Chapter 11
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHASE
I don’t know how I manage to get in the car and drive back to my place with my sweet little human in the passenger seat beside me.
I can practically taste Lizzy’s arousal in the air, and my wolf is howling at me to make her mine. My beast is always close to the surface after a hunt or a fight. The fact that I locked fangs with Lizzy’s ex only heightens the need to claim her here and now.
I don’t dare glance at her as we make the short drive back to my cabin. One look, and I know all my resolve will snap, and I’ll end up taking her for the first time in the backseat of my SUV.
We peel into my driveway, and I don’t bother to hide my preternatural speed as I race to Lizzy’s side of the vehicle and hoist her into my arms.
She lets out a surprised giggle as I charge into my cabin, kicking the door shut behind me.
Then the little minx turns in my arms, fingers thrusting into my hair as she captures my mouth with hers.
I’m instantly rock hard again, need roaring through me as she presses her perfect breasts against my bare chest.
Groaning, I turn and pin her against the wall, my hands roving over the curve of her hips, the dip of her waist, and her lush breasts.
Lizzy opens for me, and I thrust my tongue into her mouth as my hands knead her breasts. She arches into me with a groan, wrapping her legs tighter around me and grinding her softness into my cock.
I hiss through my teeth and rip her shirt down the middle to expose those glorious tits. She’s wearing a delicate pink bra, and her flesh spills over the cups.
Pulling back, I trace the lace where it meets her skin and watch as her nipples bead through the material.
My beast surges to the fore, and an animalistic snarl escapes me as I bend down to bite her through the fabric.
Lizzy cries out, bucking her hips as I mouth her breast through the lace.
I need to taste her — to feel her soft skin beneath my tongue.
Reaching around her, I release the clasp of her bra and watch with delight as her breasts spring free. Tossing the garment aside, I cup her breast with one hand and circle her nipple with my tongue. My girl lets out a needy whimper, and I grin against her flesh.
I take my time sucking and teasing until Lizzy’s a writhing mess in my arms. Then I turn my attention to her other breast as she digs her nails into my scalp.
“Chase,” she rasps. “I need you.”
“Not yet, baby. First, I’m going to make you come until you scream my name.”
A little shiver rolls through her, and I carry her back to the bedroom.
I lay her down carefully on the mattress, bracing myself above her as I brand her with a kiss. She arches into me, brushing those perfect nipples against my chest, and I feel a slice of pain in my gums as my fangs descend.
I groan and kiss a trail along her jawline and down her throat, lingering in the soft valley where the base of her neck meets her shoulder. Lizzy shivers, and I rake the tips of my fangs over that sensitive flesh.
I’m playing with fire, but I can’t resist. The back of my tongue is already coated with venom, and the urge to mark her is overwhelming.
“Chase, please,” Lizzy moans as my hand slides down to cup her through her jeans.
“Don’t worry, baby. I know what you need.”
I rub my thumb along her center, feeling her heat through the fabric. She lets out a growl of frustration, grinding her mound into my palm as she seeks out the friction she needs.
I let out a wicked chuckle. I’m going to have fun playing with my mate.
Unbuttoning her jeans, I grip her waistband and slide the material down her legs. The tiny scrap of lace beneath leaves little to the imagination, and when I reach up to touch her through her panties, they’re already soaked.
“You’re so wet for me, baby,” I rumble approvingly.
Lizzy makes a needy little noise that has my balls drawing up tight to my body.
Pushing her legs apart, I position myself between her thighs and put my mouth on her through the lace. She squeals at the wet heat of my breath against her pussy, and I groan as her sweet scent floods my nostrils.
Mine.
With a wolfish snarl and a rip of fabric, I tear the pretty scrap of lace down the middle, baring her completely. Her perfect pussy is all slick and pink, already swollen with her arousal.
“Oh, baby,” I moan, running my fingers up her slit until they’re coated with her cream. “So fucking perfect.”
She sucks in a breath as I part her folds, licking a trail up her center.
Her taste explodes on my tongue, sweet and feminine and mine. A low sound escapes me as I cover her clit with my mouth, sliding two digits into her wet heat.
“Fuck, baby,” I whisper. “You’re so tight.”
Lizzy whimpers as I draw my fingers toward me, finding that sensitive spot within. Fresh wetness gushes out of her, coating the insides of her thighs. I lap it up with relish, and my beast roars in approval.
My girl begins to writhe on the bed, her hips moving in rhythm with my fingers. And when I draw her clit into my mouth, she lets out a ragged cry.
I can feel her muscles tightening around me, and I know she has to be close.
“Oh, baby,” I groan, drawing back just long enough to take in the sight of her sprawled beneath me. “See how sweet you taste.”
Her lips part as I bring my fingers to her mouth, and when she sucks her nectar off the tips, my eyes roll back in my head.
“Fuck,” I groan again, lapping at her core and allowing just the barest hint of fang to graze the sensitive skin of her pussy.
Lizzy comes hard — her walls clenching around my fingers as she moans through the sensation. I continue to pump in and out of her, licking beneath her clit as I draw out every ounce of her pleasure.
Then she’s reaching for me — one small hand gripping my shoulder as her other closes around my shaft. I let her guide me to her entrance, precum already glistening at my tip.
God, she’s so fucking beautiful, sprawled on my bed with her golden hair everywhere. Her rosy nipples harden beneath my stare, and there’s a pretty pink flush that goes from the tips of her cheeks all the way down to her pussy.
