22. Hunter #3
Forcing myself not to move, to keep my hips from thrusting up and suffocating him with my cock.
Massaging his ass again, I pull his cheeks apart to look at his pink little hole.
It’s slightly puffy today from taking two fingers last night, and as I grab his hips and guide him down, I trace over the puckered muscle with my tongue.
Laving him with spit, I kiss, lick and suck until Evans is whimpering on my cock. I haven’t even touched his dick yet, and I’m not sure I need to as a precum drips steadily onto my chest, sticky and slick.
He’s so touch starved, so unused to anyone worshipping his body the way it’s supposed to be, that he’s eager for anything and everything I give him. My sweet, perfect alpha.
As I work my tongue inside the tight ring of muscle, I wrap a hand around the throbbing bulge at the base of his shaft, massaging the nerves beneath the skin.
Knotting is something an alpha can usually control, but I’d noticed that Evans seemed particularly sensitive.
One day, when we had more time, I wanted to see just how sensitive.
Using my other hand, I scoop up his precum, and smear it over the fat mushroomed head of his cock, making sure to use enough pressure to make him buck his hips and fuck himself deeper on my tongue.
Gently, I press the tip of my nail just inside his slit, making him moan even louder, his throat relaxing as he takes me deeper.
It doesn’t take either of us much longer, but I lose.
Coming first, I flood his mouth with cum, the tight wet heat making me lose myself as my hips rock slowly while he slurps down every last drop messily without even blinking.
I don’t manage to push him over the precipice of his release until I’ve worked a thumb inside his tight hole alongside my tongue, my fingers rubbing gently on his taint.
When he flops back onto the bed beside me, his grin is smug. Too smug. So I pinch his nipple, yanking on the little bud until he yelps. Then I kiss it better.
When we finally walk through the door to the family cabin, it's chaotic like usual. The twins are building towers out of their pancakes while Ivii is talking about why romance is a genre not to be underestimated with dad, a conversation they’ve had so many times since her and mom became addicted to their tv shows.
She barely spares me a second glance as Evans and I take a seat at the table.
Percy has already gone home, I missed him this morning but he said I could give him back the jacket when I was back on campus. I knew he was only fishing for gossip, otherwise he would have had me give it to Ivii.
My mother and Mrs Marlow bring stacks of fresh, warm pancakes to the table and we dig in.
The plan is to spend another day by the lake, swimming and grilling before maybe going for a drive into town later.
I’d like to take Evans for a late night picnic before we head back to Oakley.
Watching the stars down by the shore was one of my favourite things during the summer.
When we’re almost finished, stuffed to the brim with fluffy goodness, I lick some stray syrup from my bottom lip.
Evans catches my eye and the corner of his mouth lifts.
The tips of his ears have turned pink again and I know he’s replaying this morning in his head.
He still hasn’t seen anything yet. When I got my claws into him, I was going to take him apart piece by piece.
Shaking my head, I try to clear the horny haze taking over my thoughts. There’s a familiar ache in my bones as my skin feels a little clammy. No. Not yet, I think as I try to calm my breathing. It seems to work and the sensation eases.
Focusing back on my family, I ignore the tightening at the base of my spine. Luckily, no one other than my mother seems to have noticed my slight discomfort as I adjust in my seat and gulp down my glass of water.
Hollie nudges Harlow with a conspiratory grin, before my brother finally speaks up, a mouth half full of pancake. “If Hunter becomes part of Percy‘s family, can we get a dog?”
I blink, staring between them as my parents chuckle. “What? How are those two things related?”
“Well, there will be space for another family member.” Hollie explains slowly, avoiding my stare. Traitors. “We think we should get a dog.”
Harlow seems to think it over again for a moment, re-considering his options. “If we can’t have a dog, then I vote we have Evans instead. He built the best den.”
“Oh. That’s true. He lifted logs the same size as him!” Hollie claps her hands together, excited at the thought of all the manual labour they’re apparently planning for my future mate.
“We’re not getting a dog.” My mother tuts, clicking her tongue as she begins clearing away some of the plates. “And Hunter isn’t joining Percy’s family.”
“Can we trade him for Evans anyway?” Ivii grumbles, narrowing her eyes at me as she finishes her orange juice.
The cold shoulder she’d been giving me since we arrived means that Percy had told her that it wasn’t going to work between us. She was clearly salty that I’d fucked her best friend and then rejected him.
“No, honey. Evans already has a family. We can’t just kidnap him. This isn’t a cult.”
My future mate just grins, he may not say it, but he’s clearly loving the way my family seemingly wants to adopt him.
“Excuse me?! I’m right here!” My voice comes out a little higher than I expected, almost like a screech and my mother laughs.
“What’s a cult?” Hollie asks with a head tilt, curiosity written all over her face. She liked to horde information like a dragon, using it to convince Harlow to go along with her schemes. I always joked with Ivii that she was the brains behind all their little schemes.
“I’ll explain it to you when you’re a bit older,” my dad says, sharing an amused look with my mom over his cup of coffee.
Harlow watches me closely as I sit there with my mouth hanging open. Traitors, the lot of them! Not one of them said they wanted to keep me. Nooooo, the focus was about how they couldn’t steal Evans away.
“Oh Hunter is having big feelings again.” Harlow frowns, his little face scrunched up.
“Angry ones or dramatic ones?” Hollie asks, her head whipping around to look at me, as if I’m a puzzle she’s trying to work out.
“Dramatic ones,” Ivii huffs, as another surge of heat courses through me.
I hate them all.