22. Hunter
Hunter
Evans is going to make me lose my shit. How had I never realised how much of a brat he really is?
All evening he’s been giving me these flirty shy smiles, getting bolder as the wine and cocktails flowed.
Eventually, I stopped adding the whiskey.
If he was drunk, I didn’t want him to do something he might regret.
When he finally admitted what this building, swelling thing between us was, I wanted him sober and very fucking aware.
It felt like I’ve been barely holding back all night. Always one touch, one look away from claiming him in front of my family.
He wanted to be friends?
We were past that.
When I made that comment about getting him to bed, his whole face had turned this delicious shade of pink and I knew he was thinking about being in my bed. And how we’d both made a mess in it this morning before I’d fucked everything up.
I’d panicked, desperately trying to protect my own feelings. Fleeing like a coward instead of talking to him seemed like the easier option. But I was an idiot. We both were.
When I stood in the kitchen with the cake, surrounded by all the people I loved, there was this pull beneath my skin, rooted deep in my chest. I’d seen it in his eyes too, the relief, the jealousy, the want, all swirling inside him.
It was clearer than ever that Hunter was it for me.
Now I just had to convince him the same.
He needed to see past my secondary gender, forgetting that I was an alpha and just see me as Hunter, his mate.
Back in our cabin I’d followed him out to the spring like a toddler, picking up his clothes as we went, draping them over the sofa before grabbing him some water.
Climbing into the spring, it was the most Evans—no, the most Benny—I’d seen him look for the entire break.
Which, given how much fun he’d had hiking with my dad, throwing the twins off the dock and today, even watching dramas with my mother and sister, was saying something.
I don’t think I’d realised how long he’d been unravelling at the seams back in Oakley.
Here, he could just be him. The real him.
Not the one that smiled when they were cracking open like an egg and tried to run it off.
This version was more like the man I was in love with.
The puppy dog jock who called me a dick in front of my family, smiled at me like I’d handed him the moon, and like usual, ended up almost naked after a few drinks.
If I left him to it, I half expected to wake up in the morning to some silly prank, like slime on my stairs or my clothes missing.
Benny was all the best bits of Evans, without the smoke and mirrors he put up for everyone else.
I knew all through dinner he’d been putting up a front when he talked to Percy. His mask would slip when he thought no one was looking, and every time Percy was funny or charming, it seemed to rile him up a little more. His jealousy was like a beacon, shining from his face when only I noticed.
When the call had come through, I deliberately let Evans see the ID. Call me cruel, but I wanted to see what he would do when it was only us, all the bullshit stripped away, no watchful eyes hovering.
I knew he was jealous but I wasn’t sure if he had yet realised it.
There were too many things about our relationships that Evans was in denial about.
His whole body had gone stiff, like a bolt of electricity had shot through him.
He was radiating envy, it practically dripped out of every pore as he inched closer without even realising it, a quiet growl rumbling in his chest. It was hot.
Percy had only called to let me know he’d left his jacket in my car, and he needed it early tomorrow as he was returning to Oakley because he had dance rehearsals.
But Evans didn’t know that.
He didn’t need to know that.
When Percy hung up, I wasn’t ready to let Evans off the hook just yet. I wanted to push him, prod at the wound a little more until he snapped. Then, maybe the pieces would finally click into place.
So, I pretended that Percy was still on the line. I fake flirted a little. Ignored the alpha radiating anger next to me. I hadn’t expected him to climb into my lap like a horny omega in heat.
When he started humping me, fuck, I’d almost bitten my tongue off trying to stay still. It had taken conscious effort not to flip us over and pin him against the stone. But fuck, I’d wanted to.
My rut was so close, and he wasn’t helping. The instincts to claim him, breed him until my cum trickled down his leg was all I could think about as he humped me, fat cock pressed against my abs, chasing the friction.
I called him cute, and he’d bitten me, sucking on the skin hard before unlatching, thinking I was speaking to Percy. Every word was his. The things I knew he wasn’t ready to hear, but desperately wanted to.
