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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,”
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“You want that, don’t you? You want to be mine. I can smell it on you, smell how ready you are for me to fuck you. Claim you. Knot you.”
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.”
“I know exactly what you like, exactly how to make you feel better than you ever have before. Make you come harder. Make you beg for my knot.”
Knot or no knot, he was thick in his own right, and the stretch was sublime as he buried himself in Hunter’s body like it was his home, like he was entitled to fill him fuller than he’d ever been.
“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?
“Ah, yes. That famous conveyor of knowledge. Dick.” “Supernatural dick.” “Right. Because sucking you off will lead to enlightenment.” “It’s definitely made a few people see god.”
“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?”
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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?”
“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!”
“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?”
“News to me. I was preparing ways to hide his body in case you ended up killing him.” “Hey!” Why did everyone think Hunter would want to kill him during their contract? “There, there.” Hunter patted his arm. “I never seriously thought about killing you. I wanted my full paycheck.” Well, that didn’t make it better. Hunter grinned at him.
