Chapter Twenty
Mandy
Chase pushes into me slowly, allowing me to savor this moment together. Our first time together. His first time ever.
Once seated inside me, he pauses, allowing me to adjust to his large size. I can feel his knot pressing against my opening, driving me wild with need and lust.
“Move,” I beg.
Chase chuckles and thrusts, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in. I cry out as his pace quickens and his force grows harder, wilder and frantic.
“Yes,” I scream as each thrust hits just the right spot inside and his knot presses more fervently against me. “Need your knot, Alpha.”
“Anything you want, Dee. I’m yours, all yours. I might be an alpha, but you’re in charge. You have the power here.”
He thrusts a few more times, then pushes his knot inside me. My pussy clenches and stretches until he’s seated comfortably inside, giving my body exactly what it’s been craving. My walls clamp down around him, my orgasm ripping through me with the force of a hurricane, a decade in the making.
My release triggers his own, and he moans my name as he comes. We’re so connected that I can feel the hot ropes of cum as they shoot from his cock and fill me up while my pussy greedily squeezes every last drop out of him.
“You’re stuck with me now,” I pant as Chase leans back just a little, looking at where we’re connected, our two bodies becoming one with one another. His expression is one of pure, unadulterated lust and wonder. “At least until your knot releases us.”
“Forever,” he mumbles, his eyes moving from the spot where we’re joined to my face. He places a gentle kiss on my neck before gently maneuvering us so that we’re lying on our sides facing each other. “You’re my forever.”
Something warm and heavy is draped over my body when I wake. The glare from the sun is bright on the back of my eyelids, causing me to squeeze them closed even tighter. I don’t even want to try to open them.
The night before comes flooding back to me. The prom invitation, the dance, being with Chase for the first time. It was a dream, like something out of a romance novel.
So why do I feel overly irritated?
I should be overjoyed to wake up next to my long-lost lover—and deep down I am—but on the surface, the weight of his arm and the brightness of the room is suffocating.
This isn’t where I want to be. It doesn’t smell right. It has Chase’s scent, and my own, but it also smells old and dusty. I didn’t notice that last night.
I open my eyes, hissing against the harsh glare.
Why does the sun have to be so freaking bright?
Wiggling out from under Chase’s arm, I perch on the side of the bed.
The only clothing I have here is the gown from last night, but as stunning as it is, I can’t think of anything worse to wear right now. I’d rather stay naked.
I scratch an itch on my arm as I tiptoe away from the bed. I need to find the bathroom. Maybe a shower will help me reset and shake this mood. A quick glance around the room shows no other doors, so I must assume the bathroom is down the hall.
Chase had said we were alone here, hadn’t he? So, there should be no chance of running into anyone in my state of undress? Honestly, I can’t even bring myself to care.
I leave the bedroom as quietly as I can muster and start checking other closed doors for the bathroom. A couple of doors down, I find it. It’s old and outdated, but it’ll have to do.
If there’s something I can usually count on, it's that hot water solves everything.
Not today. Today, instead of being a relaxing, refreshing start to my day, the heat of the shower made me feel like liquid lava on the inside. My flesh is covered in goosebumps, and the light continues to hurt my eyes.
I can’t even bring myself to dry off; the towel is too rough against my skin.
Heading back to the bedroom, wet and irritated, I intend to wake Chase and demand he take me home. I need to nest.
I need to nest.
Holy shit.
“Chase,” I gasp as I reenter the room. He has his phone pressed to his ear and holds up a finger for me to wait a minute.
How rude. No one tells me to wait. At least not when I might be going into heat and aren’t at home and able to prepare my nest.
“Ahem,” I whine, bringing my hands to my hips and drawing his attention back to me. His eyes widen, darkening with lust as he realizes I’m standing there butt-naked and dripping wet.
Slick runs down my thighs as his pheromones spike and call to me. Shit. I’m not ready. My heat isn’t due. I need my nest.
At least now I’ve got his attention.
“Take me home,” I demand, tapping my foot against the floor impatiently. “I want to nest before I turn into a knot-starved version of myself.”
“Hold on, Axel,” he says before cupping his hand over the phone. “You’re in heat, Dee?”
“Just about,” I mutter. “And I don’t want to have my heat here. So we need to go.”
“Okay, Axel will come get us now, won’t you, Axel?” he questions, bringing the phone back to his ear. He nods to himself and hangs up the call. “He’ll be here in about twenty minutes. How about we get dressed and have something to eat while we wait, huh?”
“No,” I snarl. “I’m not hungry. And my dress is too scratchy.”
He nods, approaching me and pulling me against him. His fingers trace patterns along my back in a slow twirling pattern that feels kind of nice while his other hand flicks off a message.
“What about my shirt?”
I consider for a moment as I step back, and he passes it to me for me to try it out.
It smells like him, his forest rain scent strong and soothing.
But it’s too crisp, too rough against my sensitive skin.
Shaking my head, I hand it back and move to the curtains, pulling them closed.
The relief is instantaneous. Having a dimly lit space for my heats is one of my key requirements.
“We can figure out clothing soon. Let me get you some breakfast and an electrolyte drink. I may not have experience with a heat, but I know enough that I know it’s likely days before you’ll eat again.”
“Not hungry,” I whine, annoying myself with the sound. “I don’t want anything.”
“Please, Dee? Eat to make your alpha happy?”
“Fine.” It’s a little bit of a low blow for him to pull the alpha card, but I can’t blame him. He’s right. I won’t eat anything they don’t force me to for the next three days at least.
Chase grins, disappearing to fetch the breakfast pastry. I plop myself down on the bed, sulking. The guys have an away game tomorrow. They’re supposed to leave tonight, and I don’t want them to. I want them both to stay and be a part of my heat.
Chase returns with the food just as I’m wiping away a couple of wayward tears.
“Hey,” he says, plopping down on the bed beside me. “What’s wrong?”
“Can you stay? You and Axel? Can you miss the game and stay with me?”
“Axel’s sorting it now, Dee. We won’t leave you.”
Relief washes over me in a flood, enough that some of my irritation subsides and I’m able to stomach a couple of pastries that Chase brought down.
“Chase? Mandy?” Axel's voice sounds about half an hour later from the bottom of the stairs.
“Up here,” Chase calls. “First door on the left.”
“How are you doing, Mally?” he coos as he appears in the doorway a few moments later. “Ready to get home to your nest?”
“Yes.” I stand from the bed. “Let’s go.”
“Hold on,” he growls. “You can’t go like that. I bought you a few things to try.”
That’s when I notice the bag in his hands. It’s from Proud O’s and appears to be overflowing with a variety of different clothing options.
“Pick the least irritating item to wear home, Mandy. I promise to tear it off you the second you’re in your apartment, okay?”
A shiver runs down my spine at his promise, and I do as he says, choosing a soft satin shirt and shorts sleep set in a pale pink daisies pattern. It’s early enough that there shouldn’t be many people on the street to worry about the fact that I’m wearing pajamas. At least I’m not naked, right?
“Let’s go help our omega nest and see her through her heat. Is that what you would like, Mandy?”
I nod vigorously.
I want it more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my whole life.