Chapter Ten #4
The thought of returning to our apartment, to our bed, sent a shiver of anticipation up my spine. He was right. The cleanup would manage without me, and suddenly I couldn’t wait another minute to be alone with him.
“Okay,” I agreed, feeling almost giddy. “Let’s go home.”
The ride back to the compound was a study in sweet torture.
Chains was on his motorcycle with me pressed against his back, my arms wrapped around his waist, my thighs hugging his.
The vibration of the motor of the bike always sent a jolt of lust to my pussy and this evening’s ride did so even more.
By the time we pulled into the compound, I was practically pulsing with need and unadulterated lust.
We barely made it through the door of our apartment before the cats descended, weaving between our legs in greeting.
Lucifer seemed particularly vocal, his raspy meow demanding attention.
Salem perched on the back of the couch, watching us with her usual aloof interest, while Binx rubbed against Chains’ ankle, purring loudly.
“Not now, you little monsters,” Chains grumbled, but there was affection beneath his gruff tone as he bent to scratch Binx behind the ears. “Your mama and I have business to attend to.”
I laughed, scooping up Lucifer despite his protests. “They missed us. They’re not used to being alone all day.”
“They’ll survive,” Chains replied. “Need you, Ellie. Now.”
The raw desire in his voice sent heat flooding through me. I looped my arms around his neck, pressing my body flush against his. “You have me. Do what you want with me.”
He lifted me easily, and I wrapped my legs around his waist as he carried me to the bedroom.
The cats followed, clearly unimpressed with being left behind, refusing to be dismissed.
Chains kicked the door shut behind us, but not before Lucifer slipped through, jumping onto the bed with an air of ownership.
“Out,” Chains ordered, pointing to the door. “Now.”
Lucifer stared back, yellow eyes unblinking, tail twitching in defiance.
“Lucifer,” I said, trying to sound stern despite the laughter bubbling up in my chest. “Go on. Out you go.”
The cat hissed at Chains before reluctantly slinking from the bed and out the door that Chains held open for him.
“Fuckin’ cat thinks he owns the place,” Chains muttered, securing the door. “Thinks he owns you.”
“Jealous?” I teased, sitting on the edge of the bed and looking up at him through my lashes.
“Damn right,” he growled, stalking toward me with predatory grace. “You’re mine, Ellie. I don’t share.”
The possessiveness in his voice should have bothered me. I’d spent years building my independence, protecting myself from needing anyone, but with Chains, I felt safe. Like I mattered. Belonged. Chains was my home. Wherever he was, that was home.
He stood before me, his broad shoulders blocking out the light, his blue eyes dark with hunger. I reached for him, tugging his shirt from his jeans with eager fingers.
“Show me,” I whispered. “Show me I’m yours.”
Chains needed no further invitation. He pulled his shirt over his head in one fluid motion, revealing the tattooed expanse of his chest and stomach. I ran my hands over his skin, tracing the inked patterns, the raised scars, the geography of a life lived hard.
His fingers made quick work of my clothing, peeling away layers until I lay naked before him. The October chill in the room raised goose bumps on my skin, but his gaze burned hotter than any fire.
“So beautiful,” he murmured, his rough hands sliding up my legs, over my hips, my waist, cupping my breasts with a reverence that made my heart ache.
“My beautiful little witch.” It was strange.
I thought him calling me his little witch would bother me after seeing my father again.
But it didn’t. The phrase coming from Chains felt like an endearment, and I knew I’d never view Halloween as anything other than the amazing, wonderful, fun holiday it was.
I reached for his belt, my fingers fumbling with sudden urgency. He helped me, stripping away his jeans and boxers until he stood naked and magnificent before me. His cock stood proud and hard, and I wrapped my hand around him, savoring his sharp intake of breath.
“Fuck me,” I whispered, leaning back on the bed and pulling him with me. “Do it, Chains.”
He followed me down, covering my body with his, his weight a delicious pressure as he settled between my thighs. His mouth found mine in a kiss that started gently but quickly blazed into something fierce and hungry. I arched against him, seeking more contact, more friction, more of him.
Chains broke the kiss to trail his lips down my neck to my collarbone. When he moved lower, he captured a nipple between his teeth. I gasped, threading my fingers through his hair as he lavished attention first on one breast, then the other.
“Please,” I begged again, my hips rising to meet his. “I want you inside me. Fucking me.”
He positioned himself at my entrance, the head of his cock teasing me until I whimpered with need. Then, in one smooth thrust, he filled me completely. We both groaned at the sensation, perfect and right. For a moment, he held still, his forehead pressed against mine, our breaths mingling.
“I love you,” he whispered against my lips, the words sending a fresh wave of emotion through me.
“I love you too,” I answered, rolling my hips to urge him into movement.
He began to move, building a rhythm that had me clinging to his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin.
Each thrust pushed me higher, my body responding to his as if we’d been made for each other.
He gripped my hips, lifting me to meet him, changing the angle until he hit that perfect spot inside me.
“Chains!” I screamed, feeling the pressure building within me. “Don’t stop. Please don’t fucking stop.”
“Never,” he promised, his pace increasing as he drove us both toward release. “Come for me, baby. Let me feel you. Milk me and take my cum inside that tight little body.”
His words pushed me over the edge, my orgasm crashing through me in waves of intense pleasure. I cried out his name again as my pussy clenched around him, drawing him deeper. With a primal groan, he followed me into ecstasy, his release pulsing hot inside me as his body shuddered against mine.
After, as we lay clinging to each other, his arm around my shoulders and my head on his chest, I listened to the steady beat of his heart. Outside our door, I could hear Lucifer scratching insistently at the wood, demanding entry to his domain.
“Your fuckin’ cat’s persistent,” Chains mumbled against my hair, sounding too satisfied to be truly annoyed.
“He just wants to make sure I’m okay,” I replied, snuggling closer. “He’s protective.”
“Makes two of us,” Chains said, tightening his arm around me. “Though I’m better at it.”
I laughed softly, pressing a kiss to his chest. “I don’t know. He’s pretty fierce.”
“I’m fiercer,” Chains insisted, but there was humor in his voice. “And I’ve got better stamina.”
To prove his point, his hand slid down my side to cup my ass, pulling me more firmly against him. I could feel him hardening again against my thigh, and heat rekindled low in my belly.
“Round two?” I asked, tilting my head to look up at him.
His smile was slow and wicked, sending a shiver of anticipation through me. “Damn right. We’ve got all night, baby. And I plan to use every minute of it.”
As his mouth found mine again, Lucifer’s scratching faded from my awareness, replaced by the sensation of Chains’ hands on my skin, his body moving with mine, and the certain knowledge that I had found where I belonged.
Home?
You’re Goddamned right.