Chapter 26 Casey #2
I shake my head. “But what about them?” I fling my hands out to the others.
In the direction Hazard and Angel ran off in, looking so broken and torn, to Khaos so exhausted, to Wrath, who is still heaving with anger.
“Not one of you can decide for all of you. It’s all or none.
Now, I’m going inside to get ready to meet Brett… Brenton…no, Brian.”
I sit at the dinner table and smile at my date. He’s nice. If you ignore the fact that he stinks of another woman.
He’s got a whole sob story, too. His ex has done a number on him; she’s crazy. He’s going to be divorced soon, but it’s been two years of drawn-out hell. She’s ruining his life. He, too, likes to live alone, and he’s just looking for a new start. Everything I think I’m supposed to want to hear.
He works long hours, but he assures me that if he wants to make time, he will make time.
It’s just…I’m surprised you can’t see her pussy juices shining on his face, he stinks so much. Did he even wash or come straight here?
“Do you want to go for a drive?”
Did I want to go for a drive with him? Not particularly.
I want to go home to my wolves. Time is crawling, but I think I’ve been here long enough.
I pull out my phone and scroll through social media until I find his name.
I click twice, follow the links, and find his beautiful fiancée. All in under five minutes.
“Does she know you’re here? She’s really beautiful. And a teacher.”
He looks down at my phone, and his face pales. He swallows hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing while his hands clench on the table.
I stand up and walk out of the restaurant.
He grabs my arm and swings me around to face him. “Don’t fucking say anything?”
I sneer at him and pull my arm free. “You suck at this whole cheating thing, so maybe if you’re this bad at it, you should consider not doing it.”
“It will kill her to find out.”
“No, it won’t. It will just be awful for a while until she finds someone with a goddamn shred of respect for her and themselves.”
He lifts his hand, but he’s ripped back away from me faster than I can blink.
Khaos glances over his shoulder, his burning eyes finding me. “You okay?”
“I’m fine.”
He leans forward and growls. The sound terrifies the idiot he has pinned to the wall, but it does horrible, awful, amazing things to me.
That sound makes me want to roll naked in the grass and do whatever I can to make it happen again.
I miss the next part because I’m stuck in the fantasies and rubbing my thighs together. But Khaos returns to my side and takes my elbow gently.
“Ready to go home?”
“Uh-huh.”
He stops, and I turn to face him. “Stop…doing that.”
“Doing what?” I murmur quietly.
“Purring.”
His words cut the sound off as I realise what I’m doing. Shit.
We climb into my truck and drive out of the town, but, halfway, Khaos slams on the brakes.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah. I’m just tired, I guess. People are exhaustingly awful lately.”
Khaos gets out of the truck and walks around it to stand in front. I stare at his back, and then I climb out and go to stand beside him.
“I’m not sure what’s going on here,” I say at last.
Khaos clenches his hands. He whirls really quickly and backs me up to the truck. He reaches up and pulls a strand of my hair. My stomach flips wildly.
I reach out and touch his stomach, soft, hesitant. When he doesn’t stop me, I let my fingers trace over the muscles I can feel through the shirt. I reach a button and flick a look up at him.
His eyes are intense and very dark. I flick the button open and then another before slipping my hands under to feel the satin warmth of his skin.
His tiny little growl urges me on. I drag my hand down and flick the button of his jeans open.
Finally acknowledging the huge length of his erection pressing against the material.
My mouth waters, and I briefly wonder what he tastes like.
“Khaos,” I moan his name, a plea for permission.
He grips my hair and yanks it back. “I’m not going to be gentle.”
“If I wanted gentle, I’d ask for it.”
His mouth slams against mine, completely controlling our kiss. The power of him surges over me, buffeting me one way and another. I cling to him before tearing away, gasping for air. I hike my dress up, and he lifts me and drops my ass on the truck.
“Is this what you want?” There’s something cold and cruel in his expression that tries to temper my arousal, but one touch of his thighs on my inner thighs melts the care away. He can hate me all he wants. Hate me as long as he fucks me.
“If you want it, take it.”
