Chapter 23 #2
“I don’t give a fuck who is here. Let them wait. Let them hear you.”
Using my new strength, I shove him so hard, he soars across the room. His back hits the wall so hard, the concrete cracks, lines spreading across the surface.
Oops.
I forgot my own new strength.
In a blur, I’m straddling his lap and sinking down onto him, moaning when his cock fills me again.
My orgasm is already so close. My skin feels tight. A tingling static swims through my body.
“So close. You feel so good. Everything feels…more.” The moan that leaves me leaves no room for imagination as to what we are doing in here.
I tilt my head back, and Oklahoma runs his palm down the middle of my chest, tweaking my nipple between his fingers.
In another quick move, he pins me to the floor, face down, lifting my dress above my ass. A hot burn blooms across my right cheek, his palm coming down repeatedly.
His claws pierce the warm flesh, gripping me so hard, the warm trickle of blood slips down the back of my thigh.
My orgasm is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. He’s right. Everything is heightened. Every sensation. Every push and pull of his cock burying inside me, striking the spot that sends bursts of fireworks through every cell of my body.
Oklahoma yanks my head back and sinks his fangs into my neck, dragging my blood from the vein. With every pull, another orgasm washes over me, and he growls into my neck, the warmth of his come spilling into my womb.
If I wasn’t already pregnant, I would have been after this.
I flip us, shoving him back against the bench, straddle his lap again, and lock eyes with him.
His nostrils flare, scenting his come dripping out of me onto his softening cock.
It’s my turn.
My fangs bite into his vein, the same spot I claimed the night we completed our mating. Everything is different now. I can feel in my bones how much he loves when I feed from him and how much it turns him on. The taste of his orgasm lingers in his blood, drugging me until I’m drowsy and high.
A knock on the shelter door has me growling from being interrupted.
“It’s okay, Sugar.” Oklahoma rubs a hand up and down my back to calm me.
“Will you two peel your damn lips off one another for five seconds?” Ruka shouts, banging on the door again.
I lick the blood from Oklahoma’s muscular neck. I stare at the spot, the pulse having me leap forward, and Oklahoma catches me, wrapping a hand around my throat to stop me.
“Later, Nariko. We have people waiting. I’ll give you all of me tonight in bed. You can feast on me until every drop in my body is gone.” He wipes the corner of my mouth with his thumb, and he pushes it between my lips.
I really don’t miss a drop.
He zips his pants and fixes his shirt, and I fluff my dress, but there’s no hiding the carnage on the material.
The strap hangs limp from being ripped. Blood stains a few places. There’s a slit where a slit didn’t exist. Let’s not talk about the evidence running down my thighs.
“Come on, Sugar.” He tugs me behind him as we walk up the steps and he pushes the door open, the sunlight beaming in.
I have to avert my eyes. It’s too bright.
“About time!” Ruka huffs.
He’s standing there with Millie, Jess, Reina, Westin, and Jazz. All of them are laughing and giggling when they see me. I give a curtsy because I’m not ashamed at all for being caught having sex with my mate.
Ruka lifts his phone in the air, the livestream a few minutes late getting started because of me.
The breeze rustles the hem of my dress, carrying petals from a cherry blossom tree.
Taking a deep breath, I introduce myself.
“Hey, Dust Bunnies! It’s your favorite Storm Chaser team, and we are here to report on the aftermath of The Route 99 Tornado, the most destructive tornado in history.
We’re lucky. We are safe, and we had a close call.
I’m not sure how we survived the storm,” I say, wrapping an arm around Oklahoma while Ruka pans the phone to every team member, including Westin and Jazz.
“But we are thankful. We hope all of you who were in the storm are okay, and if you know anyone who died, we send our deepest condolences. Right now, Ruka and I are standing on the foundation of what used to be our house.” Ruka angles the phone in a different way, showing the wreckage.
Wood is everywhere. Clothes litter the yard and hang from the trees. The porch is gone, and pieces of the roof are like breadcrumbs on the driveway.
“This house held a lot of memories, but it’s time to leave the past in the past. The Dust Bunnies have a permanent hub now at Dead Man’s Ranch.
That’s where we will be for the foreseeable future.
If you find any stray animals from the storm, please bring them to Dead Man’s as we have plenty of room! ”
The comments are pouring in. There are too many questions to keep track of.
Until I catch a comment asking about Evan and the Twisted Trackers.
I clear my throat, the sadness overwhelming; the vivid picture of his truck crashing down in front of us will be a moment I’ll never forget.
Oklahoma steps forward and tugs me to his side. “It’s true. Evan and his team did not survive the storm. Twisted Trackers were brave and fearless. They chased until the very end.”
I finally find my voice. “While Evan was my rival, I had so much respect for him as a chaser.” I didn’t, because most of the time he was a thieving asshole, but towards the end, he wasn’t so bad.
“I never wished him death. I never wanted him to die by how we live—chasing. Storms are unpredictable. Even as chasers, we don’t know what to expect. ”
“He and his team live on in our Dust Bunnies Radar app. If you search their names, you’ll see their initials where the storm traveled, forever remembered.”
Ruka grips the stick the phone is mounted to and lifts it into the air, getting all of us on screen.
“Remember, when you chase, you’re nothing but dust to a tornado. Stay safe, Oklahoma.” I blow them a kiss.
“Let’s Chase, But Stay Safe!” Ruka shouts, ending the livestream to our millions of followers.
Storm season isn’t even over yet.
It’s only just begun.