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Hunter’s mouth curved up in amusement, and he pulled off the hoodie he was wearing and handed it to me. I took it wordlessly. Since he was taller than me, the difference was enough that when I pulled the hoodie over my head, it almost covered my ass. Almost being the operative word here. Things were definitely breezy around my ball sack.

Luckily, the foyer of the building was empty. Still, I didn’t want to hang around half- dressed. Hunter must have been thinking the same because he stood and extended his arms wide. “Need a lift?”

I huffed out a laugh. “Promise not to drop me this time?”

“That’s harsh! But also fair. I promise to try, is that good enough?”

“I trust you,” I said, and meant it. Once I’d grabbed my keys and wallet from the shredded remains of my jeans, I shoved them into the pocket of his hoodie, scooped up my shoes, and said, “Beam me up, Scotty.”

“That reference makes zero sense,” he said, picking me up. I wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist, clinging to him like I was a koala and he was a particularly sexy eucalyptus.

It should have been humiliating being carried upstairs with my ass hanging out, but there was so much adrenaline from rescuing Hunter flooding my system that I was still riding the high. So what if I couldn’t quite climb stairs yet? I could shift midair, which was totally badass—even if I hadn’t done it intentionally.

And hey, I’d managed to walk down the stairs, so I was definitely making progress. All things considered, I was feeling pretty fucking good about myself right now.

Hunter cupped his hands under my ass and hoisted me farther up, and the heat of his touch and the ripple of his abs against my dick reminded me that before he’d almost cleaned his clock on the stairs, we’d been heading upstairs to fuck around. That desire hadn’t gone anywhere, and now it came roaring right back like it had just been waiting for an invitation.

When we reached my apartment, Hunter put me down outside my door. I kept my arms draped around his neck and pulled him in for a long, slow kiss that was full of heat and promise. His mouth never left mine, but his hand slipped between us and he dug in my hoodie pocket and pulled out my keys. There was a scraping sound as he tried to fit them in the door without breaking the kiss, but in the end he laughingly pulled away and slotted the key in the lock.

The door gave a satisfying click and swung open, and as soon as we were inside, Hunter was kissing me again, cupping my face with one hand while the other slid under the fabric of the hoodie and traced up the curve of my spine. His fingertips brushing against my skin sent a shiver running through me, and my cock, which had already been showing interest, hardened all the way. I let out a low moan against his mouth and mumbled, “Bed?”

Hunter broke the kiss, and his voice was rough when he rasped out, “Bed.”

I peeled out of the hoodie on my way to the bedroom and sprawled out on the bed. I waited for Hunter to undress as well, but instead he paused with a hand on the button of his jeans, looking me up and down with an expression that had me squirming under the heat of his gaze.

“See something you like?” I asked, stroking my cock slowly.

“Yeah,” he said, the corners of his mouth curling up. “All of it.”

“Well, get over here then,” I said, patting the bed in invitation.

He stared at me for a moment longer, then stripped out of his clothes and crawled up the bed until his body was covering mine. He kissed me, then tugged at my bottom lip with his teeth, the sweet sting of it making me suck in a sharp breath.

My wolf must not have retreated all the way because I was overcome with an urgent need to claim Hunter as my own. I rolled us over so I was straddling him and kissed him back before nuzzling at the side of his throat and rubbing my face against his, the scrape of his five-o’clock shadow rough against my skin. Then I kissed lower, teasing one nipple with my teeth until Hunter shuddered under me and his cock throbbed where it was pressed against mine.

I nuzzled and licked my way down his abs, placing a kiss on the head of his cock and lapping up the precum that was leaking there. I kept one arm pressed across his belly as I licked and teased and Hunter squirmed, letting out needy, breathy noises. His hips bucked up against my hold, and I pulled him into my mouth and gave one long, slow suck before I pulled away so I could grab the lube.

I slicked up his cock, savoring the solid weight against my palm as I stroked. My own cock twitched in response to the sounds Hunter was making, heat gathering low in my gut. I reached back with lubed fingers and teased myself open, just enough to make things comfortable. I’d still feel it when he fucked me.

Hunter watched my movements avidly. His eyes were dark with want, and I’d barely removed my fingers before his hands were curling around my hips, lifting me into position. “Ready?” he asked, his voice tight.

I didn’t answer, instead reaching back and grasping his dick and holding it in position. I eased slowly down, the stretch and burn making my breath catch. I took a second once he was fully inside to adjust, then rested my hands against Hunter’s pecs, using him for leverage as I started to move up and down. I kept my movements smaller at first, but it wasn’t enough. I rolled my hips, chasing more, and Hunter caught the action. His grip tightened as he lifted me up then dropped me back down, settling into a steady up-and-down rhythm that hit just right, his cock dragging over my prostate with every thrust and sending electricity racing up my spine. I rocked and panted and moaned as I rode his dick faster, heat and tension coiling tighter and tighter inside me until I was almost vibrating with the need to come.

Hunter moved his grip from my hips to my waist and flipped us, and I ended up flat on my back underneath him as he fucked into me hard. It was exactly what I needed. He thrust once, twice, and then I was coming and coming apart, all at once. My dick pulsed, spurting cum into the space between us, and fireworks lit up the inside of my eyelids as I shook and shuddered through my orgasm.

My ass clenched around Hunter’s dick and he made a sound like he’d been shot. He thrust into me again a couple of times before tensing, his breath rasping in my ear as he sagged against me. We stayed like that for a minute while we remembered how to breathe before he pulled out, his movements slow and careful, and collapsed onto the side of the bed that I was already starting to think of as his.

I turned my head to find him watching me through half-closed eyes, and as I watched, his mouth curved up into the slow, lazy smile of a man who’d just come his brains out and was pretty damn pleased about it.

I returned his fucked-out smile with one of my own, then reluctantly propped myself up on my elbows. “I’m gonna clean up,” I said, knowing if I didn’t move now, I’d be waking up to a mess of dried jizz again.

Hunter hummed, his eyes already closing. By the time I came out of the bathroom with a cloth for him, he was passed out cold, the sheets gathered low around his hips, giving me a perfect view of his broad back and the gentle slope at the top of his ass, and I reflected that he looked good in my bed.

Like he belongs there, my wolf whispered.

And this time, I didn’t tell him to shut up.

I woke the next morning with an ache in my ass, a smile on my face, and Hunter wrapped around me like an octopus. Stray beams of morning light danced across the strands of his blond hair, turning them a myriad of colors that ranged from spun gold to sunshine yellow and highlighting the stubble that had appeared overnight, giving him even more of a hot Viking vibe than he usually had.