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Daniel clapped his hands, giving a wide, sharp smile. “Excellent. I’ll prepare the press release. Lucky number thirteen.”
He was already imagining stripping that robe off him, exposing his sculpted muscles, stretching him open, sliding inside.
A growl resounded in Richard’s chest as he scraped sharp canines over Hunter’s throat. “You’re going to smell so fucking perfect when you’re mine,”
Richard brought his lips tantalizingly close to Hunter’s. “I’m going to make you feel so good. Fuck you and make you mine. Stretch you wide open on my knot so the whole world knows who you belong to, and you’re going to love every second of it.”
“Thanks for that, man,” he said, nodding to Richard. His dark hair was in wild disarray, his lips red from their kisses. “I haven’t come that hard in days.” Richard froze, his mouth hanging open. Days? He’d given Hunter the best damn orgasm of his life. What the hell was he talking about? In days
What the fuck did he think he was doing, just leaving? Shouldn’t he want Richard to take care of him, to wrap him up in his arms and hold him? That was what the others had wanted. They’d wanted Richard to stay with them, to not leave them. They hadn’t strolled to their dressing rooms as if Richard had only given them the best orgasm they’d had in days. What the actual fuck? Why didn’t Hunter want Richard to cuddle him? Or to fuck him again this goddamn second? Could he not see Richard was half-hard?
YEEEESSSSS I LOVE THIS ENERGY
The realization that he didn’t want Hunter to leave settled uneasily in Richard’s chest. He wanted to keep him in the apartment, reclaim him until he was so covered in his scent, there was no doubt who he belonged to. Maybe then Hunter could go out.
The perfect day to get knotted outside while a dozen people watched.
“None taken. And thank god. Can you imagine slamming down on that beast while tight?” Richard preened. He might be in the worst pain of his life, but hell yeah, he was a beast.
“Making animals fight is unethical.” Richard’s expression was clearly judging Hunter’s entertainment choices. “Oh my god. You’re such a softy. I thought you were some complete unfeeling jackass, but you won’t even kill a fictional animal in a video game. You’re the softest softy to ever soft. How do you do porn when you’re this soft?”
It was only a job. He didn’t want anything more than that. No surprisingly loving public fucks, no hundreds of nights of recipes, no sailing off into animated sunsets. His life was perfect as it was. He had no desire for any of that. None at all.
He turned his head, but Richard’s hand found his jaw, a claw scraping along it, gently but firmly returning Hunter’s gaze to him. “Only look at me.”
He was everything untamed and beautiful in the world concentrated into one man.
“Come on,” he said, voice breathless, hips rolling, taking Richard deeper inside him. “Show everyone I’m yours.” Richard’s hips snapped forward.
His gaze landed on the juncture of Richard’s neck, on the smooth skin there. Too smooth. He should fix that. The instinct too overwhelming to deny, he leaned forward, his mouth latching onto Richard’s shoulder. He bit down, not hard enough to draw blood, but hard enough to bruise. But damn, he wanted to do more than that. He wanted to sink his teeth into Richard, wanted everyone to see his claim etched there.
Richard leaned in and kissed him, slow and deep, making damn sure Hunter knew who he belonged to.
Stars exploded inside Hunter as Richard came with a ferocious howl, his orgasm tearing through their bond as he let himself go, let himself be washed away by the sheer violence of his ecstasy.
I can smell how much you want it. How much you need me to knot that pretty little ass of yours again.”
“Have fun with your side scene,” he called over his shoulder as he headed toward the exit. “I hope your human doesn’t mind sensing you come through the bond. That was always such a treat.”
“WHERE IS HE?” Hunter yelled, looking around with a frantic stare. “WHERE IS THE… THE FLOOZY WHO WANTS TO SLEEP WITH MY MATE?”
