Page 12 of The Hellhound's Mate
Hopefully, that would be the last time I heard from someone at the historical society, but I wasn’t worried. What did concern me was whether I had the proper attire and footwear for being chased through the grounds by a great black beast because, suddenly, that was all I could imagine doing with my day.
CHAPTER
SEVEN
Never wouldI have imagined that I would spend an evening stalking my brand new mate through the grounds of the estate. But here I was. Ambrose wore sweatpants, a t-shirt, sneakers, and—I was fairly certain—nothing else underneath that. The scent of his fear had me wanting to back off and check in, but then there would come the rich scent of how much this was arousing him.
“I can smell you, little one,” I said in my growliest voice. “You cannot escape me.”
I grinned when I heard the tiny whimper out of Ambrose. The man was very into this chase, and I was trying not to let my cock slip free of its sheath just yet. Running with an erection wasn’t comfortable at all, and I wanted to prolong the hunt for as long as I could.
Continuing the ruse of tracking my skittish human, I occasionally added a low, threatening growl just to make Ambrose gasp and sprint out of his hiding place. Any predator worth his fangs would’ve tackled Ambrose and devoured him by now, but I simply kept herding my delicious prey farther from the house.
Hopefully, Ambrose wouldn’t protest being taken in the grass of the cemetery under the full moon’s light.
We were zigzagging through the cemetery again when I heard the gate to Hell creak open. Ambrose gasped and stood up from behind a gravestone he’d been “hiding” behind and met my gaze. He could hear it, too.
I went down on all fours—the fastest way to run—and flew back toward the house, teeth bared and the fire in my gut burning brighter.
Some distance behind me, I could hear Ambrose’s swift footfalls. If he wanted to watch me send a soul back to Hell, I wasn’t going to stop him. I did hope that it wouldn’t ruin our game, though.
Nearly the entire soul had solidified by the time I set eyes on them. That meant they were old and strong—two very bad qualities when dealing with the damned. The soul didn’t make a sound as they rounded the house, heading for the street. Even the wrought iron fence wouldn’t stop them if they were fully solid by the time they reached it.
I dug my claws into the ground and launched myself at their back.
Now they screamed. As I landed on them, fangs sinking into the back of their head and claws gouging into their flesh, the damned screamed in pain and fear. I didn’t give them a moment’s quarter as I tore their head off, gulped it down into the flames inside me, and rended the rest of their flesh in mere seconds. A wailing mist of torment and anger flew across the lawn and back down to the gate. Metal creaked and slammed, the damned soul returned.
Licking my lips, I stood up and turned toward Ambrose. What would he think of what he’d just witnessed?
Oh. Well, then. Apparently, Ambrose wasn’t upset by what he’d seen. Not with his erection pushing out his sweatpants likethat. His cheeks were flushed, his hair falling loose from its binding, and he had a hand pressed to his lower belly. Would he touch himself?
I went back down on all fours and bared my teeth. The fire inside me glowed so hot that I lit the area around me with a red-orange hue. Ambrose visibly shivered.
“You should run,” I growled.
Ambrose’s eyes went so wide as he gasped before spinning around and dashing away. I gave him until he was nearly to the weeping willow before giving chase. Now it was Ambrose who screamed when he looked behind himself.
I snatched him right off his feet and took him under the tree’s hanging branches. Pressing him against the trunk, I growled in his ear as I shoved those obscene sweatpants down to his knees. Ambrose whimpered, eyes closed and mouth panting. I was about to ask if I could take my little mate, but Ambrose widened his legs and tipped his round ass up. A moment later, and both of us were moaning as I rutted the full length of my slick cock into the crack of his ass.
“Oh, goddess, yes,” Ambrose said breathlessly. “Fuck me, Saph. Please? Right here.”
I stepped on Ambrose’s pants to free them and his shoes before grabbing his thighs. He was too short to fuck him while he stood, so I lifted him up, his legs spread wide, and speared my stiff cock right into him.
Ambrose clung to the willow tree and wailed so beautifully as I worked my cock deeper and deeper inside my mate’s tight body. The scent of our sex had me breathing fast and heavy, drawing the smell into my lungs and savoring it. How had I ever been confused by who Ambrose was to me? We were perfect together!
“You’re mine.Mine.”
“I am. Oh, goddess, Saph!”
I dug my claws into the tree trunk, Ambrose’s thighs on my forearms while I fucked him nice and slow. Ambrose was making desperate little noises, his blunt nails scratching at the bark while he writhed with my movements. I could feel my knot growing and preventing me from burying my full length inside him.
And it seemed like Ambrose could feel it, too.
“Knot me. Saph, please!” He moaned and arched his back. “Fuck it into me so deep.”
So I did. I shoved in and pulled Ambrose toward me at the same time, cramming my knot into his plundered hole. The sound from him was nearly a scream as his whole body shook with his release. I groaned and pressed for just a few millimeters more inside my mate as I came, too.
We panted against the tree for long enough that my arms started to protest holding Ambrose up like I was. Carefully, I lowered myself down to the ground and lay back with him sprawled on top of me, back to front. Ambrose moaned as he wiggled his ass just a little bit against my groin, the two of us still bound by my knot.
