My Neighbor is a Wolf

Chapter Eight

Rachael

T his man. This fucking man.

He woke up a part of me I hadn't known existed. The way he touched my body, gentle yet possessive, had me ready to combust. I needed this man and I wasn’t sure how I felt about that.

Hunter carried me to the bedroom with ease, sitting me down on the mattress. His hands moved to the hem of my shirt, but I stopped him, sinking to my knees. My hands slid up his thighs and his muscles contracted under my touch. My eyes roamed over his gray sweatpants that did nothing to hide the impressive bulge between his legs.

“Rachael?” His fingers grasped my chin and tilted my head up. “You don’t have to do this.”

“I want to, Hunter.” My hands moved up to the waistband of his sweatpants. I slipped my fingers beneath the fabric, pulling it down his hips and freeing his hard cock. “I want to make you feel as good as you make me feel. I want to take care of you.”

I wrapped my hand around the base of his cock, just above his knot, giving it small pumps while my mouth circled the tip.

“Fuck, baby.” He threaded his fingers through my hair at the top of my neck and gripped it. The motion sent electricity down my spine, my insides throbbing with need. I clenched my thighs together in an attempt to relieve some of the building pressure between my legs.

I took him further into my mouth, running my tongue along the vein on the underside of his cock. His moans of pleasure urged me on as I continued my torturous speed of licking up and down his shaft.

“Sweetheart, I need to fuck this pretty throat of yours,” Hunter muttered from above me. “If you don’t want that, you better stop now.” He loosened his hold on my hair as he pulled out and rested the tip of his cock on my tongue.

I nodded, ready to take whatever he gave me. I wondered if I looked as sexy as I felt. I was on my knees for a man, something I never thought I would do willingly, but I felt empowered.

I was in control.

Chad had always made me feel guilty if I didn't suck him off. He whined about it not being fair as if he ever went down on me. That asshole was the definition of a man child and I had no idea how I lasted in a relationship with him for as long as I did.

His fingers wrapped around my throat, forcing my head up to meet his gaze. The fire in his eyes sent a fresh flood of arousal between my legs. “Stay out of that pretty little head and use your fucking words, baby.”

I smirked up at him, knowing what he wanted but refusing to give it to him. Pushing into his hand, I licked up the precum that had gathered on the tip of his cock. The saltiness danced across my taste buds as it mixed with the spit gathering in my mouth.

“Rachael.” My name came out as a warning, sending my stomach into knots in the best possible way. His eyes darkened as he looked down at me, but it didn’t stop me.

I opened my mouth, allowing the saliva to slide from my tongue and onto his length. My tongue teased the head of his cock, while my fingers wrapped around his knot. He let out a low moan as I massaged the swelling tissue.

It pulsed beneath my touch and I sucked him into my mouth, moaning as he slid along my tongue. His hips bucked into me, hitting the back of my throat and causing me to gag slightly before he pulled out.

A growl was the only warning I had before his grip tightened on my throat, a small whimper barely able to escape. My vision darkened on the edges as he pushed me back and off him, my hands falling into my lap. I was sitting back on my heels when he loosened his grip. “You want to be a brat, baby? Now you get to beg me.”

His cock bobbed in front of me, teasing me. It glistened with my saliva. His knot widened and my insides clenched remembering how it stretched me.

Fuck, I wanted this. I wanted him.

“Please, sir,” I whined. He glared down at me, his darkened eyes telling me everything I needed to know. My heart hammered in my chest. “Fuck my throat with your cock.”

“Put your hands behind your back and leave them there,” he demanded as he released my throat. I clasped my hands together behind me and the position forced my chest forward. His fingers threaded through my hair once more, fisting it and forcing my head back to look at him. “If it’s too much, bring your hands up. Okay?”

“Yes, sir.” I barely got the words out before he pushed his cock into my mouth, only stopping when he hit the back of my throat. He held me in place as I instinctively tried to push off of him. It was hard to breathe, my nose pressed into his pelvis and his knot lodged against my mouth.

“Relax, baby. Breathe.” I did as he said, relaxing my throat and breathing through my nose. I arched my back to give my arms more room as I clenched my hands together in a fist.

“Good girl.” He pulled out slowly, drool falling from the corner of my mouth. His thumb brushed it away. “Such a good fucking girl.”

I breathed through my nose as he slowly fucked my mouth. Saliva gathered on my tongue as he pumped in and out, coating him as he picked up speed. Hunter moaned and his grip in my hair tightened.

“Fuck, baby. Your mouth feels so fucking good. You take me so well.” He slammed into me over and over, my body warming from his praise. Involuntary tears fell down my face and Hunter swiped them away with his thumb. I wanted to touch myself but I didn't want this to stop. I had never felt this empowered, knowing I was the one making Hunter moan and lose control the way he was.

“Sweetheart, I'm so fucking close. Are you going to be a good girl for me and swallow?” His thumb traced along my jaw, waiting for my answer.

All I could offer was a slight nod of my head, but that was all it took. Seconds later, warm spurts of come shot down my throat and I struggled to swallow it all.

Just as I thought I couldn't take anymore, Hunter used his hand in my hair to pull me up, being mindful of my sore foot. He gripped behind my thighs and lifted me up, my legs wrapping around his waist. I threw my arms around his neck. Our mouths collided, his tongue seeking access immediately.

