Hunter #2
His knot throbs as his breathing turns shallow. He’s close, I can tell by the way his thighs tremble beneath me.
“Come for me, Benny,” I murmur, no alpha voice needed as my hand comes up to grab the back of his neck. I push out some of my pheromones, since he doesn’t seem adverse to them, just enough to help push him closer to the edge of the abyss.
He shrugs me off with a low whine.
“Not yet, not yet. I want…I need…”
He moves quickly, climbing on top so that he’s sitting on my stomach. His hand keeps working his cock, firm, frantic movements as he gets closer to his release.
“I need…”
One hand grabs hold of my thigh, fingers biting into my skin as he chases his orgasm. It’s like he’s using me to anchor himself, keeping himself in the present so he doesn’t drown in the tsunami of pheromones.
Rubbing the tip of his dick over my nipple piercing, he pants as the metal ring catches on his slit and that’s it.
He’s done.
He tosses his head back, the muscles in his neck corded as he moans and his cock spurts cum all over me.
Hot and sticky, it practically gushes out of him as he paints my chest, my neck, and even catches on my face as he slowly milks out every last drop before pushing his softening cock through our combined mess. He leaves me a streaky mess.
“That was…”
Intense.
Perfect.
Everything.
A mistake.
Evans looks dazed. Like he's trying to understand what just happened. And suddenly I can't bear to watch.
He’s not mine. Not even now. Not ever.
Something inside me cracks, splintering apart.
“Thanks for that. I need to shower and get moving.” I gently push him off me and grab a T-shirt off the floor, tossing it to him to use to clean up.
It was a lie. But I couldn’t stay here and watch the regret creep in and I wasn’t strong enough to watch it play out on his face.
“I need to meet Percy soon.” I’m being petty now. Putting those walls up before Evans can. There's only so many times he can shut me out, and right now, I don’t think I’ll cope with his rejection. Getting to my feet, I pull a pair of boxers on and head to the shower.
“Wait—what?”
“So, why are we running away from your lovable dumb jock?” Percy asks as we walk through town, drinking iced coffees and window shopping.
There really wasn’t much in Grandview, but there were a few tourist shops, a delicious bakery, two decent coffee shops, a diner and a small grocery store.
It was your usual quaint town fare. I’d come here for two reasons, one, to avoid Evans.
Two, to buy Evans a birthday cake. Like seriously, even when I was trying to escape him there was no relief.
Percy had agreed to come with me with zero hesitation, not that I gave him much choice. And Ivii was only too happy to practically shove him into my passenger seat with a cheery wave.
“He’s not dumb,” I grind out with an eyeroll.
Evans wasn’t stupid, he was passing all his classes…
.he just wasn’t always the brightest bulb in the room.
Sometimes, he opened his mouth before he thought about the words that were going to come out.
And as for the pranks…yeah, I didn’t have an explanation for those.
I was just the faithful sidekick in his shenanigans.
“He didn’t even know Wales was its own country. He thought it was a part of England.” Percy chuckles, referring to a conversation in the group chat that had somehow wound up being about Welsh words and how to pronounce them.
“That’s an easy mistake to make.”
“I’m not sure the nation he erased would agree.” Percy laughs, and a nearby alpha turns around to give him a shy flirty smile. Ignoring him, Percy gives me a hard stare. “Don’t change the subject, I don’t mind you using me to make the football star jealous, but I fully expect you to spill the tea.”
How do I explain that I spent my morning in bed with Evans, covered in his cum and that it was perfect, but I chickened out and ran away before he could tell me he only wanted to be friends again?
How do I say that I think he’s my mate, even though I’ve never heard of two alphas being Fated Mates?
Even if I could explain all of that, how do I then point out that he already has a fiancé, or something very close, back in Oakley?
I’m saved from having to dissect this morning's antics and all the associated baggage by something catching my eye in a shop window.
“Wait! I’ve just found a perfect gift.” I stop on the sidewalk, a giant grin on my face.
Percy arches a brow, following my gaze towards a T-shirt with the pink duck on it. “How quaint…”
Shrugging, I head inside the small boutique. “It is his birthday tomorrow and I don’t want him to think I forgot.”
It smelled like lavender and sunshine in here, a sickly omega scent that made my skin crawl. That was new.
Was this it? The ick?
No, it couldn’t be.
The scent wasn't the problem. The problem was that it wasn't his.
“Didn’t you?” Percy tilts his head as he sifts through some cream jumpers on a nearby rack. “Isn’t that why we’re picking up cake and party supplies now?”
I hadn’t forgotten.
Back home at Oakley, I’d picked him up a new wallet. It was in a box on my bedside table. I ordered one during a late night sketch and stoned session after I heard him complain that he’d ruined his wallet again with some drunken antics at a house party.
“He wasn’t supposed to be here,” I grumble.
Placing a hand on my arm, Percy makes me flinch. “You know, your pheromones are spiking right now and you’re sweating a little. Maybe we should head back soon?”
Shaking him off gently, I wipe my forehead. “It’s my rut, but I still have a few weeks left. It’s fine.”
I find the right size, grab the T-shirt and take it to the cashier to pay.
“Well, my offer for company still stands if you need a friendly fuck.”
I give him a small smile. “Thanks, but I think it’s too late for that.”