All Chapters of Knotting the Hunter: Chapter 351 - Chapter 360

MatoThe only bedroom in this house is mine. He’s slept on my couch every night for weeks, and the worst thing he could think to threaten me with is my own bed.Cody’s in my lap, jeans unbuttoned, my hand on his bare stomach. I’m so happy it scares me a little.His skin’s hot, and every breath he takes pushes his stomach up into my palm.‘He said no more asking,’ my wolf growls. ‘Touch him before he banishes us from our own den.’My claws are still out. He told me to stop being careful, and I’m trying. But there’s careless, and then there’s putting claws within an inch of his dick. I ease them back in, left and then right, and he doesn’t argue.Then I push my hand into his jeans and close it around him.He’s so hard, and he’s already leaking. I’ve wanted this for so long that my hand isn’t steady.Cody goes completely still.He stares down at himself in my grip, breathing in short, shocked little gasps, clutching my shoulders so hard I can feel his nails. I stroke him once, and he whi

MatoI can smell his terror, sharp under all that want, and he’s still looking up at me like I’m the one person he’d trust with it.I’m worried too. Everything about me is too big for him. My hands, my weight, my cock. If I hurt him tonight, I’ll never forgive myself, even if he’s healed by morning.“Cody,” I say, and I can already hear how stupid this is going to sound. “I don’t have any lube.”He stares at me. Then he starts laughing, his stomach jumping under mine.“You’re telling me you went down on me like that,” he says, “and you don’t even own lube?” He wriggles out from under me. “Lucky for you, I’ve got some in my box. Don’t move.”He’s off the bed before I can offer to get it myself, and a second later I hear him sprinting across the living area.I lie there in the dark with a stupid grin on my face, listening to him. The closet door. A lid. Something getting knocked over, and a very quiet “Shit.” I don’t go after him. Whatever else is in that box is his business, and he’ll

Cody“Sloane called the police station yesterday afternoon,” Mato says. “She wants every file they’ve got on the missing kids from Tamarack, and that includes yours.”I stop dead in the middle of the road.The whole way from his front door I’ve been trying to wipe the grin off my face before we get to Kelly’s. I don’t have to try anymore.“Yesterday afternoon,” I say. “So you knew about this last night.”“Tori told us when she got home from the station, right before your text came in.”He knew the whole time. He had this sitting on his chest while he was in bed with me, and I never caught a whiff of it on him.“Why didn’t you tell me?”“Because last night was ours,” he says. “I wasn’t going to let her have one minute of it.”I can’t be mad at him for this. We’ve waited so damn long, I’d have cried if anything spoiled it.“Thank you. Last night was perfect. I’m really glad she wasn’t anywhere near it.”He looks like he wants to kiss me right here in the road, but recent events have pro

Cody“This is Gone North,” Sloane says. “I’m at the kitchen table with Pauline Brandt and her son, Cody, who vanished from a highway gas station more than three years ago. Around the same time, a whole group of people went missing up here, and they all came back together from a cult camp. Cody made it home months ahead of all of them, on his own, and whoever took him has never been found.”She’s using a radio voice, a lot warmer and slower than her real one. She also just put the biggest hole in my story out in the open.Same town, same months, and I’m the only one who was supposedly never anywhere near that camp. I’m pretty sure her whole episode will be about whether I was really somewhere else.The little black recorder between us has a red light on it, and I’ve stared at it so long I see a red dot every time I blink.Mom’s holding onto my arm, and she’s been smiling at Sloane since the doorbell rang. She even put on lipstick, and it’s wasted on something people will only ever hear

Cody“No wolf should be eating every meal alone, no matter how good a cook he is,” Kelly says, sliding another slice of gammon onto Rafe’s plate.“I’m a really fantastic cook,” Rafe tells her.“I’m sure you are, honey. Eat.”He still has three uneaten slices of meat on his plate and Kelly keeps adding more.“I’m your son,” Dax says. “Your actual son. I’m sitting right here.”“And you know perfectly well how a serving spoon works, sweetheart. Rafe’s new, he’s probably still feeling a bit shy about helping himself.”I try to turn my laugh into a cough.Rafe gives her the smile he used on me in the park, right before he asked me to dinner. Maybe it’s working on her. Or maybe she can smell how long it’s been since anybody cooked him a meal.Kelly only tells you what she’s picked up on when she’s good and ready, and sometimes that’s never.I’m glad Mato talked Dax into giving Rafe a chance. In spite of his swagger, I know he’s lonely.Then Rafe turns the smile on me. “Did Mato tell you the