Chapter 26 #3
We sat on the cushions, facing each other in the little clear space I'd carved out of my chaos.
This time when she took my hands, I didn't fight the energy coursing through me.
Instead of trying to suppress it or channel it into something destructive, I let it flow between us.
Her stillness balanced my chaos, my intensity feeding her strength, creating something new and electric in the space between us.
"There," she said softly. "Feel that?"
I did. Beneath the constant buzz of my ADHD, beneath the desperate need to claim her, beneath all the noise and chaos and mess, there was something else. Peace. Not the absence of chaos, but chaos with purpose, with direction, with someone who understood it.
"I want to bite you," I admitted, the words coming out calmer than expected. "Not because I'm desperate or manic or trying to prove something. Because I choose to. Because you're mine and I want everyone to know it."
"I know."
"No, I mean now. Here. While I can actually think straight for once. While it's my choice, not just instinct screaming at me to mark what's mine."
She tilted her head, exposing the elegant line of her neck with its constellation of existing bites. There was space that looked like it was waiting specifically for me.
"Then choose," she said simply.
I moved forward slowly, for once in my life not rushing headfirst into action. My hands settled on her waist, feeling the warmth of her skin through Milo's shirt. My lips found her neck, kissing softly at first, tasting salt and sweetness and something uniquely her beneath the layers of pack scent.
She gasped when my teeth grazed her gland, her hands tightening in my hair, and the sound went straight through me like lightning.
"Last chance to back out," I murmured against her skin, even though the thought of stopping now felt physically painful.
"Tanner Luis Bailey," she said, and hearing my full name made me shiver, made my hindbrain sit up and pay attention, "if you don't bite me right now, I'm going back to the roof and jumping myself."
I laughed, actually laughed, because of course she'd threaten chaos to get me to act. "We really are perfect for each other."
"Disasters in harmony," she agreed.
When I bit down, when my teeth finally sank into her and broke the skin, the bond exploded between us like fireworks going off in my chest. All that chaotic energy I'd been struggling to contain suddenly had somewhere to go, into her, through her, creating a circuit that lit us both up from the inside.
I felt everything she was feeling. Her amusement at my racing thoughts, her affection for my inability to be still, her genuine love for every messy, chaotic part of me that I'd been convinced was too much.
And through our new connection, she felt my wonder, my relief, my bone-deep gratitude that someone finally understood.
"Holy shit," I gasped, pulling back to see my mark on her neck. The bite was already healing, the bond settling into something permanent and perfect. "Is that what it always feels like?"
"No," she said, touching the fresh bite with wonder, her fingers tracing the edges where my teeth had been. "Yours feels like... electricity. Like chaos channeled into light."
"That's the nicest way anyone's ever described my disaster energy."
She laughed, pulling me down for another kiss that tasted like forever and possibilities. "Want to know a secret?"
"Always."
"Your chaos? It makes me feel alive. When everything gets too heavy, too serious, too controlled... you remind me that it's okay to just be messy sometimes."
"We should probably tell the others," I said, already knowing I was about to ignore that rational thought completely.
"Probably," she agreed, already pulling off Milo's shirt with the kind of efficiency that suggested she'd had the same thought.
"Or we could stay here and see what happens when chaos meets chaos."
"For science?"
"Definitely for science."
The moment Callie's fingers found the waistband of my shorts, my entire nervous system short-circuited.
Her nails scraped against my skin as she yanked the fabric down, and I was suddenly, painfully aware of how little control I actually had over my own body.
My cock sprang free, already hard enough to hammer nails, the tip glistening with precome that had been leaking since she first kissed me on the roof.
"Fuck," I breathed, watching her small hand wrap around me.
The contrast of her fingers against my skin, the way her thumb swiped through the wetness at my tip, it was too much and not enough all at once.
My hips jerked involuntarily, seeking more friction, more of her touch that felt like electricity against my oversensitive skin.
Callie made a sound that was half laugh, half growl, low in her throat.
"You're already leaking for me, Crash. So responsive.
" She gave me a slow stroke that had my knees nearly buckling, my free hand slamming against the wall for support.