Hunter walked forward and kneeled on the bed, shuffling our bodies up the sheets. I was lost in his taste and barely felt my curves being hugged by the mattress as he laid me down.

Running his hands down to my knees, he brought them up to rest on his shoulders as he settled between my legs. I looked down at him through hooded eyes. He was a fucking specimen of a man.

He met my gaze and licked his lips. “Your turn, baby.”

The setting sun cast its warm, golden glow across the apartment. Hunter seemed to be growing antsy. His leg was bouncing furiously between us as we lay snuggled on the couch.

After Hunter made sure I was appropriately taken care of, he carried me to the shower. He held me to him and never let me lift a finger. As he washed my hair and ran a soapy washcloth over my skin, he whispered in my ear how amazing I was and how lucky he was.

But I was the lucky one.

Hunter took care of me more than anyone had in my entire life. Every time he looked at me, my heart skipped a beat and I found it hard to breathe. I never wanted this weekend to come to an end.

My foot nearly healed overnight, but Hunter never brought up wanting me to leave. Honestly, I didn’t think I could go back to my empty apartment anyway.

Once we finished in the shower, Hunter ordered dinner and we sat on the couch to eat it. It was hands down the best cheeseburger I had ever eaten. It wasn't the typical one I have from the diner. It was somehow so much better.

After we ate, he cleaned everything up while making sure I never left the couch, then he put on a movie. I wasn't sure where the time had gone. It seemed the hours simply flew by wrapped up in Hunter's arms.

As I laid there with my head tucked against his chest, it felt like Hunter wanted to tell me something but was holding back. It worried me. I wanted to ask but I also didn’t want to pop the bubble that had surrounded us.

What if he’s trying to figure out how to kick me out?

No. He would have said something if that was it. But then, what would he be hiding?

The back of my throat started to burn as my brain convinced me that Hunter was just being nice. He didn’t really care about me. The last forty-eight hours meant nothing to him

Deep down, I knew these thoughts were irrational but I couldn’t stop them. Unshed tears gathered in the corners of my eyes, making it hard to focus on the television. I brought my hand up to wipe them away and took a shaky breath.

“Hey,” Hunter whispered, kissing the top of my head. “You okay, sweetheart?

I nodded my head. He tightened his grip on me as he ran his hand up and down my arm. My chest tightened at his caring gesture, causing tears to slip down my cheeks. A small sob escaped my throat when I tried to exhale.

Hunter pulled me into his lap, his strong arms pressing me against him. The dam of emotions broke open. He held me as I cried.

What felt like hours was probably only minutes. Hunter ran his hand up and down my spine, a comforting motion that had me sinking into his embrace. When the tears dried, he didn't try to force me to talk right away. We simply sat there in silence.

I pulled away and his hand remained on my lower back. When I met his gaze, I expected to see disgust or even anger. Instead, his eyes held their own sadness and the corners of his lips were turned down. His thumb came up to brush away a stray tear, cupping my cheek when he finished.

The gesture calmed my nerves, silencing my racing mind. Even though I had just been convinced that Hunter hated me a few minutes ago. All this sex was screwing with my mind

“Sweetheart, if you want to talk about it, I’m here. But no pressure.” He kissed my forehead then sat back, dropping his hand and putting space between us. I wanted to pull him to me and drown in his warmth. His golden eyes stared directly into me, lighting me on fire from the inside.

“I was convinced you wanted me to leave and were trying to figure out a nice way to kick me out.” I forced a pitiful laugh, hoping it helped to hide some of my insecurities. “I mean, it’s okay if you do… I won’t hold it against you.” I stared at my hands in my lap, unsure what to do with them.

“I don’t want you to leave.”

“Okay, I–” I went to stand, but my head snapped up as I processed his words. “You don’t want me to leave?”

“Nope. Not right now. Not tomorrow.” He put his hand on top of mine. “Not ever, if I’m being completely honest.”

“Wait, what?”

“I want you to stay. For as long as you want. You don’t have to leave.”

I crashed my lips to his, forcing my tongue past his teeth as I deepened the kiss. Hunter gripped my hips and pulled me to him. I moved to straddle his legs as fingers roamed up my side, sliding over my skin. His touch reignited the fire inside me, an irresistible pressure growing between my legs. His hardening cock pressed into me from below as my hands slid under the hem of his shirt.

“Wait,” I panted, pushing off his chest. Hunter’s thumbs brushed the underside of my breasts and I had to force myself to focus. “You were all antsy. That’s why I was worried.”

“I don’t want to talk about that right now.” He pushed his hips up, the friction of our pants on my clit sending electricity up my spine. My nipples pebbled as he brushed his thumbs over them. He kissed along my jaw, marking a path with his lips to the sensitive spot behind my ear.

“Okay,” I muttered, lost in the pleasure he was offering me. My hands wrapped around his neck as I fought to stay upright. “If you change your mind…”

“I won’t. The only thing I want to hear right now is my name coming from those perfect lips of yours while you grind on my cock. Understood?” He grazed his teeth along my skin, sending a new wave of pleasure through me.

“Yes, sir,” I moaned, digging my nails into his skin.

“Good fucking girl.”