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Not his fault if people couldn’t follow the rules. Only an idiot would develop feelings for someone when the relationship was transactional.
Famous last words. Lol
That soft, delicate scent from the elevator, so subtle it demanded he inhale more of it. The reason he’d forced his wolf out of its slumber. The reason his wolf had stayed present. It was Hunter.
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,” he said, and Hunter’s eyes threatened to roll back into his head.
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?
“Wh… what are you going to do to me?” he asked between rapid pants. Richard’s grin was gluttonous, all instinct and vice. “What every big bad wolf does best, Little Red. I’m going to eat you.”
“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?”
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.
“WHERE IS HE?” Hunter yelled, looking around with a frantic stare. “WHERE IS THE… THE FLOOZY WHO WANTS TO SLEEP WITH MY MATE?”
“Thank you for calling Trick a floozy. I don’t think I’ll ever forget the face he made.”
“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!”
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.
“You’re moving in with me, right?” The answer was yes, they both knew that, but Hunter had to tease him first. “Max and the crew put together the most romantic thing I’ve ever seen, and all you’ve got is, ‘You’re moving in with me, right?’” “Sorry. Let me try again.” Richard sucked hard on Hunter’s bite mark until he was panting and clinging to him. Then he looked him in the eye and said, “You’re moving in with me so I can knot that ass of yours on the regular, right?”
“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?”
mage4u: While we're at it, I need a strawberry tart sticker that says, "Soil me with your strumpet hands and tarty ways!”
