Chapter 12
Chase
Chase couldn’t remember the last time he’d cried.
Well, he could. It was sometime around the last time Killian had fucked his face. But he couldn’t remember the last time he’d really let go and sobbed it out. Crying wasn’t exactly something the Adler household approved of, and Chase had gotten used to the lack.
But it was easy right now, with Killian holding him so tightly. Like a dam had broken somewhere inside Chase, broken apart bit by bit with each slap of Killian’s palm against Chase’s ass.
Was that a thing? It must have been, because Killian didn’t exactly seem surprised by this turn of events.
Chase hadn’t realized how good it would feel to cry. How freeing, how emptying.
But eventually his sobs subsided and he was only being held, his face tucked into Killian’s neck.
“Did it hurt that badly?” Killian asked softly, rubbing at Chase’s back.
“No,” Chase told him. His voice was thick from all the waterworks. “It felt good. Really, really good.”
It had. Chase hadn’t been expecting it, the way the sharp stinging slaps on his bare ass had made his cock fill.
Hadn’t expected the hungry way Killian had groped him, like he was getting just as much pleasure out of Chase’s punishment as he did out of fucking him.
Hadn’t expected the intense, almost painful sense of release as the punishment had ended.
Hadn’t expected how his mind had gone hazy and his body had gone hot and the tears had escaped as easy as breathing.
“You have a lot of pain hiding in there, don’t you, sweet boy?”
Chase let out a stuttered breath. He didn’t talk about that. Not ever. He knew how privileged he was. How lucky. No one needed his whining.
But just for this moment, Chase was spent and empty in a way that made it easy to admit, “Yeah. Maybe more than I thought.”
Killian stroked a firm hand down Chase’s spine. “Thank you for giving it to me. Your pain.”
It was such a nice fucking thing to say that Chase couldn’t come up with a response. He could feel Killian’s hard length underneath his ass, and even though Chase was tear-streaked and snotty, he couldn’t help shifting against it.
“Did the crying ruin the mood?” he asked, and he was too worn out to be embarrassed by how desperate the question came out.
Killian barked a sharp laugh. “If you think a few tears are going to stop me from stuffing you full of my cum, then you’re not the bright student I thought you were.”
Well.
That answered that.
It was a good thing too. Maybe it was weird to want sex after the kind of catharsis Chase had just experienced, but he did.
Chase craved the comfort of it, the familiar ecstasy of Killian manipulating his body and dictating his actions.
Craved that empty-headed space where there was no thought, only easy obedience and the pleasure that came with it.
There was a tug on Chase’s hair, and he lifted his head to meet Killian’s blue eyes, dark with arousal. “You’re going to come again with my cock in you, baby boy,” Killian warned, rough and low.
“You think?” Chase asked dumbly.
“I do.” Killian pushed him gently off his lap. “I want you kneeling with your hands on the headboard. I want to see my handiwork while I fuck you.”
Chase stayed where he was for a second, craning his neck as he looked backward and tried to get a peek at his own ass. “Can I …?”
Killian understood the unspoken question. He always seemed to. “Mirror or photo?”
Chase didn’t let himself think too hard about his answer. “Photo.”
Killian nodded his head at the headboard. “Into position.”
Chase scrambled to the head of the bed, kneeling there while he gripped the top of the headboard.
He heard the telltale sound of someone taking a picture with their phone.
His belly swooped. He was going to have evidence now.
Evidence of what Killian had done to him.
Something to look at when they were apart and Chase got antsy for his alpha’s touch.
The bed dipped as Killian climbed back on. And then strong hands were on Chase’s ass, groping without a bit of delicacy. Chase gasped.
“Sore?” Killian asked gruffly from behind him.
“Yes, Alpha.”
“Mm.”
Killian kept right on groping, the pleasure-pain of it sending hot licks of fire from Chase’s tender skin straight to his dick.
Killian started kissing at Chase’s shoulders, his mouth as hot as his touch.
