Chapter 20
CHAPTER 20
E mery
No, seeing Chance completely nude is not something I don’t think I’ll ever get used to. Men aren’t supposed to look like this. As if handcrafted from the highest quality bronze.
Energy sizzles and crackles throughout my body. The same energy I’ve fought for years to suppress. The wild existence deep within my bones that good girls aren’t supposed to possess.
It’s there, thrashing around in the pit of my stomach. All while I watch Chance stare down at me like a wolf who’s finally ensnared his prey.
The recriminations my parents all but beat into my head on how well-behaved women aren’t supposed to show too much emotion, not appear too wanton, or ask for too much, creep into my mind.
They force me to turn around. To face the writings on the cave wall. I can’t continue to look at Chance. He’s a wolf shifter. It’s not strange for him to be naked after a shift.
“So, uh, I was looking at this picture and I wondered…” I say as I point to a scene on the wall of a group of women sitting in a circle while small children in their lap as they braid their hair.
The question I’d been about to ask falls dead on my tongue when Chance’s fingers wrap around my chin, turning me to face him again.
“I need to see your mouth to know what you’re saying,” he says. His voice is low, and heavy with want.
But, undeniably, there’s a hint of shame in his as well. It reminds me of the shame I’ve seen off and on, in his eyes over the past few weeks.
I need to see your mouth to know what you’re saying…
Then I remember.
That awful woman back in the stationery shop. She mentioned her alpha forbidding her from mating a broken wolf.
He needs to see my lips moving to know what I’m saying because he can’t hear.
“Yes.” Chance nods, making me realize I’d said my last thought out loud.
His massive hands cup the sides of my face.
“Is that why you ran away? Because you found out what I really am?”
The question stuns me into complete silence for a beat. He can’t be asking what I think he is. There’s no way he could possibly believe I think less of him because he can’t hear.
“No.” I shake my head adamantly.
I plant my hands against his chest. I feel his heart rate quicken beneath my touch.
Is that the effect I have on him?
I shake that loose thought. I need to make him understand that my running had nothing to do with finding out that he’s deaf.
“Not at all,” I say as I look him in the eyes. “Th-that woman in the shop. She was so mean once she found out that you and I were…”
I trail off because I don’t know how to finish that sentence.
“I attacked her,” I confess. “I pushed her to the ground and I would’ve done more. If she had kept talking about you like that, I would’ve ripped her hair out and then stuffed it down her throat.”
My body heats all over from anger. Just the reminder of her snide remarks and the way she looked me up and down as if she were better than me.
No, in all seriousness, it wasn’t that she believed she was superior to me. It was the fact that she knew Chance in a way that I didn’t that truly pissed me off.
“I acted on my worst instincts in that shop,” I tell him. “But I know I would do it all over again if given the opportunity. She doesn’t deserve to be anywhere near you.”
I lean into him and press a kiss to the center of his chest before peering at him so our eyes meet again.
“I hate her for even thinking something so idiotic about you and I still want to claw her eyes out for it. No one talks about you like that in front of me,” I tell him.
Then I surprise myself when I lift onto my tiptoes and press a kiss just beneath his earlobe.
“You’re perfect,” I whisper with my lips pressed against his skin. The words he’s told me more than once, I give back to him.
Even though I know Chance couldn’t have heard what I said, a full-body shiver courses through him as if he did hear. And as if my words had as massive an impact over him as he has over me.
A rush of air escapes me when I find my back pushed against the wall of the cave.
Chance’s lips are on me before I have time to catch my breath. His body presses me against the wall while his kiss steals the air from my lungs again. Without thinking, my fingers press into his chest, my nails digging into the skin on his chest. Not in an attempt to get away.
Quite the opposite.
I need to be closer to him. I want to feel his skin against my bare skin. The desire burns so deeply inside of my core that I feel as if I’ll go up into flames if I don’t have him.
Chance must feel the same because the way he strips me out of my shirt, bra and pants in record time is nothing short of feral.
He strips me down like he’s waited centuries for this moment.
Chance surprises me again when he lifts me, forcing my legs around his waist and carries me to a large boulder at the center of the cave. All while maintaining the kiss.
The softness of his lips is a total contrast to the rest of his rock hard body. Yet, their insistence is just as fervent as his thickness that stabs against my belly as he places me down.
“No,” I call out when he moves away once he’s placed me on the boulder.
“Shshsh,” he insists, capturing both of my wrists in one of his hands. He forces my arms above my head as he leans over me. “Don’t move while I taste what belongs to me.”
His words cause another eruption of moisture to spring from my most intimate place.
But that’s nothing to what happens when Chance rips the cotton panties I’m wearing to shreds, completely exposing my core to him. He doesn’t hesitate as he wraps his arms underneath my knees and spreads my legs wide.
Just like that first night in his bed, he eats me out like my pussy is his most savored treat.
