Chapter 24 #2
Chase throws back his head, muffling his groan by shoving the back of his hand against his mouth.
Oh, baby. We can do a whole lot better than that.
I make it my personal mission to get him to forget about the lurkers. To forget about the threat of rogues finding us. I have my matches and my knife. He’s wearing his taser. If someone comes upon us before he, well, comes, we can take care of it.
Until then, I want Chase’s attention on me and me alone.
It only takes a couple of pointed licks, then a very careful squeeze, before he drops his hand, filling the clearing with his sounds of pleasure. I smile around the head of his cock as he threads his fingers through the top of my pulled-back curls.
Yeah. I knew I could do it.
Satisfied with myself, I turn my attention to getting him to finish before we’re interrupted; seeing how long I can keep him from coming will have to wait until we’re back at the Grave. He seems to be more than happy to let me do it, too, until his voice reaches my ears.
“Who are you thinking of?” he whispers.
“You.”
Does he understand me? With his dick in my mouth, probably not.
I don’t think he cares. Just like how I fisted my fingers in his hair, shoving my pussy against his face while he was giving me head in front of Darryl, Chase releases my curls before placing his palm against the back of my head.
Slowly rocking his hips, he fucks my mouth as I do my best to keep up with him.
There’s something so erotic about him using me like this. I’ve never been the type of girl who was happy to drop to my knees and take whatever a guy wanted to give me, but something about Chase… fuck me, I crave it.
I clutch his thighs, digging my nails in his jeans, imploring him to fuck my mouth a little harder.
Taking my signal as I meant it, he bucks his hips a little faster. I choke some, and I like it.
I moan around his length. He spits out a curse as the sound does something to his dick. I guess it vibrated against him because any control he had left? It’s gone.
I’m sucking, squeezing, taking him as deep as I can without activating my gag reflex.
It’s almost as though Chase knows my limits and, while he keeps on moving, he never takes it too far.
I choke, but I don’t gag, and when I need a breather, I jerk my head enough to swirl my tongue around the head of his cock.
“Fuuuck.” He turns the one-syllable word into three with his sustained groan. “That’s it, baby. You know how to make me feel good.”
Not really, but I’m trying.
I have no idea why, but I don’t stop until he taps me on the shoulder.
It’s clear he wants me to withdraw so that he can finish on the ground. And, normally, that’s what I would do.
But this… this is different.
I don’t release his cock until I’ve taken every last drop Chase Knight has, swallowing it with the most lascivious smile I can give him.
“Sorry,” I say, swiping at the corner of my mouth with my thumb, peering up at him through the fringe of my eyelashes. “The lurkers can have your next load, baby. That one was for me.”
I don’t know what it was that I said—or if my head game was just that good—but a change comes over Chase.
His eyes seem to flash in the moonlight and, pausing only to tuck his spent cock inside of his jeans and zipping up again, he hooks his hands under my pits.
Before I can squeal at how ticklish I am—not what I’m going for as a kick ass zombie hunter—he hefts me easily to my boots.
I open my mouth to thank him because, when you’ve just had your tongue all over a guy’s dick, it doesn’t hurt to be polite, but Chase takes the parting of my lips as an invitation.
Clutching me to him, he kisses me. This isn’t like any of the times before.
Back in the Grave, when he was trying to convince me to stay, or when he was trying to rev me up so that I could forget that Darryl was masturbating at the thought of forcing me and Chase to fuck.
Oh, no. There’s definitely some wild abandon and hopeless desperation in this kiss.
I don’t know if he can taste himself on my tongue.
The way he thrusts his jean-clad leg between my thighs, shifting his position enough to make me ride his, I don’t think he gives a shit about that.
So I was just letting him fuck my mouth.
As I experience a tightness down in my groin, the realization that I’m so fucking turned on, I’m about to come just from the friction of his jeans rubbing through mine, I rip my face away from Chase’s.
I’m panting. Okay. Maybe I’m moaning under my breath, too, but I get that shit under control and fast. I don’t know how I lost the upper hand as quickly as I did. One look at the cocky smirk Chase can’t quite hide, as though he just knows how much he affected me… yeah.
We’re done here.
I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand this time, then start to stumble away on undeniably shaky legs.
Chase’s smirk dies a quick death. “Where are you going?”
Far, far away. “Back to the campsite,” I tell him. “Someone has to check on the fire.”
“Let it burn.”
If only.
“You should head back, too. One of us can take watch. The other should get some sleep.”
And don’t ask me about Maverick again, Chase. Just… don’t.
From the look on Chase’s face, he wants to, but he doesn’t. He also has no intention of heading back yet himself, and he plans on keeping me with him a little longer.
How do I know that? Besides the fact that I know Chase, it’s in the way that he bounds toward me, tethering me by my wrist like the handcuffs had.
“Chase—”
“Do you feel anything?”
