31. Chapter 31 - Chayce
Chapter 31 - Chayce
O nce I made my presence known to Regina, I moved down the bar to give her and Emmalee some privacy. My girl is radiating happiness right now. My dragon huffs out a frustrated breath at not realizing she was down. No, that isn’t the right word. I’m not sure what it is, but this is a side that I haven’t seen, and I like it. Regina is carefree right now, just enjoying life. This situation of Jaygon must be weighing heavier on her than I thought.
“Sheriff, taking a night off?” a deep voice says to my left.
Looking over my shoulder, I find Tavan Russell standing there, a dark glass in his hand, the scent of blood strong.
“Hey Doc, how are you?” I ask, returning the greeting.
“Doing well,” he answers. “Congratulations on your mating.”
“Thank you. We are still settling in. This has been a big adjustment for Regina, moving to such a small town and all,” I add on, not mentioning the threat from Jaygon looming over our heads.
Using his glass to indicate the spot where my girl and her friend are holding court, he smiles.
“Those two are going to be trouble together,” he says with a chuckle, making me cringe.
Rubbing the back of my neck, something that is becoming a bad habit, I nod. He doesn’t see it since he is watching the girls.
“Yeah, but Regina needed this,” I comment, mostly to myself, since Tavan isn’t paying attention.
“Oh, shit,” he hisses.
My head whips around searching the room for a threat, trying to figure out what Tavan is talking about. It takes a minute since the bar is crowded. My dragon is at attention when I spot the issue.
The Martin triplets have approached Regina and Emmalee. The tension in the bar immediately ratchets up. These girls are predators and are known around town for being unforgiving when it comes to other women encroaching on their territory. An eerie silence has fallen over the crowd.
“I’m Roree Martin,” the girl says. “These are my sisters Raelee and Rhodee.”
That is all Roree says, and all three women stand with their arms across their chests, staring Emmalee and Regina down. Surprisingly, Emmalee breaks the tension like a hot knife through butter.
“Thank God!” she exclaims, clapping her hands together to emphasize her words. “More women, this place was becoming a total sausage fest.”
Everyone in the bar holds their breath, waiting for the Martin girls to react. It takes a second before all five ladies start laughing. Gypsy hands the triplets beers, and all five girls move to the far corner to shoot some pool. A sharp slap to my back has my head whipping around.
“Breathe,” Tavan says, all too amused.
Chugging the rest of my beer, Gypsy has a fresh bottle and a shot of something sitting in front of me.
“I think you are going to need that, Sheriff,” she says, giving a nod toward the bar top.
I down the shot, pushing the empty glass across the bar along with my empty beer bottle.
It isn’t long before that stupid clipboard starts getting passed around again as shouts from the girls fill the air.
Luckily, the evening passed without incident. Once the girls all started playing pool, guys started to approach them, checking out Emmalee. The Martin triplets actually kept the mayhem to a minimum. Many patrons were disappointed that a fight never broke out. Thankfully, Regina kept space between any approaching male and herself. My dragon spent the night on alert but never tried to break free.
It’s late morning now, and Regina is still sleeping off last night. I should be out leading a search, but we decided to take a break.
There isn’t much to do around the house since Regina has been picking up my slack. Brady dropped off the boxes that Emmalee brought this morning. Not knowing what is in them or where Regina wants anything, I move them to one of the spare bedrooms. She can sort through them at her leisure.
Hearing Regina move about upstairs, I work on getting her some breakfast. With the day off, spending some time alone is at the top of my priority list.
A few minutes later, a disheveled-looking Regina enters the kitchen. Wearing one of my T-shirts, her hair pulled up in a messy knot on top of her head, and her eyes half closed, she makes her way to the table. Letting out a soft chuckle, I set a fresh cup of coffee in front of her and return to the stove to finish cooking.
It doesn’t take long for breakfast to be ready. After setting plates on the table, I sit, and we eat in companionable silence. As time passes, Regina looks more like herself.
“Did you have fun last night, baby?” I ask, keeping my voice just above a whisper in case she is hungover.
A soft smile graces Regina’s lips.
“I did,” she says, taking a sip of coffee. “Thank you.”
“Why are you thanking me?” I question, confused by her statement.
“You worked all day; no doubt you were tired. Yet, you stayed and made sure Em and I were safe.” Taking another sip of coffee, her words stop. When I think she is done speaking, she shocks me with her next statement. “While I love you, we still need to do our own thing so I don’t smother you in your sleep,” she says, making the last part sound questionable as to her being serious or joking.
“You love me?” I say, my breath stalling in my chest. Regina just dropped that statement as if she was talking about the weather, catching me off guard.
“Well, yeah,” she shrugs, “You are kinda stuck with me now. We just can’t lose who we are as individuals just because we are a couple,” she says that last part softly.
Before realizing it, my body is now in front of her. Pulling her out of her chair, I lay her on the table, brushing anything that is in my way aside. I ignore the items that clatter to the floor, something breaking. Leaning over Regina’s body, kissing her passionately, one of my claws extend, removing her panties from her body.
My fingers run through her folds, finding her wet for me. Teasing her clit with my thumb, two fingers slide easily into her channel. Planting kisses along her jawline and down her neck, my fingers continue to move in and out of her tight pussy.
Working kisses down the length of Regina’s body, I pull one of her puckered nipples into my mouth through the shirt, leaving a wet spot. Kneeling down, my thumbs spread her folds open. Looking at the pink flesh, my cock pulses, remembering what it feels like to have her wrapped around my length.
Moving closer, I swipe my tongue from the bottom to the top of her slit. Regina’s back bows off the table, writhing in pleasure. Taking her clit between my teeth, my fingers slide into her again, rubbing her outer wall.
“Chayce, yesssss,” she says with a moan, her head thrashing back and forth.
Her hand reaches up, grabbing a fist full of hair, pulling me closer to her center. My fingers move harder and faster as I suck her clit, bringing her closer to climax.
Using my free hand to release my cock, I rise to my feet. As Regina opens her mouth to protest the loss of my mouth, I slam my cock inside her. She screams at the sudden intrusion, but it quickly turns into a moan as I fuck her. Pulling her upper body to a sitting position, I take her mouth in a punishing kiss as my hips continue to move. Regina wraps her legs around my waist and she reaches her peak. She moans into my mouth as a sudden rush of wetness coats my cock.
Working Regina through her orgasm as her pussy squeezes my dick, my fingers dig into the globes of her ass. My pace is brutal and unrelenting. Breaking the kiss and trailing more kisses along her jawline, I bite her earlobe. My voice is laced with lust and comes out with a hint of a growl. My dragon is close to the surface and wants to reclaim her.
“I want you to come again,” I tell her. “I want to feel you milk my cock as we both come.”
Regina opens her mouth, but the only thing that comes out is a moan. My claws extend, slicing her shirt out of the way, tearing through the material like a hot knife through butter. She gasps as the cooler air hits her heated flesh.
Snaking my hand between our bodies, I use my thumb to rub her clit. My orgasm is rapidly approaching and I want her to come with me. Regina tosses her head back on her shoulder and my teeth elongate at the sight of her long, slender neck exposed to me. Piercing the skin of her neck, on the opposite side from my mate mark, I rub hard on her clit. Her orgasm hits and her pussy grips my dick like a vice, pulling me over the edge with her. My hips slow, working both of us through our climaxes. My tongue snakes out, lapping up the traces of blood from my bite. She shudders at the sensation.
We stay like that, wrapped in each other’s arms, as my hips still.
Disregarding the mess we made, I lift Regina off the table—maintaining our connection, I walk us upstairs and into the shower.