It seemed to spur him on as he moved from humping me, to wrapped his hands around both of us before giving us a slow, exploratory pump. It drove me insane that I was his first alpha, and the first guy he’d been with. It was like he was all mine in every way.
When he played with my piercing, I wanted to claim him then and there, sink my teeth into his neck and leave a mating mark. It was driving me wild, the pleasure tinged around the edges with a slight pain.
Mine, my alpha snarled loudly, demanding I listen. Mine. Mine. Mine.
Grabbing his hair, I hold him in place, letting him take what he needs from me as I bury my face against his scent gland. He needed to smell like mine. Our pheromones are dulled by the water, but there’s something sharp lingering on the evening breeze as they combine.
His hips roll, bucking as he moves faster, his fist shuttling down our shafts with a pleasure that has me melting into his touch. Did it ever feel this good with anyone else? This perfect?
Evans slows, dialing back the pressure and I realise he’s dragging it out, edging us both as he leans down and sucks my nipple ring into his mouth.
He’s been obsessed with this piercing since I first got it.
He’d been awful at hiding it, it was actually laughable, the way his eyes were constantly drawn to it whenever I was shirtless.
I’d started wearing more clothes around the house partly because he said he only wanted to be friends, but also to torture him.
“You’re so good for me,” I purr, pretending to still be on the call while weaving my hands into his hair, stroking and soothing him as his tongue flicks over my nipple again.
He tugs on the ring, playing with it with his teeth before he explores, peppering kisses and little bites across my chest. I love that he’s making a mess of me, because for every mark he leaves, I’m going to leave twice over.
There’s going to be no room for doubt when I’m finished with him.
Moving to the other side, he licks the hardened nub before sucking sharply on it, making my back arch as he seems to be trying to decide which side he prefers—with the piercing or without.
All the while, he lazily jacks us, my cock rubbing against his, the mushroomed head catching on his tip every now and again.
My Prince Albert draws out slutty little moans every time it brushes against him just right.
Leaving a sloppy trail of kisses up my chest and my neck, he nibbles on my jawline but avoids my mouth. At first I thought he was still fighting this, the connection between us but when he swallows back another breathy moan I realise he wants me to keep talking to Percy.
He’s getting off on the fact that he thinks Percy might be able to hear us. I can say sweet words to Percy, but it’s Hunter who’s got my attention, Hunter’s who’s making my body react like this.
“Such a good boy,” I murmur, smiling as he makes a small huff of annoyance. I suck a mark onto his collarbone before covering it with a kiss. “I wish you knew how beautiful you look.”
It’s the truth. One day, I was going to fuck him in front of a mirror so he could see what I see. Big, strong muscles, flushed pink, moving and shifting as he chases his orgasm. Bitable lips that are begging me to fuck them. Tanned skin, itching to be painted with my marks.
Evans presses his forehead against mine, his eyes fluttering shut as he picks up the pace again. My words spur him on, and he moves faster, gripping tighter with more lingering touches. He’s relentless with his attention as he attempts to drown out the ghost of Percy.
When he’s not paying attention, focused on sucking another mark onto the other side of my neck I toss the phone aside and grab his ass with both hands. The motion forces him forwards, grinding us against each other with more pressure as I fuck up into his hands.
Sliding one hand further, trailing down the crack of his ass, I press my fingers against his tight hole.
The muscle flutters, clenching and relaxing beneath the flats of my fingers.
He doesn’t shove me away or clamp down, instead his whole body shivers against mine and he sighs into my neck.
He wants this. The alpha is curious about how I can make him feel and that tells me everything I need to know.
With one hand pressing against the snug ring of muscle, slowly easing a finger inside, I reach up and grab his chin. His eyes widen and he looks at me surprised for a moment as if he’s only now realising that I’m no longer on the phone. And that I’m about to put my finger inside him. Again.
“It’s just the tip, baby.” I lie, knowing that I’d have at least two fingers bruised inside him by the time he was coming. In Crest Haven Evans had been so perfect taking my fingers, and I knew he’d been playing with plugs, so I didn’t want him to overthink it. “I’m going to make you feel so good.”