Hunter(Zeus's Pack 5)(32)

“When he’s gained his freedom, I’d like to talk to him. These are just…wow.” Dino flipped through the drawings, mumbling to himself as he studied them.

“I guess our man is a hit.” Quinn chuckled, entwining his fingers in Hunter’s.

“I’d like him to work for us. It would give him self-confidence and a feeling of accomplishment, something I think he sorely needs,” Dino said as he continued to stare at the drawings.

“That decision has to be his, Dino. I won’t force him into anything he doesn’t want to do. Though I doubt we’d have to tempt him into working, I think he really likes being an artist.” Hunter inhaled his mate’s scent as he held him. “How are you holding up through all of this, babe?”

“I’m good. Working helps. You?”

Hunter loved that Quinn asked about him. It showed his mate cared. “All right. I missed you guys during the day. I wish there was more to do at the store so Tristan could spend the day with me, but I can’t in good conscience have him sitting around while I sell wood.”

“Something tells me he’d sit there while you sold cow dung.” Quinn laughed.

“I know he would. That’s why I wanted him to stay at the Alpha’s home during the day, gives him something to do.”

Quinn followed Hunter to the truck, both ready to start their evening. Hunter pulled out of the jobsite and headed back to Zeus’s house.

“I have a pressing problem that needs immediate attention.” Hunter grinned as he watched the road. “Think you can help me out?”

“I can see your pressing problem from here.” Quinn slid across the seat and unsnapped Hunter’s jeans. “And I like what I see.” He reached into Hunter’s jeans, freeing his heavy cock.

“What are you going to do with that?” Hunter noticed his voice had dropped. It was husky and strained from want. He lifted from the seat, allowing Quinn to pull his pants down to his thighs.

“You’ll see.”

Hunter pulled the truck to the side of the road once he got the vehicle back under control. The instant contact of hot lips to his shaft made him swerve. Thank goodness the road was clear of traffic.

He threw it into park and moved the seat back, grabbing Quinn’s hair as his mate sucked his dick. Quinn’s tongue made a path down his cock, lapping at his balls. Hunter groaned, wishing his jeans were off.

“Suck it, baby.” Hunter ran his fingers through Quinn’s hair, his canines descending as Quinn sucked him like a treat. When Quinn got onto his knees on the seat, all Hunter wanted to do was fuck him. He wet his finger and then shoved his hand down the back of Quinn’s pants, probing at his tight hole. When Quinn moaned around his cock, Hunter pushed his finger into the snug space.

Quinn’s hips moved around as he took Hunter down his throat. He slid a second finger in, grabbing Quinn’s hair as his mate swirled his tongue around the head of Hunter’s prick. He wanted to bite. Fuck, he wanted to bite Quinn in his shoulder. His gums ached to do so.

“I have to fuck you, baby.” Hunter pled. Quinn rose up and kicked his boots off, pulling his jeans down and off.

“We better not get caught out here.”

“We won’t. Take the shirt off, too.” Hunter pulled his shirt over his head and pushed his jeans to his ankles. “Get on.”

Quinn squirmed around until he was straddling Hunter’s lap. He gasped as bare chest met bare chest. Hunter reached behind Quinn and held his cock as Quinn impaled himself and sank down inch by slow inch. “No lube. It kind of burns.”

“Do you want to stop?” Hunter took deep breaths, preparing himself for Quinn to climb off. His cock jerked in protest, but he wouldn’t have his mate in pain.

“No, just give me a minute.”

Hunter spread Quinn’s ass cheeks apart, hoping that helped. Hunter closed his eyes. It felt like, skin to skin, they were as one. They weren’t just connected by body, but by soul. He could feel it.

Quinn cupped the back of Hunter’s head as he seated his twin mounds on Hunter’s groin. Quinn’s lips found his, and Hunter gave himself freely to the passion of Quinn’s kiss. His tongue explored the soft recesses of his mate’s mouth, and Hunter was lost to the delicious sensation.

Quinn gasped into his mouth, rising up and then coming back down, thoroughly enjoying the ride. Hunter’s hands ghosted over Quinn’s bare back, exploring the hard lines of Quinn’s body.

“Baby, I’m close.” Quinn panted into Hunter’s mouth. “Take over, fuck me, please.”

Hunter sunk his fingers into Quinn’s sides and shoved his cock up into his mate’s tight star. He repeated the action over and over again. Every time was a little harder, a little more forceful. Hunter could feel his cockhead plunging in and out of Quinn, his sensitized skin turning his body into a vessel of exposed nerve endings.