LMAOOOOOOOO
“Did you run here?” Richard asked. Hunter gave a dismissive wave. “Seemed faster than calling a car and dealing with traffic. It was only fifteen minutes.” That was the stupidest, most romantic gesture anyone had done for him. It made his entire being feel warm and light.
“I AM TAKING MY MATE AND GOING HOME!” he announced as the crew stared at them. “WHERE NONE OF YOU TROLLOPS CAN SOIL HIM WITH YOUR STRUMPET HANDS AND TARTY WAYS!”
Hahahahahah so stupid
Hunter grinned at him, his face shining with amusement and more beautiful than Richard had been prepared for that day.
Richard’s whole body was tingling by the time he unlocked the door to the apartment. He scented the air. It smelled like the two of them combined, like it could be home.
And when he crawled into bed, he absolutely did not think about what it would have been like if Hunter had wanted to stay.
Oh, Hunter would meet the requirements of this job with distinction. Earn himself employee of the year with how hard he was about to fuck that ass.
“Sooo,” Hunter said. “It’s cheesy, but I ran us a bath. And there are candles. To practice. For the scene.”
Richard didn’t hesitate to agree. Hunter wanted it so Richard wanted to give it to him. He wanted to give him everything.
Richard hated them all. They were so painfully sappy. He didn’t hate this one, and his wolf didn’t care that they were stuck inside on a full moon. It was thrilled, like nesting was something wolves suddenly did.
MateHub had rented an empty house for the occasion. Which was how Richard found himself about to move in with Hunter. There’d be shots of them carrying boxes, unpacking, deciding where their belongings would go. In between that would be everything he’d always found annoying about these scenes: tender kisses, stolen caresses, loving glances exchanged at every opportunity. And he was looking forward to every goddamn second of it.
Dudes. Hunter said Richard is an amazing cook. You understand what that means, right? Richard is cooking for him. Not just these tarts. It's a regular thing. FUCK ME. That's a Big Deal. Bigger than Richard big. I need to know what they smell like together. I bet it's something insanely romantic.
But he's never acted the way he does around Hunter. My man is whipped, and it's a good look on him.
“Ever,” he confessed in the quiet bliss between them. “Not days, or months, or years. Ever
When they broke apart, Hunter said, “You didn’t answer. What do I smell like?” “Like home,” Richard said, his voice hushed, a caress against Hunter’s skin. “Like the softness of cashmere hiding wrought iron beneath.” Hunter’s throat tightened as his hand fell to the cashmere blankets they lay on. His gaze was drawn to the wrought iron grate, cradling the smoldering embers of the fire. Stars gleamed outside the window. The crew had done this for them. Set up ‘them’ in the scene with their magical special effects.
“This isn’t what I signed up for, but now, I can’t imagine living without you. The idea of an apartment that doesn’t smell like you, of not coming home to you, not playing stupid video games and cooking with you, not falling asleep with you in my arms? I don’t want to go back to that kind of life. I don’t want to live without you. You’ve made my world complete in ways I never realized it was lacking. So. You’re moving in with me, right?” Maybe Richard could do romance after all. Hunter let out a shaky laugh. “I wouldn’t want to live anywhere else but where you are.”
So… a funny thing might have happened during the filming today… Chance Ugh. You're going to smell like dog forever now, aren't you?
“I’ll meet you at Richard’s judgy cat place in an hour. I don’t want to know what you do between now and then.” She shoved the bag of groceries at Richard and left.
To Richard’s horror, it became the second most watched MateHub video.
backward into a true bond.” “Hey,” Hunter said from where he was setting up the gaming system that’d been delivered that morning. “He did it perfectly. Richard is even better at true bonds than he is at fucking and cooking.” Richard grinned. He was excellent at the important stuff. That was all he needed to be good at. Screw the rest.
It was a new version of the only game Richard considered valid, now with more battles. He didn’t think he’d ever enjoy fighting in games, but he wasn’t half-bad at it when he was protecting the creatures he was raising from shitheads who were out to exploit their magic.