And then a lubed finger was pressing at Chase’s hole, and Chase leaned into the headboard, pushing his ass out in a way that was probably much too eager.
Damn it. Chase was impatient for it—that hot press of Killian’s dick inside him. He should have prepped while he’d waited. He hadn’t thought of it, too turned around and in his own head from the twists and turns of the night.
“This would be easier if I was an omega, wouldn’t it?”
Chase had no idea why he said it. Maybe because he was still raw and vulnerable, split open in a way that had some strange, nagging insecurity coming out. The rumors had always said Killian fucked omegas. He was an alpha, after all. Most alphas preferred them when it came down to it.
Killian paused for only a moment before he went back to opening Chase up. “Do you know why I usually fucked omegas at the club?” he asked, his tone conversational.
“Because you had a t-type?” Chase guessed, trying to hold on to the thread of conversation as Killian mercilessly worked a second finger into him.
“Because their pheromones make them easy to read. It’s like a cheat code for a scene.
Less risky with a new partner, having another way to sense limits.
And do you know why that doesn’t matter with you?
” Killian’s hard cock brushed against Chase’s hip as he added a third finger.
He must have been planning to take Chase hard—he was rarely ever patient enough to get beyond two.
He’d asked Chase a question, hadn’t he?
Chase made some sort of vague, garbled negative sound in his throat, still pushing his ass out like a desperate slut.
Killian let out a low chuckle, running his nose along the back of Chase’s neck, sending a shiver down Chase’s spine.
“Because as inscrutable as you are out in the world, in here, with my hands on you, you’re an open fucking book.
I don’t need your pheromones, Chase Adler.
This pretty face and this responsive fucking body of yours tell me everything I need to know. ”
Killian withdrew his fingers, pressing his broad, muscled body against Chase’s back, rocking him into the headboard. His hard cock slid against Chase’s crease, a tease and a promise. “And you’re such a good, good boy that I know you’ll tell me ‘red’ if you need to. Isn’t that right?”
Chase was hot all over, probably flushed from his toes to the tips of his ears. Whatever Killian was talking about, it was only with him that Chase was like this. Only with Killian that he became this open, desperate thing. But it was too mortifying for Chase to say out loud, even now.
“And who the fuck needs slick?” Killian asked, tugging Chase’s hips out again and giving one a firm slap. “That’s what lube’s for. Keep your hands where they are.”
And then the blunt head of his cock was pressing in, and he was filling Chase with the whole thick length of it.
God, it felt good, the way Chase’s body stretched around that girth. The way Killian’s potent pheromones wrapped around him as his insides were rearranged.
Killian didn’t wait for him to adjust, didn’t pause for Chase to take a breath. He started slamming his hips like he was as desperate for this as Chase was, like he’d used up all his patient goodwill and now it was his time to rut and fuck and claim.
And Chase fucking melted, like he always did.
There was a stinging burn where the wiry hair on Killian’s groin and thighs was brushing against the sore skin of Chase’s ass, and the edge of pain was doing something weird to Chase. It was like he couldn’t get a handle on his own arousal, couldn’t make it fit into any manageable space.
And Killian’s hands were roaming everywhere, tugging at Chase’s hardening cock only sporadically, never lingering anywhere for too long.
And he smelled good. He always smelled so fucking good.
Maybe that was part of the problem. Part of what had Chase wondering about omegas.
Because Chase liked the fact that Killian was an alpha.
He liked Killian’s big frame and his thick cock and his overwhelming scent.
He liked the animalistic growls Killian let out when Chase’s body was satisfying him in just the right way.
Liked the press of blunt teeth at the nape of his neck.
Wait. No. Actually, that part was new.
Chase froze, his cock so hard it ached now. Killian’s teeth were teasing at the spot where a mate bite might lie. Even betas could be mated, though the bite had to be refreshed every few years.
