Chapter 27
CHAPTER 27
E mery
“Where are you going?” I ask Ashley as she heads from her bedroom toward the front door.
“Going to meet Stacey and Angela,” she says over her shoulder.
Stacey and Angela are two women from our pack that Ashley has become close with in the past couple of weeks. To be honest, Ashley has taken to most of the members of the pack.
During our shared mealtimes, she’s often at the table laughing and talking with the other members present. It’s a joy to see given how she was such a self-described outcast in our previous human-only lives.
As well as Ashley’s acclimated to pack life, I still get the sense that something’s off with her. Especially the past few days. She often wears a frown when she thinks no one is looking. But she won’t open up to me about what it is.
“Do you want me to come along? I can?—”
“No, that’s okay,” she says quickly, before opening the door and heading out. It slams shut before I can even open my mouth to reply.
The stinging pain of rejection courses through me. That is, until a pair of strong hands move over my shoulder, from behind, squeezing them.
“ She’s making friends. Isn’t that what you wanted?”
Despite the dejected feeling from Ashley’s departure, a smile captures my lips. I don’t think I’ll ever get over the sound of Chance’s voice inside of my head.
“ Yes,” I reply to him, through our mate bond, because this is how we communicate most of the time these days. I know he appreciates hearing my voice in his head.
“ But she’s avoiding me, for some reason. Ever since that day we went to the cave together. And she’s been frowning a lot lately.”
I snap my fingers.
“ Maybe I should ask Ms. Elsie since she spends a lot of time with her.”
Chance shakes his head before replying. “ I doubt that’s a good idea.”
His gaze darkens at the sight of my frown.
“ You know your sister better than I do,” he says.
“ Why do I feel like there’s a ‘but’ coming along?”
He chuckles, and despite my semi-down mood, my nipples harden from the gruff sound.
“ Because you also used to tell me how stubborn she was, right? Whenever your adoptive parents tried to force her to do something she didn’t want, she rebelled.”
“I’m not them,” I say out loud instead of through our mate bond. Since he’s staring down at me, Chance can read my lips.
“ I’m not comparing you to them. I’m reminding you of who your sister is. She’s the type if you push her, she’ll push back. And that will not get you closer to solving the issue between the two of you.”
I toss my arms out to my sides in frustration. “There’s no issue between us. She just needs to tell me what’s going on.”
“Why?” Chance now speaks out loud. “So you can tell her what to do?”
“No.” I shake my head. “I wouldn’t do that. But maybe she doesn’t understand what she’s doing.”
He pauses, raising an eyebrow. “What is it that you think she’s doing?”
“Isn’t it obvious?”
He folds his arms over his chest. “ Enlighten me.”
“She’s sneaking around to see Christophe,” I tell him, finally speaking my thoughts on what Ashley’s doing most nights out loud. “Or, at least, she might try to,” I amend. “I told you Mike is probably a bit of a softie to keep guard over Christophe’s house.”
“Do you believe that?”
I nod. “I do. The other day at lunch, he commented about taking extra banana bread to take to Christophe. And, of course, Ms. Elsie let him.”
“Mike is one of my most capable betas. He’s been training with me ever since his first shift, decades ago.”
“I know he’s capable. If you trained him, of course he is, but what if Christophe has manipulated him like he has my sister? You already told me he can’t be trusted. I don’t want Ashley getting too comfortable with him. She already believes he’s her mate.”
Though I haven’t heard her refer to him as that since she got out of the hospital, I suspect she still believes it on some level. Even though it’s been made clear that any relationship between them is doomed.
“And what about me?” my mate asks. “Do you think I’m foolish enough to be manipulated by Christophe?”
“What?” I jut my head backwards. “No, of course I don’t believe that. I know the safety of our pack is your highest priority.”
I don’t even understand why he would ask such a thing. I’ve seen the hurt in Chance’s eyes when he told me about the way Christophe betrayed the Nightwolf pack.
Chance moves closer, cupping my face in his strong hands. I wrap my fingers around his hands.
He presses his lips against my forehead.
“Then trust me when I say that there is nothing that I would let happen to your sister. Not at the hands of an enemy nor at the hands of my brother.”
