The Hunted (Sleeping With Monsters Book 2) by Cassie Alexander Page A

glass of the shower door. “I didn’t go.”
    “But you thought about
it.” His eyes were serious as he went for the next button, and the one below
that.
    I nodded.
    His shirt was open and
he slipped it off, letting it fall. “I don’t want you to leave me, Max. I don’t
want you to even think about leaving me.”
    I closed my eyes and
let the words wash over me. It was everything I’d ever wanted to hear. The risk
of him knowing was worth the reward of being known for who I was -- and feeling
like this.
    When I opened my eyes
up again he was smiling softly at me, and he stepped near. “Show me what you
want to show me, I’m not going anywhere.”
    All of me, wolf and
human, thrilled. I’d been holding back for months, every time I came, wanting –
aching – to knot. I started breathing heavy, and the steam from the shower
fogged us both as he started kissing me.
    I pushed his pants off
of him as he pushed mine off of me, and we danced into the shower together,
hands eagerly searching one another’s bodies, him pressing my back into the
cold tile wall as his tongue moved inside my mouth, making me moan. I could
feel his erection rubbing against my thigh and reached for it, pulling one wet
hand down his length as he reached his hands down to hold my ass and pull my
hips close. My erection rubbed against his stomach and I thrust without
thinking, wanting more for it there. I took one of his hands and put it on my
cock. He started stroking me between us as his other hand’s fingers teased the
edge of my asshole, getting me ready to take him. The pink-tinged water’d
started to run clear, I knew I was whole, I could show him, it was safe –
    I pushed him back so
that he stood directly under the water streaming down from above, and I stroked
myself for him, in front of him. I wanted him to see it – I was scared to show
it – I’d been hiding it for so long -- my eyes were closed and I was biting my
lips – trying so hard to relax and let go --
    His hand met mine,
taking over, and I moaned, opening my eyes again.
    “Don’t stop. No matter
what,” I whispered, and he nodded, sensing how important this was for me. He
knelt down, still stroking, and lowered his head to lick my balls.
    “Oh God --” I whispered,
as his tongue lapped between my balls and my leg, and then licked up the seam
of my sack, as his hand kept stroking. My hips arched forward to give him more
of me, any part he would touch or taste, and he moved his head to let me thrust
into his mouth. I stayed there, frozen for a second, as his tongue lapped up my
precum and swirled around my head. “Yes –“ I panted, my hips rocking, his hands
and mouth moving in time. I needed release – but I needed one more thing worse
--
    It was safe. He was
mine. I was his. We were together. I’d spent so long holding back to protect
the both of us that it’d become second nature to me.
    Please, I begged my body, and my wolf whined.
    I looked down, and saw
him staring up, watching me struggle. He pulled back. “Come for me, Max,” he
ordered. At the sound of his command, my knot flared at the base of my cock,
swelling out. He gasped – and then took me into his mouth again and sucked me
harder.
    I came and I came and I
came, shooting all of my cum into his mouth, shouting unintelligible things. He
kept stroking and sucking until I was completely done – my balls had never felt
so empty, even if my cock was still hard.
    I sank down the wall as
I crashed back to earth, and he folded in next to me, hot water still pouring
down. He leaned against me, and kept his free hand on my knot, where my cock
was swollen, meant to lock me to the one I loved. “What is this?” he asked,
marveling.
    I looked down at my mating
knot being held by the man I adored. I wanted to keep him there forever.
    “It’s –“ I flushed, not
sure how to explain it to someone not of my kind. “It’s what happens when –
when you’re with the right person.”
    He made a wise