Chapter 10 #2
“Don’t play dumb with me. I saw you haul her ass in the other day, and you were staring into her bedroom like you’d found El Dorado.” She wheezed, waving a hand in front of her face. “You know how hard it is to get pheromones out of the drapes?”
That wasn’t the only thing that was hard.
Aggie chuckled, and it dribbled into another cough as she grabbed her cane and slowly stood. “I’m gonna go lie down. Don’t let her bully you into leaving before you’re ready to, and keep it down once you convince her to let you stay. I don’t need to be privy to a porno.”
He felt his face heat, not sure what to say as she toddled out.
But she was right, he wasn’t leaving. Not without Jena listening to him.
He’d thought about shit a lot since he’d talked with Felix, and it was time to lay all his cards on the table.
She needed to know why he’d done what he’d done all those years ago. Maybe then she’d forgive him and—
Jena stormed back into the room, her hair in a messy bun, wearing a baggy tee shirt—
And some asshole’s boxers.
Chase’s lip curled, and he was across the room, caging her against the refrigerator. “Who the fuck do those belong to?” he growled.
She looked at him wide-eyed. “What?”
“These,” he gritted out, fisting the fabric. “Whose are they?
“I—” She slapped his hand, and he growled again, his fist tightening. Jena glowered back at him. “You don’t get to ask me that, and don’t you have a wedding to plan?”
“The fuck I don’t, and I already told you, you’re my mate. I’m not marrying Crystal. Now whose are they?!”
“The papers say otherwise.” Her eyes narrowed, and a muscle in her jaw jumped. “And they’re my ex’s. He was a liar, too.”
“I’m not lying,” Chase’s voice rumbled dangerously low, fighting not to shift at the thought of another man touching her, their scent on her—“Take them off.”
“What?” She laughed. “No.”
“Take them off,” he growled, his wolf front and center, “before I take them off for you, then paddle your bare ass for disobeying.”
Her pupils blew out, and she squirmed, the scent of her arousal thick in his nose. “You wouldn’t.”
He leaned closer, inhaling. “I would, and I think you want me to,” he murmured in her ear. “In fact, I think you put those on just to piss me off. Did you want to punish me, baby? To make me jealous? It worked.”
She bit her lip and shook her head, her thighs squeezing together. “O-of course not. Why would I—” She swallowed raggedly. “You’re with Crystal—”
“Say her name again,” he growled, encircling Jena’s throat and gently pressing his thumb against her windpipe in warning. “I’d rather slit my own goddamned wrists than touch that toxic bitch.”
Jena wet her lips, her breath stuttered as she squirmed. “Oh please, everyone knows—”
“Everyone’s fucking wrong, and that’s on me, but playing along with that shit in the papers—goddamn it, Jena.
Everything I’ve ever done was to keep you safe.
If my pack had any idea that you’re my mate—what you mean to me—they would’ve put you down first and asked questions later.
I couldn’t—I can’t—let that happen, and I can’t let you go. Not again. You’re mine.”
“I—no.” She stubbornly raised her chin, her eyes unsure as her throat shifting against his palm. “I’m not.”
Chase chuckled. Christ she was adorable. “You keep defying me, and you’re the one who’s gonna get punished…or is that what you want?”
“I—No,” she protested weakly, her body screaming yes as it melted against his.
“What a little, lying brat.” He ran his nose along the shell of her ear, and she whimpered. “You want me to spank that ass, Jena? You need me to put you in your place?”
Her breath hitched, nipples pearling beneath her tee. She wet her lips. “I d-don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Chase chuckled, tipping up her chin. “Oh baby, we both know exactly what I’m talking about.
” His nose grazed hers, her stuttered breath sweet against his stubble.
“Admit it. You’re mine, and you’re dying to be my good girl.
Show me you want it as bad as I do.” He paused, his lips hovering above hers—
“God, I hate you.” she whispered, closing the distance between them, her lips on his, ravenous.
She might, but her body didn’t. Chase pulled her close. He deepened the kiss, groaning into her mouth as she ran her hands up his chest to fist his shirt. His thigh slid between hers, and she ground her heated core ground against him, her arousal thick in his nose.
“You gonna behave?” he murmured.
Her gaze drifted to his lips, and she gave the barest of nods.
Chase wet them. “Then take off those fucking boxers and bend over the counter.”
Jena hesitated for a breath, and then they pooled around her ankles. She stepped out of that fucker’s underpants and went to the kitchen island, glancing at him over her shoulder as she assumed the position. “Don’t make me regret this.”