I stare at him, my sex-drenched mind slowly making sense of what he’s saying. With clarity comes mortification. I shove at his chest and slip off the truck. He grabs my hand, but I whirl, my hand cracking against his face.
“Stop doing that,” he thunders.
I snarl and edge away from him. “I already told you, I’m not going to make,” I thrust the bracelet in his face, “you do anything. If you don’t want to fuck me, Khaos, just say no. It works. Try it.”
We stare at each other.
“But that’s the problem, isn’t it? You don’t want to say no.
You want to say yes; you just want me to take away your choice so you don’t have to give in to your damn pride.
” I march up to him and glare. “I’m not going to make this easy on you, Alpha.
If you want me, swallow your damn pride and meet me halfway or tuck your tail and cower. I don’t care.”
I turn away from him, but, with a shove, I’m pushed against the side of the truck.
“Damn you.”
“Damn you!” I growl back, fighting against him. “Damn you for being like them!” I shriek. I get an arm under my chest and shove; we both tumble backwards, and I land hard on him. He snarls and grabs for me, but I scramble away. I’m almost free when he grabs my ankle and yanks me back.
I hit the ground hard and roll just in time to see him land on top of me. My hands are yanked and pinned to the ground above my head, he thrusts his knee between my legs, parting them.
“I’m not like them,” he growls. “I’m a whole new beast, and I don’t need an excuse to fuck you, I need a reason not to,” he snarls.
He reaches between us and pulls my dress up slowly. “Tell me to stop.”
“Fuck you.”
His hands grip the gusset of my underwear and tear it off me.
“I am going to fuck you right here in the dirt,” he snarls, “but tell me to stop, and it stops.”
I roll my hips, pushing his hand into the hardness I know is in his pants.
He snarls. “Playing with fire, Casey. If you were smart, you’d tell me no. You’d run far, far away.”
“Yeah, well, my father always said I was a dumb bitch,” I sneer at him. “So, Khaos, fuck you or fuck me. Make a choice and stop pussyfooting around.”
He growls, and his teeth go to my throat, holding me there. My head falls back, and my body feels soft and supple.
“Bitch,” he whispers against the skin.
“Earned that badge, and I wear it proudly.”
His tongue flicks out, tasting my skin, and goosebumps break out all over me.
“I want to be free. You will give us that freedom.”
He thrusts my thighs wide and pushes into me. My head falls back, and I open my mouth in a silent scream. He’s so freaking big.
“Is this what you want?” he growls.
My eyes snap to his, and I wrap an arm around his neck. “Yes.”
I roll my hips, meeting his rhythm, clawing at his back, panting, moaning.
But neither of us speak. Everything we need to say is in our eyes.
Anger, distrust, the battle we are fighting and the pull, the attraction we feel.
It’s all there in the way our pelvis’ slam together, in the way his cock hits deep inside me.
His hand squeezes my wrists, and he grabs my thigh with the other, changing the angle, hitting a spot inside me that turns that tide of dark pleasure into a wave of white water. I scream as it crests over me, clenching on his cock, milking it.
He growls and savagely thrusts into me over and over until, with a vicious hiss and glowing eyes that make him look completely feral, he pours his release into me. Hot jets of cum bathe my insides, and I hold him there, locking him there.
He didn’t give me his knot, but I want this moment to last as long as I can.
A few precious minutes of us in another world and then we come back, he pulls out of me, turns around, and straightens his clothes.
I stand up, wincing at the feel of our combined juices sliding down my thigh. Khaos turns to me, and his nostrils flare, but, other than that, he looks completely calm.
I get into the truck, and so does he. Our silence is awkward, bordering on hostile.
I glance sideways at Khaos.
“Call it a slip or-”
“If you say mistake, I will shift right now and leave you missing a semi-vital part of your anatomy,” I threaten.
“I wasn’t going to say that,” he barks out. “Let’s just say it happened. It’s not going to happen again.”
“Why?” I tease. “Afraid you might fall for me?”
He glances sideways at me, his jaw grinding. “Shut up or I’ll let Hazard pick your next date,” he teases.
I burst out laughing, and the tension eases between us, not completely gone, but enough that we can ignore what’s coming, for now.