The LED strips pulsed rainbow colors across her face, making her look like some kind of neon angel sent specifically to destroy me.
I needed to be inside her. Now. Yesterday. A week ago when I first realized how completely she'd wrecked me.
My hands found her hips, tearing the tiny shorts she was wearing down her thighs before lifting her effortlessly.
She wrapped her legs around my waist with that same confidence she did everything, her core already dripping with slick and ready when I pressed against her entrance.
The first inch had us both groaning, my forehead dropping to her shoulder as I fought for control.
"More," she demanded, nails digging into my back hard enough to draw blood. "I need all of you, right now."
I snapped my hips forward, burying myself to the hilt in one rough thrust. The sensation of her tight, wet heat clamping around me nearly made me come on the spot. My vision whited out for a second, stars exploding behind my eyelids as my body struggled to process the overwhelming pleasure.
"Fuck, you feel—" The words dissolved into a groan as she clenched around me experimentally, testing how much she could push me before I lost it completely.
"Good?" she panted, her voice already breathy with need. "You feel so big, stretching me—"
I cut her off with a kiss, swallowing her words as I started moving. There was nothing gentle about it, nothing controlled, just raw, desperate need as I fucked her against the meditation cushion.
The bond between us flared with every movement, her pleasure feeding mine in a feedback loop that had me seeing stars. I could feel her building toward orgasm, her muscles tightening around me, her nails digging crescents into my shoulders that would leave marks for days. And I loved it.
"Come for me," I growled against her neck, my teeth grazing the fresh bite mark. "I want to feel you come on my cock, want to fill you up while you're still trembling."
She made a sound that was half scream, half sob as her orgasm hit, her body clamping down around me so tight I nearly blacked out from the sensation.
I followed her over the edge with a groan, my knot swelling as I came deep inside her, my release triggering another smaller orgasm that had her whimpering my name.
The bond between us pulsed with satisfaction, her emotions warm and content in my mind. I could feel her amusement at my complete lack of control, her affection for how thoroughly I'd let her wreck me, her genuine love for every messy, chaotic part of me.
I stayed buried inside her as we slid down the meditation cushion to a more comfortable position. The LED strips cast rainbow patterns across her flushed skin, making her look like some kind of living art piece. My art piece.
"Still think you're too much?" she asked, tracing idle patterns on my chest with her fingernail.
I laughed, the sound coming out breathless and satisfied. "Pretty sure I just proved I'm exactly the right amount of chaos for you."
My knot began to recede and she grinned, that dimple appearing in her cheek that always made my chest tight. "We should probably clean up before the others notice we're missing."
"Or," I said, already feeling my cock twitch inside her as the bond sent another pulse of desire through me, "we could stay right here and see how many times I can make you come before someone comes looking for us."
Her eyes darkened with interest. "You think you can go again that soon?"
I rolled my hips experimentally, earning a gasp as my semi-hard cock stirred inside her. "With you? Always."
The challenge in her expression was all the answer I needed. I flipped us so she was straddling me, her hands braced against the wall behind my head. The new position had me hitting deeper, making her breath catch as I bottomed out.
"Ride me," I commanded, my hands gripping her hips. "Show me how you like it."
She didn't need to be told twice. The way she moved was confident, unapologetic, completely in tune with her own pleasure, and was the sexiest thing I'd ever seen. I let her set the pace, my hands exploring her body as she chased her second orgasm.
When she came again, it was with my name on her lips and her nails embedded in my chest. I followed her over, my knot swelling as I filled her for the second time, the bond between us flaring bright with satisfaction.
We stayed like that for long moments, both of us breathing hard, my cock still pulsing inside her. The bond hummed between us, warm and content and completely ours.
"You're mine now," I murmured against her neck, my lips brushing the fresh bite mark. "No take backs."
She laughed, the sound breathless and satisfied. "As if I'd want to. You're stuck with me, Crash."
"Good," I said, already feeling my cock stir again at the possessive note in her voice. "Because I'm pretty sure I could do this forever."
And for the first time in my life, I actually meant it.