose right?”
“Naked,” Soren helpfully points out as they move past us.
“What?”
“That’s what life drawing is, dude.” My hands are resting on my hips as I watch a myriad of emotions flit across his face. I knew it. He had no clue what he was agreeing to when he said yes. “Posing naked for starving artists to improve their anatomy skills.”
“Uh, I can’t.”
“Come on, don’t pretend you’re nervous about taking your clothes off.” Soren teases. “We’ve all thirsted over your PikSnap.”
I move, looking where it would be best to set up with my sketch pad when I’m tugged backwards. Evans has hooked his finger through one of the loops on my jeans, pulling me in close.
“There might be a small problem,” he says, glancing around anxiously and he shuffles from one foot to the other.
If he was going back on what he said then that was fine. I just needed to know what he was playing at, as people glanced our way.
Emma looks over, “Is everything okay over there?”
“Yeah, it’s his first time so he’s a bit anxious if you just give us 10 minutes?” I say as I drag Evans back out into the corridor. I’m caught off guard when he fists my shirt, pulling me down the corridor, limping our way to the bathrooms.
Evans mumbles something as he locks the door behind us but I can’t make out what he’s trying to say. “What? Seriously bro, you’re going to have to be louder.
He stands still for a moment, staring up at the ceiling before screwing his eyes shut. “I can’t get it out.”
“Get what out?” What has he done now?
“In.My.Ass.” He hisses, running a hand through his hair before wincing. My brain is like a stuck record, or a scratched CD skipping over the same part again and again. Did he just say what I think he said?
I blink. “I’m sorry, what?”
“I bought…a toy. And now it’s stuck.” He bought a toy? What kind of toy? From where? Who was he going to use that with? Sadie?
No, not the point here Hunter. Stepping back, I lean against the wall, trying to put some distance between us so that I can think.
“So, go to the ER?”
“Dude, do you know how much my dad will murder if I go to the hospital for this.” The anxiety in his scent is making me want to react, making me want to protect him. “You’ve got to help me.”
Looking at him and the way he’s clenching his thighs together I realise he must have some sort of butt plug inside him. He wines.
“No.”
“Please, you’re the only one I trust.” My inner beast, the alpha side of me, practically preens in approval, liking that I’m the only one he can count on to ask for help. Was his survival instinct broken? He’s an alpha, trusting me, submitting to me.
“Hunter, it hurts.” He shifts from foot to foot again, wincing.
“Stop clenching down.” I chide, thinking about the best way to fix this quickly as I tap my tongue piercing against my teeth lazily. “You need to relax.”
“I’m trying!”
“Right, come on. Let’s take a look.”
There’s a heavy silence between us.
“You want to look?” He asks quietly as blinks slowly, looking like one of those dolls with long eyelashes. Or a 1950’s housewife who’s clutching their pearls as if I’ve suggested something lewd.
“How am I supposed to help you remove it? Fucking Jedi powers?” Rubbing my face with both hands, I sigh loudly. How did he always get stuck in these situations? Soren’s lavender perfume clinging to him isn’t helping my patience either. Jealousy weaves its way through my thoughts like a vine.
Evans cheeks slowly flood with pink and the tips of his ears go bright red. He looked the prettiest when he blushed. Taking a few steps backwards has him whimpering. The small noises do something to me as I resist the urge to make him move more to hear them.
“Pants down.” I demand, lacing a little bit of Alpha Voice in my words to settle him.
Evans never gets embarrassed easily, I’ve seen him throw up on himself and still continue to party in front of everyone and yet, when he’s with me, he blushes more often than not.
“Come on, I’ve had my fingers in your ass before bro. ”
He remembers and even if he didn’t, he’s thinking about it now. I scent it on him.
Desire.
Arousal.
“Yeah but that was different. Shelby was there…” Mentioning the omega from Crest Haven makes my gut tighten, and my hackles rise.
I can’t help the next words come out of my mouth even though I know they don’t help the situation. “She wasn’t there when you were being a little perv out on the landing, was she?”
He instantly straightens, wincing. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Liar.” Goading him wasn’t going to get this situation sorted.
Grabbing his shoulder, I turn him and shoving him against the wall, fighting the need to bite him, mark him, claim him as mine as I lean in by his ear, “Now, since you want to do this the hard way, you can just pretend I’m taking your choice away, Benedict. ”
Keeping him pinned with my arm, I reach down and tug his slutty little grey shorts down. His boxers come with them so that they’re wrapped around his ankles.
“Breathe, baby. I won’t hurt you.” Shifting back so I can see, spreading his cheeks carefully, I catch a glimpse of something metallic poking out of his hole.
“It already hurts!”
“Do you want to tell me why there’s a plug in your ass?”
“I was trying something.” He has both of his palms pressed against the wall, almost like he’s afraid to move.
I know it’s so he can imagine that I’m forcing him to do this, but sometimes with Evans, he wants to submit, but he’s afraid to let himself go.
I know somewhere deep in the dark recesses of his brain he’s saying ‘Hunter made me do it. Hunter is making me stand here and spread for him.’ Because then the control is out of his hands.
The blame—the guilt, the responsibility—is all mine.
“I wish I could paint you like this.” He has got a hell of an ass.
All that football practice, and sessions in the gym are working in his favor.
Right now, he looks like a masterpiece. I’m probably never going to be able to get this image of him submitting to me, exposing himself to me, being vulnerable with me, out of my head. “So beautiful.”
I run my hands up the back of his thick thighs as he inhales sharply. The metal between his cheeks seems to wink at me as he clenches again, his body tensing up. It looks like he’s pushed the plug-in at a weird angle and he’s panicked trying to get it out.
“Benny, you need to relax.” I don’t want to rush this because I don’t want to traumatize him.
“I fucking can’t! You’re staring at me and there’s a metal thing stuck in my ass and it won’t come out! If my dad finds out, I’m fucked. And oh my goddess, Sadie. Can you imagine what she’ll—OW!”
His voice gets higher and higher in pitch. It looks like I’m not the only one who spirals easily.
He needs something to bring him out of his mind, and I’m conscious that the rest of the class is waiting for us in the hall so whatever it is, it needs to be quick and dirty.
Bringing my open palm down, I spank his cheek, watching as his tan skin turns pink beneath my hand. It’s cute, the way his skin is so sensitive and the pink handprint blooms, spreading like spilled ink.
“Hunter! What the fuck man?” He pants, the words almost stuck in his throat. And there it is, the hint of arousal spikes. He likes it when I’m rough. Fuck, if that hadn’t made my cock throb in my jeans, then I was dead.
“Stop. Breathe. That’s it.” I say reassuring him as I rub his lower back, my right hand moving up under his shirt. “Good boy.”