A tremor courses through me. It’s a combination of relief and sexual tension.
“Do you trust me?” His lips hover just above mine as he asks this.
I nod while staring at his mouth.
“Tell me, Emery.”
“I trust you,” I tell him through our bond, knowing that’s what he wants the most.
His lips cover mine in an instant. And all of the questions that had begun to form in my mind—Why would he think I doubted his discernment abilities? Did he believe I didn’t trust him either? And did he just refer to Christophe as his brother?
All of those questions fade away with his lips capturing mine. He uses his tongue to pry my lips apart, allowing himself to plunder my mouth.
Moisture begins to pool in my panties. Breaking the kiss, Chance starts kissing a trail along my jawline to my neck. Air wooshes from my lungs as he presses my back against the kitchen counter.
But I stop him from lowering. Instead, it’s me who drops to my knees. Before he can ask what I’m doing or respond, I unbuckle and unzip his jeans, then tug them and this black boxer briefs down.
“Emery.” He gasps my name through our bond.
My nipples harden to the point of pain at the need in his tone. I ignore my own body’s desire to feel him between my legs. Instead, I cover the tip of his cock with my mouth.
“Shit!” Chance curses through our bond, making me smile around his dick.
I use my tongue to swirl the drops of precum around his tip before moving lower and lower. I can’t get enough of his taste. I’m pretty certain, at this point, I’m addicted to it, as if it was made just for me.
When I begin bobbing my head up and down on his cock, Chance moves his hands to either side of my head.
“That’s it,” he coaxes. “ Just like that.”
His encouragement spurs me on. I love knowing that I’m pleasing him. I want nothing more than to have him come inside of my mouth. Gone are the days where I used to think this was unladylike or that intimacy between my mate and I should only take place in the bedroom.
The old way of thinking about what it means to be a lady and how to present myself in one way in front of others has all but faded away.
I remind myself of that as I moan through our bond, around my mate’s dick. Chance growls out. He loves to hear me moaning, no matter what position I’m in.
“I love you,” he tells me through our bond.
Tears blur my vision, but I continue to bob my head along his shaft, desperate to make him come. Seconds later, he erupts in my mouth with a loud groan.
He doesn’t even give himself time to stop coming or feel the fullness of his orgasm before he’s hoisting me up off of the floor.
A breath later, I’m spread out, on the dining room table.
“Chance!” I call out, frightened of falling. He doesn’t stop or pause as he rips the dark cargo pants I have on away from my body. It doesn’t even surprise me that the pants end up in a ripped heap on the floor.
“Shit!” I call out when he throws my legs over his shoulders and begins to devour me like I’m the last meal on earth.
He attacks my pussy like a starved man, even though we were literally in this position just this morning. Hardly a day goes by that we aren’t intimate. Most of the time, multiple times a day.
I toss my head back and moan when his tongue rims my pussy. My legs tremble but I’m not ready to come yet.
“ Please,” I beg. “ I need you inside of me.”
I give him one more ‘please’ through our bond before he pulls back and raises his body to meet me. With my legs dangling over the side of the table, he positions himself directly at my entrance. He tugs on my arms, pulling me up to wrap around him.
“I want you to do something for me,” he croons against my lips.
“ Anything.”
His mouth twitches. “Have my baby.”
I pull back, staring at him, but he tightens his hold around my body.
He begins to slowly slide inside of my wet core. “ Have. My. Baby,” he says again, this time through our mate bond.
My eyes roll to the back of my head due to the deliberate way he makes me feel every inch of him moving inside of me.
“ Will you, Emery?” he asks before kissing the column of my neck. “ Will you have my baby?”
“I will have a thousand of your babies,” I reply.
That response makes him lose control. He lifts me completely from the table. I wrap my arms and legs securely around his body. Instead of heading to the bedroom like I suspected, he moves us to the nearest wall, pressing my back against it.
He begins pumping into me with a ferocity I’ve never seen before. Almost as if he’s willing a pregnancy to result from this coupling.
My screams pierce the air around us. Over and over Chance tells me how fucking beautiful and perfect I am. Words that took me a long time to believe.
But when he says them, as if they’re an innate truth and not his personal opinion, I can’t help but to trust him.