“Are you sure?” I rasp, my cock twitching even as I line myself up between her legs.
“Yes,” she whispers, her hands roving over my abs.
“Tell me if I need to stop,” I murmur, though the mere thought is torture.
Slowly, I fit myself to her entrance, nudging in half an inch. Lizzy sucks in a breath as she stretches around me, and I lean forward to kiss her softly, drawing her bottom lip into my mouth.
She opens for me, bit by bit, and I slide in another inch. My cock seems to twitch in sync with my racing heart, but I force myself to go slow to give her time to adjust.
My thumbs idly stroke her nipples, enjoying the way they respond to my touch.
“Chase,” she whispers, gripping my hair with one hand and a fistful of my ass with the other. “Please. I need you.”
I moan in response, sliding in the rest of the way and hitting the very end of her. Lizzy cries out, but it’s a low, guttural sound of pleasure. I echo it with a groan of my own, the sensation of her tight pussy strangling my cock almost too much to bear.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” I murmur, pulling out slowly and staring at the place where we are joined. My shaft is already coated in her slickness, and my wolf loves that her scent is all over me.
Reaching between us, I find that swollen bundle of nerves and begin to work it in light circles as I push back in. Lizzy arches against the bed as I reach new depths within her, but I continue to move at a slow, gentle pace.
I can already feel her fluttering around me, her body primed for pleasure. She throws her head back as she comes again, and the sensation of her walls squeezing me is almost too much to bear.
“Harder, Chase,” she whispers, raking her nails down my back deep enough to leave scratches.
I growl in response, so fucking turned on that she’s marking me and wishing I could mark her in return.
Bitter venom coats my tongue. My skin feels too hot, too tight, and my gaze keeps going to that soft slope of skin that’s just begging for my bite.
“Chase . . .” she moans, bucking her hips and forcing me deeper. “Please.”
Fuck, she feels so good. So right. I want to sink into her every goddamn night and make her scream my name.
This time, Lizzy clenches around me, and I almost fucking come. I let out a hiss, gripping her thigh and pinning her hips to the bed. “I’m trying to take it slow with you so I don’t get carried away and mark you, baby.”
Lizzy goes still beneath me, though I don’t smell the acrid tang of fear that I scented back in the forest.
“Mark me?”
I curse myself for opening my big, dumb mouth. My girl is already wary of shifters, and here I am talking of claiming her.
“It’s something shifters do when they claim a mate,” I explain. “It’s . . . a bite.”
“Do you want to mark me?” she asks, slightly breathless.
“I want to,” I groan. “But I won’t.”
“Why not?” It’s an innocent question, and I don’t detect even a hint of fear in her voice.
“I . . . I’m doing my best to take things slow with you,” I say, my voice strained with the energy it’s taking to rein in my wolf.
Lizzy’s hand comes up to caress the side of my face, and I pull back to meet her gaze. Those fathomless green eyes are staring up at me with such love and trust that it steals my breath away.
“I want you to mark me,” she whispers. “I want to be yours, Chase.”
“You don’t understand,” I growl, shaking my head.
“The mating mark is permanent, Lizzy. It embeds my scent in your skin. It’s more than just being together — more serious even than marriage.
When I claim you . . . You will be mine and mine alone.
I can’t promise that my instincts won’t come out if another male so much as looks at you wrong. ”
But my sweet girl only smiles and runs her fingers through my hair. “I know it sounds crazy, but . . . I want that with you.”
I squeeze my eyes shut on a moan, my cock so hard it feels as though it’s turned to granite. My wolf is positively feral, and my skin is hot and tingly all over.
A fresh rush of venom fills my mouth, and I fist the bedding beside her head as I work to get a grip on myself.
I will not lose control with her. Not ever. But right now, those sweet words are testing my resolve.
“Lizzy . . .”
“I know you’re holding back,” she whispers, tightening her grip in my hair until I open my eyes and meet her gaze. “And you don’t have to. I’m not afraid of you.”
“You wouldn’t say that if you knew how close I am to marking you right now.”
“You don’t scare me,” she insists. “And I want your mark. I want you to claim me in every possible way so that everyone knows I’m yours.”
At those words, I feel my resolve snap. My fangs descend the rest of the way, and I let out a growl as I plunge into her heat.
Lizzy lets out a cry of ecstasy, throwing her head back to expose the long, graceful column of her throat.
I thrust into her with abandon, feeling her body welcome me as I hit the very end of her. Her breasts bounce with every movement, and I make a mental note to worship them more later.
“You take me so well, baby,” I murmur, holding her gaze as I try to absorb the rightness of this. Of her.
She’s all I want — all I’ll ever need.
With those thoughts ringing in my head, I bring my face down close to hers and capture her mouth in one more kiss. She moans into me as my lips ghost over hers, trailing along her jawline and down to that soft spot at the base of her neck.
Her scent fills me with every breath — vanilla and cinnamon and sweetness. I want to cover myself in it. Live in it. I want it to be the last thing I smell every night before drifting off to sleep.
My fangs punch out, and I thrust in, piercing the delicate skin. Lizzy sucks in a sharp gasp through her teeth, and I roll my hips into her, using pleasure to temper the pain.
The coppery taste of her blood overwhelms me, and I feel something snap into place. Suddenly, she’s not just the woman I want to worship. She is my very center.
My mate.
Slowly, I withdraw my fangs, lapping my tongue against the small hurt. The bite will scar, marking her forever. Showing the world she’s mine.