Plenty. None of it acceptable, and I hide the truth of my conflicting emotions by snapping, “Like what? What am I supposed to feel?”
A muscle ticks in his jaw. “Lurkers, Holden. You’ve got this new sensing ability in the Outside. Can you use it for me? What do you feel? Are there any near?”
Truth is, the butterflies in my belly have nothing to do with the threat of the lurkers and everything to do with the man caressing the underside of my wrist with his fingers.
There aren’t any lurkers nearby and I tell him so, and that’s probably why I’m so taken aback when Chase picks up Rory’s jacket, hands it to me, then commands me to, “Run.”
Run? I would run if there were lurkers there, if he heard a rogue, but that’s not fear or concern etched in every line of his handsome face.
That’s want. That’s need.
That’s hunger.
“I mean it.” He lets go of my wrist, grabbing for my arm, careful not to touch my scar. “You get a fifteen second head start, then I’m coming for you, baby.”
I arch my eyebrow. “Excuse me?”
And not just the weird “running” part, either. But “baby”? Hallie was Chase’s baby, not me. Sucking his dick doesn’t change that, but when I open my mouth to tell him so, he squeezes his hold on me.
“Run.” This time, the word is guttural, the lust in his eyes from before fading as something… darker replaces it.
Chase has to be kidding. Running for my life when there’s a lurker after us, sure. But running through the woods after dark… fucking exercising for no reason other than that he thinks he can order me to… “Run?” I echo.
He nods. “Go. Try to stay ahead of me. Let’s see how long it takes for me to find you. If you sense a lurker, shout. If we hear a rogue, we stop. But otherwise, I’m coming for you, and you’re going to let me.”
Am I? Well… wait a second.
“Don’t tell me you and…” No. With the taste of his dick in my mouth, I can’t bring myself to utter my sister’s name. “What? Hide and seek is your kink, Chase?”
Reaching up, he strokes my collarbone with his thumb. “Let’s say that my mom named me well.”
I’d say that, too. He chased me around the Grave. He chased me out of Madison. He chased me all throughout the Outside, into East Jersey, and now to New York. He won’t stop, but I never expected anything like this.
And yet…
“Okay. Let’s say I play along. What happens if you do manage to catch me?”
He leans in close, lips brushing the height of my cheek. “Whatever I want.”
My heart jolts as my whole body shivers. “I told you before—”
“That you’re not fucking me. I know. And you know I would never force you.
But you just made me blow my load in your mouth.
If you think that that’s finally done a single goddamn thing to take the edge off…
there’s so much more we can do besides me pumping into your pussy.
” He shifts his position, taking the top of my ear between his teeth before nibbling lightly.
A short laugh follows, the heat of his breath burning me up.
“Though I remember you seemed to like me doing that.”
As if I need that reminder. Shit. I’ve relived that night so often, even I can’t deny that that was some of the best sex I’ve ever had.
Isn’t that why I followed him out here in the first place?
Why I had to make my boundaries clear, that I’d suck him off, but I wouldn’t bang him?
Because, otherwise, he’d already be thrusting away between my legs?
And he would. If I told him he could, he’d have me flat on my back in the dirt, fucking me with no regrets.
I wish I could say the same…
This was my seduction. With Chase so close, waiting for me to obey him, I’m stunned stupid.
I mean, who the hell is this guy, and where the fuck is the golden boy he’s always been, the high school hero, the responsible hunter who is adored by the entire Grave?
Where is the Chase Knight I thought I knew?
And why do I have the sudden urge to get to know this one very, very well?
But I shouldn’t. For a thousand different reasons, I shouldn’t, and I purposely step away from him.
I shrug Rory’s jacket back on. “Sounds like a good time, but I can’t. I really should head back.”
“Chicken.”
I freeze. Did he just…. “What was that?”
I shit you not, but Chase tucks his hands under his armpits, folding his elbows, flapping his non-existent wings as he clucks.
Ah. There’s the Chase Knight I remember from the playground. “Cute, Chase. Real fucking mature.”
He gives me a crooked grin. “Doesn’t change the fact that I’m right. You’re afraid of me.” He gives up the chicken schtick so that he can pat his chest… or his heart. “Of this. Just admit it, Xandra.”
I swallow the lump that’s suddenly lodged in my throat.
Alexandra Holden isn’t afraid of anything.
Doing my best not to let him know that he got to me, I cock my head. “And I prove I’m not afraid by running from you?”
“You prove it by giving me the chance to catch you at last. Even if it’s only for one night, let me believe that you’re mine.”
For one night?
One night… well, who knows? There might not be a tomorrow, but at least we have tonight.
So, with that justification, I grab the unsuspecting Chase by his chin, kissing him so he can get another taste of the lingering come in my mouth, then shove him away from me.
And, before I think better of what I’m going to do, I run.
I’m not a chicken, but hell if I haven’t gotten pretty good at running away.