All Chapters of Hunted by My Alpha: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

~ CARA ~An hour later we were both lying on the bed, fully clothed, and barely speaking, both of us lost in thoughts. Rig lay on his back, one arm curled under his head, the other down between us. I was on my side with my head resting on his shoulder, while Purrkins curled between my stomach and Rig’s waist, Rig’s fingers thoughtlessly trailing up and down Purrkins’ back.My cat was purring so loudly it vibrated against my ribs.We hadn’t talked a lot, but that was okay, which was a strange place to be. Just being there with him, laying near him, my body felt relaxed in a way I’d never really experienced before.It had to be this bond he was talking about. I’d woken feeling restless and energized—but tense with it. Now… no

~ RIG ~I wanted to howl, but forced myself to just stand up and follow her to the fridge, leaning over the door which she’d opened and was bending down behind.Meg wouldn’t be able to hear us speak.“Are you okay?” I asked, doing my best to keep my voice from sounding husky, but my groin was still twitching after that touch.“If you don’t stop staring at me like you want to eat me, I’m going to embarrass myself and freak Meg out by climbing you like a tree,” she muttered.“I wouldn’t be embarrassed,” I grinned. She was bent over as if she was getting something out of the fridge, but she’d turned her face up and stared at me out from under her lashes.

~ CARA ~“I call shotgun!” Tessa called, laughing as we all piled into the taxi.It felt like I was the only one not laughing as our breaths made clouds in the freezing night air, which was making my breasts tight, and my nipples stand out like pointers under the deep emerald colored, satin halter-neck that Natalie had thrown at me and insisted that I wear.It had seemed like a great idea when we were all in Rig’s bathroom together, but now I felt like I needed to keep my arms crossed over my chest.The back of it was open so I couldn’t wear a bra, and the fabric was so clingy… in the winter air, even with the little cream leather jacket Natalie had pressed into my hands with rolled eyes when I protested that I might spill something on it.

~ RIG ~Fucking Natalie and thinking it’s fucking funny to have the bouncers hold us back. They’d let Charlie in the second he stepped up, but put an arm across and asked me, Mack, and Jack to leave.By the time we made it up to the lounge bar, the girls were already standing around a booth talking excitedly, Charlie hovering, expressionless, behind Meg with a beer in his hand. Natalie winked the second I stormed into the bar, Mack at my side and Jack on our heels.‘Cool your jets, Rig. We have witnesses,’ Natalie laughed into the link. ‘Everybody remember their partners for the night.’Mack growled at my shoulder, but caught my elbow and slowed me down as we crossed t

~ RIG ~Holy motherfucking shit in a sandwich.My wolf was going fucking nuts.When Cara ducked down, hands on her knees, then started drawing her ass back up my legs, rippling like some kind of goddamn water goddess, a strangled groan broke in my throat.My mouth was open, my breath panting as she slid back up until her hips were in my hands and I couldn’t resist. I couldn’t. I gripped her, grinding against her, my lips in her hair.“Fuck, Cara…”She leaned her head back, eyes closed and lifted her hands up to lace her fingers behind my neck and then she rolled her hips again and my wolf ignited, snarling, snapping,