The pressure increased, just a touch, and then the teeth left Chase’s nape, and Killian was nibbling at Chase’s ear, laughing lowly at Chase’s desperate moan. “I’m going to knot you one day, Chase Adler,” he breathed, sounding hungry and frantic and maybe a little mean.
Chase’s orgasm came out of nowhere.
Killian’s hand wasn’t even on Chase’s cock, and Chase was still gripping the headboard like he’d been told. But his balls drew up, and his whole body started shaking, and his cock spurted completely untouched all over Killian’s fancy pillows.
“Oh fuck,” Killian swore, broad hands gripping hard at Chase’s hips, slamming Chase back into each thrust. “What a good fucking boy you are. I knew you could do it, baby. Your body knows what’s best for it, doesn’t it? Knows it needs to come with this big alpha cock inside it.”
He slid a hand around and cupped Chase’s dick as it softened, hips still pumping away until suddenly he slammed in deep and let out a harsh growl.
He came a lot, as an alpha. And he seemed to like that part especially—how much he came inside Chase. So Chase wasn’t surprised when moments later he was drawn away from the headboard and rearranged on his side with Killian behind him, the weight of his gaze on Chase’s ass a tangible thing.
“Is it an alpha thing?” Chase asked idly, feeling loose and spent and empty in the best way. “Like breeding your omega?”
“There’s an idea for role-play,” Killian murmured, parting Chase’s cheeks, presumably so he had a better view. “But I don’t think I need to be an alpha to find my cum trickling out of you immensely satisfying.”
He watched for a little while longer before shuffling closer and spooning Chase, not seeming to mind the mess. “How are you feeling, sweet boy?”
“Good.” Chase let out a long, satisfied breath. His ass burned, he was lying in a wet spot, and he had sweat cooling and sticking all over his body. “Really good.”
“I’m glad.” Killian wrapped a firm arm around Chase’s waist. “I’m going to ask you some questions now.”
“A pop quiz?”
Killian bit Chase’s shoulder none so gently. “Very funny. Tell me why you came tonight.”
And Chase was warm and safe and relaxed enough to tell the truth. “Fridays. I’m used to Fridays.”
“Fridays will be our day, then,” Killian said easily. “No exceptions. What else?”
Was he talking about demands? That wasn’t exactly Chase’s forte—asking for things. Except …
“When it’s done, you have to tell me,” Chase requested quietly. “Explicitly. Don’t leave me guessing.”
“Good,” Killian said, like maybe he meant it. Like maybe Chase asking him for things was a privilege and not a burden. “I won’t leave you guessing. What else?”
Chase shifted on the bed, but he was locked in place by Killian’s hold. “I don’t know. That’s it, I think.”
“I have a few for you.”
Chase tilted his head back in surprise. “You do?”
Killian’s gaze was steady, even as his lips curled into a half smile. “I’d like to see you more often. Fridays will be ours, like we said. But would you be opposed to other nights? Or staying longer some Saturdays? Perhaps Sunday afternoons?”
Chase was so taken aback he couldn’t overthink it. It didn’t help that Killian looked unbelievably good, all flushed and sweaty with his dark hair hanging over his brow.
“Um, no. I’m not opposed.”
Killian cupped Chase’s face, pulling him in for a filthy kiss.
“It’s settled, then,” he said afterward, and there was no mistaking the satisfaction in his voice.
“Let’s draw a bath, shall we? And then you’re eating some steak.
I’ve been told I cooked it to perfection, and I won’t sleep until you have a taste. ”
Chase let himself be drawn up from the bed and led to the bathroom, following Killian’s lead in some sort of daze.
So that was it. They were … dating? Fucking? Seeing each other in secret, only more so? But not exactly secret, because Killian’s friends knew now.
They were something; that was for sure. Something Chase should maybe push to define, but he shied away at the thought of it, like a sore spot he couldn’t bear touching. To define it would be too …
Chase didn’t know, actually. It didn’t matter anyway. He’d be getting to see more of Killian; that much was clear. Getting more of this thing between them. And that, for Chase, was enough.
That was more than enough.