“No. No regrets, baby,” he rumbled, stepping behind her and kicking her feet wider apart. “Mmm. I like it when you behave. Now raise your t-shirt and bend forward, cheek on the counter.”
She slowly complied, pressing the side of her face to the butcher block. Chase’s eyes hooded as he took in the round globes of her ass and white cotton panties. Jesus. He smoothed a hand over them and stepped close to her thigh so she could feel how hard she was making him.
“You get two. One for baiting me and another for lying.” He spread his fingers over the small of her back, keeping her still. Damn, she was fine. “You ready, baby?”
“I…” Her eyes squeezed shut. “Yes?”
“Yes, sir,” he corrected.
She tried to jerk up off the counter. “I’m not calling you—”
His other hand came down, and she yelped as it connected, his dick jumping with her gasp. He bit his lip at the ripple of her flesh and the pink handprint blooming over her skin, rubbing it to smooth away the sting. “What was that?”
“Yes, sir,” she meeped.
He dipped his hand to brush his knuckles over the sodden scrap of fabric between her legs. Her hips tipped up, pressing back for more. “You want me to touch you, Jena?”
“Y-yes…”
“Mmm.” He lightly traced a finger down her cloth-covered slit, his cock throbbing. “Good girl, getting so wet for me. You like being spanked?”
“M-maybe—”
His hand cracked down again, and she cried out, her eyes wide.
“Yes, I do! I do!”
“What about this?” He slipped a finger beneath the fabric, running it through her folds. She groaned. Jesus fuck, she was soaked. “You like that?”
“Yes.” She groaned, turning her forehead to the counter and rocking to ride his finger as he slipped it inside.
He closed his eyes and wet his lips, his breathing ragged. “Damn, Jena. I wanna taste you so bad. You gonna let me?”
She stilled. “I—”
Chase held his breath waiting for her to answer.
“This isn’t a dare, right?”
“No, baby.” He dropped to his knees and kissed the backs of her thighs, the crease below her ass…
“This is me wanting you to come apart on my tongue,” he murmured, sliding his hands up her legs and parting her cheeks, her panties bunching into her crack.
Damn, that was pretty. A thong. He needed to see her in a thong.
Chase breathed her in, the scent of her arousal making his cock throb. Goddamn—
“Oh God, yes, stop teasing me, and just do it.”
Wasn’t exactly a ringing endorsement, but—she made an impatient huff, and he grinned, spinning his hat around and buried his nose in the wet spot, inhaling.
She rose up on her tiptoes with a little strangled noise that made his wolf want to howl.
Christ, she smelled so damned sweet…he tore the side seam of her panties, and they fluttered to the floor.
“Hey!” She gasped, and he slapped her ass again.
“Quiet. I’ll buy you a new pair.” Something lacy. A rumble ran through his chest as he spread her cheeks again and took in her swollen lips. “Mmm. So fucking pretty.” He parted them with his thumbs. Her tight little hole dripped cream, and he leaned forward, lapping it up.
Jena bucked back against him. “Oh God, yes…”
Never mind God, this was fucking heaven. Her scent, the way she tasted…Chase groaned, his wolf howling with delight. He tongued her sweetness, sweeping around her clit and sucking, then going back for more. Adding one finger, then two…
She gripped the counter’s edge as he feasted, his scruff dripping with her arousal. “I-I’m gonna—”
“Not until you say you’re mine,” he growled, slapping her ass before fixing his hat and standing to take off his belt.
Jena whimpered, her legs shaking. “Please, Chase…”
“Say it, Jena.” He flicked her ass with the belt’s leather tip, and she gasped. His jeans fell to his ankles. He stepped out of them, toeing off his boots and stroked a hand over his aching length. “Say it, or I’m gonna come all over your ass and let you suffer.”
She glared over her shoulder at him. “You wouldn’t.”
He laughed. “You wanna find out? You’re mine. Say it.” Jena licked her lips and looked down at his dick as he pumped it. Fuck, he wanted to see her on her knees—“I’d suggest you hurry up.” He grunted, the visual putting him way too close to the edge.
“Take your hat off first. I hate that thing.”
His rhythm faltered. He didn’t…he never…fuck. His wolf whined. She was his mate. He grimaced, then he slowly reached up and flipped it onto the counter. Jena turned and stared at him. He made himself meet her gaze.
She reached up and swept his hair aside. “Your eyes are blue?”
He frowned, looking away. Yeah, blue. Not like a wolf, like a fucking Husky.
Puppy dog eyes.
Damn it. This was a bad idea. He reached for his hat, and she stepped between him and it, weaving her arms around his neck.
“Stop it,” she said, pulling him down to claim his lips. “Blue’s my favorite color.”