Chapter 5 #3
Right. It’d been an accident. She hadn’t meant—her arousal teased his nose again, and his gaze rose to the darker shadow between her parted thighs.
Her scent was driving his wolf insane. He bit back another moan, his cock throbbing at the thought of her being wet for him.
What he wouldn’t give to taste her right now…
“C-Chase?”
“Yeah, baby?” he rumbled.
“I think I should go home now.”
His hands faltered, and he gave a reluctant nod, his wolf about dying as he reached for the bandage. He wrapped her ankle, then shoved her boot and sock into her pack and handed it to her. “I’m gonna pull the truck up, and I’ll be right back to get you. Stay there, okay?”
She nodded, not looking at him.
The ride into town was loaded with silence. Jena stared out the window, thumb rubbing the strap of her pack. Chase chewed the inside of his lip, one hand on the wheel and the other squeezing the brim of his hat. Had he fucked up?
Christ, he didn’t have time to fuck up. Five days. That’s all he had before some major shit hit the fan, and she needed to know what was going on, how he felt…but if he told her now and rushed it…
Damn it. He couldn’t lose her again.
“You can let me out here,” she said, a full block from her shop.
“No.”
She sighed. “Look, Chase. I appreciate you taking me home, but I don’t want any more trouble than I already have. If someone sees you dropping me off—”
“You’re hurt, and they can go fuck themselves,” he growled as he pulled up to the front and killed the engine.
Goddamn it, some asshole had spray painted a slur across the sidewalk in front of it.
His temper flared as he unbuckled his seatbelt and stormed out of the truck.
Fuck this town, and fuck his father. Jena was his, and his wolf—he—didn’t give a flying fuck who knew it.
He went over to the passenger side and threw her over his shoulder as she tried to get out herself.
“Put me down, you prick!” Her fists pummeled his back.
He slapped her ass, and she howled, reaching back to cover her rear. “You want another? Keep it up.” He grabbed her backpack and slammed the door shut, then stomped into her store and up the back steps that he assumed led to her apartment.
“You’re such an asshole! Ugh! Why are you doing this?!”
Fuck. He swung open the door at the top of the landing and strode into a long sitting room cramped with furniture. He couldn’t hold off anymore; he had to tell her, whether she was ready for it or not. Sweat slicked down the back of his shirt, his stomach a damned mess.
He dropped her bag and swung her onto a low couch, tenting his body over hers as she bounced against the cushions. “Why? Because you’re my mate, and the sooner you accept that, the sooner we can figure out everything else.”
She went pale, her pupils dilating. “No…”
“Yes,” he growled. “Damn it, Jena, you feel it too, I know you do. That night at the party—I should’ve told you then. I should’ve—I should’ve done a lot of things differently, and I swear to Christ I will from here on out. You’re mine, and I’m yours. Only yours.”
Her brows furrowed, unsure, then she scowled, her eyes narrowing—Fuck that. He was done waiting.
Chase buried a hand in the hair at the nape of her neck, and kissed her. Softly. Sweetly. Shyly questing with his tongue as she gasped, then fisted his shirt, pulling him closer. Her leg wrapped around his thigh, and he groaned at her opening herself up to him.
Her lips were so fucking sweet…her skin…
he nipped at her jaw and nosed behind her ear.
She gave a low moan and shivered, her hands roaming towards his waistband.
His cock went rock hard. Fuck, if she touched him, he was gonna lose it.
His fangs lengthened, his wolf desperate to mark her as his, to claim her—No. Not yet…
He kissed her again, sweeping his tongue through her mouth and nibbling on her lip before going back for more, then propping up on an elbow and running a hand up her side to graze her breast. His throat bobbed, holding his breath as he swept a thumb over its peak, her nipple already pearled.
She gave a low cry, and he cupped her softness, lightly pinching.
Jena arched into his touch, and he swallowed her moan, tugging gently. Fuck, he wanted it in his mouth. He kissed down her throat and suckled her through her tee. Fucking sports bra needed to go. She curled her fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck, panting. Christ, that got him hot.
“That’s it, baby,” he murmured, kissing up her throat and rocking his hips against hers. She whimpered. Goddamn, he wanted her. “See? You feel it, too. I know you do. You’re mine.”
He lowered his lips to hers, and she bit him.
Her gaze narrowed. “I’m not.”
Chase grinned at her, flicking his tongue over her bite. “You are, and I’m gonna prove it to you.” He kissed her again, then pushed up to stand. Damn, she looked good all disheveled. He couldn’t wait to get her absolutely filthy with his scent. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Confusion wrinkled her brow as she sat up. “Tomorrow? What’s tomorrow?”
Chase palmed the brim of his hat and laughed, skipping down the steps.