“Chance, that feels so good,” I pant, the words feeling as if they’re being ripped from my throat. I want him to know that what he’s doing is bringing me pleasure.
I start to say it again but then stop myself, remembering.
He can’t hear me.
But then he uses his tongue to ring my clit and I yell out in pleasure, my back arching against the boulder. Despite the hardness of this makeshift bed, there’s no pain or discomfort anywhere.
All there is, is Chance between my legs, bringing me bliss that I’ve never known with any other man.
A deep sensation of pleasure starts deep in my core, quickly making its way up my spine. I can’t hold in my scream as the orgasm takes over my entire body.
My toes curl and I dig my heels into Chance’s back, just realizing he’s thrown my legs over his shoulders for better access.
Having this man on his knees, in front of me, working so hard to bring me pleasure has me drunk with power and the all-consuming possessiveness that overtook me back in that stationery store.
The back of my mind tells me that I’m behaving too wanton, too wild, too much like an animal in heat.
Aren’t I one though?
That thought isn’t given time to settle when Chance moves up from between my legs. He drops my legs to his waist at the same time he lines himself up against my entrance.
A moan falls from my lips.
Chance places a hand against my throat. His thumb traces the front of my neck.
“I want to know when you moan for me,” he says, peering down at me.
It takes me a while to process his meaning due to the ringing in my head from my orgasm, coupled with the way he holds me mesmerized because his eyes are glowing again.
His hand tightens possessively around my throat.
Then I remember his previous comment. This move, his hand around my throat, isn’t only an act of possession. It’s also his way of ‘hearing’ me. It must allow him to feel the sensations my throat makes whenever I moan or speak.
I cover his hand with mine, silently letting him know I understand.
With our eyes locked, he starts to penetrate my core. My breathing hitches and then picks up with every inch he slides into me.
Chance isn’t a small man, in any sense of the word. His entrance hurts at first. But I’m so wet from my orgasm that the pain quickly dissolves into something else. Something that I don’t have words for.
My vision blurs as my eyes cross and I drop my head against the boulder.
“Please,” I pant.
I don’t know what I’m begging for. But the word continues to fall from my lips.
Chance finally pushes himself all of the way inside of me and I’ve never felt so full before. Not in an uncomfortable way.
In fact, despite his girth and size, any discomfort has fizzled away. All that’s left is an incredible want that stirs in the core of my stomach.
“Please,” I beg again.
I don’t know if that’s what Chance had been waiting for, but as soon as the word falls from my lips, he tightens his hand around my throat, yet again. He begins moving his hips, pulling himself out of me.
Then he thrusts back inside of me, in a way that should hurt like hell.
It doesn’t.
I beg him for more as I raise my head so that I’m meeting his glowing eyes. I want him to see my lips when I say, “More.”
He dips his head and steals a kiss that I willingly give into.
Chance’s movements never falter as he thrusts in and out of me. He keeps a rapid pace stoking the flames of the heat that’s always present in my belly whenever he’s nearby. I cry out in pleasure, breaking the kiss.
With my arms wrapped around his massive back, my fingernails dig into his skin. I’m too far gone to wonder if I’m hurting him. And if I am, Chance doesn’t even notice. Not with the way he’s destroying every last one of my inclinations to ‘behave like a lady’ with the way he’s taking me.
“Mine!” He suddenly growls out before burying his head into the crook of my neck.
A pleasure that I never believed possible courses through every cell of my body.
My mouth opens and closes but no words come out. Whatever I’m feeling is far beyond words. Beyond my capacity to place something so limiting as words on it.
Within seconds a scream rips from my body. The full-body orgasm scorches me from the inside out.
And I’m not the only one coming.
Instinctively, my arms tighten around Chance’s body as he tenses from his orgasm. He holds me impossibly close, as if he fears that I’ll disappear from his presence.
He pours himself into me, his orgasm having as deep of a hold over him as mine has over me.
Our bodies entangled, sweaty and writhing together feels like the most ancient and natural thing in the world.
Thoughts, words, and even any action aside from being in his arms is unfathomable at this moment.
We come together, our bodies doing what feels natural in one another’s arms. With Chance, like this, there is no shame, no guilt or second thoughts on how I’m supposed to behave. There’s no desire or cause for me to suppress what feels natural for me.
For a brief second, I wish I could always be this way. Free to feel and behave in a manner that feels right. Free from outside opinions or fear their perceptions of me, or what they’ll think of my family.
“So, fucking perfect.”
Chance’s words cause my eyes to meet his again. They’re still glowing as he stares right at me. One of his hands strokes my cheek in a soothing manner. He’s still inside of me, his cock pulsing as if gearing up for another round.
For a moment, I expect to feel ashamed or somehow embarrassed by the way I allowed him to take me. Right here outside where anyone could walk past.
I mean, we’re in a cave, but still. Who knows who could be out here, hiking or even hunting.
But none of that comes to mind.
Only one thought comes to mind over and over again.
More.