Chapter 10 #3
Jesus, this woman…Chase groaned into her mouth as he picked her up and set her on the counter.
Her legs wrapped around his waist, her fingers curling around his dick.
He went stone hard at her touch. Damnit, he wasn’t gonna last. She guided him to her entrance, and he gritted his teeth, stopping at the brink, his wide crown pulsing against her folds.
“Not until you say it.” He panted, eyes darting to meet hers again. “Tell me you’re mine.”
Her emerald gaze trapped his. “I’m yours—”
His hips thrust forward, her eyes widening as he speared into her, velvet heat choking his length. He groaned and she cried out, her nails digging into his shoulders, his wolf howling in triumph—
“—for now,” she gasped.
Wait, what? “It doesn’t work like that,” he growled, stilling against her.
She ran her fingers through his hair, and kissed up under his jaw. “Shut up and fuck me, Chase.”
“Oh, I’m gonna fuck you,” he growled. “Here, on the couch, in your bed, and when you wake up in the morning, it’s gonna be with my dick knotted inside you.
” He fisted her hair and pulled her head back as he pistoned between her thighs.
“You’re mine, Jena, and this is me claiming you.
There is no now or later, it’s forever.”
“I-I thought you had to bite me for that,” she panted, the cabinet below her banging as his kneecaps hit it.
“We got time.” He grinned, and his canines elongated.
She went pale. “You’re not biting me.”
“Yeah, I am. Now shut up and take my dick.”
“I hate you.” Her rocking hips meeting his said otherwise, but who was he to judge? Women were confusing. Especially this woman.
“You lying to me again, baby?”
Jena gasped with his thrust. “No!”
“Good, hate me harder. It’s hot as fuck.”
She scowled, and he put those pouty lips of hers to better use, devouring her cries as he pounded into her. Goddamn, she felt so fucking good…
She broke away from him, panting. “Take off your shirt.”
He ripped it over his head and then did the same to hers and the ratty sports bra she was wearing. Lace. He wanted to see her in lace. Black—no. Dark green, like her eyes. “How big are your tits?”
“What?”
“I wanna buy you something.” He grabbed double handfuls, pressing her back so he could inhale between the mounds. “Fuck. I wanna buy you everything.” He scooped her up off the counter and started down the hall.
He kicked the door to her room open and threw her onto the bed. Her vanity mirror faced it. Nice, he hadn’t seen that from the doorway. She squealed as he pulled her to the edge of the mattress, positioning himself between her sticky thighs.
“You’re gonna watch me eat this pussy, and you will come for me. I want you nice and wet for my knot.”
“What are you—oh!” He buried his face against her mound. “Chase, I’m not on—oh God…” Her back arched, his fingers scissoring and curling against her slick walls. He sucked her clit into his mouth and flicked it with his tongue, working her hard.
Shit must’ve been the magic combo, because when she came apart, and it was so fucking beautiful, his chest ached.
“Mmm. That’s my girl.” He kissed her inner thigh, slowly bringing her back to earth. He got on the bed and settled her beside him, lightly running his fingers over her soft, soft skin.
“I’m not your girl,” she murmured, then threw her hands over her face. “You’re getting married, and I’m the other woman.”
He slapped her pussy, and she cried out. “What did I tell you?”
“It was in the paper!”
“I don’t care. It’s a lie, Jena. The only woman I’m marrying is you.” She opened her mouth like she was going to protest, and he kissed her until she softened against him again. His thumb slowly circled her clit, and she flinched, so damned sensitive. He batted her hands away. “Spread your legs.”
“Chase, I can’t—”
He kissed her. “Shhh…you can for me.”
She reached up and hooked a lock of hair behind his ear, her brow furrowed. “Please don’t do this to me. It’s—this is just sex. Don’t make me like you again. I can’t—I’m not your mate—”
“Being with you is never going to be just anything. It’s everything.
You’re everything, You are my mate, and I’m gonna prove it to you.
” He kissed her again softly, then with more passion, hands roaming over her sinful curves.
He rolled her nipple between his fingers, pebbling it, then bent to take it in his mouth.
She moaned, hooking her ankles behind his thighs as he covered her, sliding back into her body.
Christ, she felt so good, so tight, so hot and wet.
And all his.
“You feel me, Jena? How we fit? That’s where I belong.
So damned deep inside you…” She whimpered as he bottomed out with a groan.
Chase kissed her softly, his forearms framing her head, working his hips deep and slow against hers.
“Shh…That’s it, baby. Take my dick, what’s yours.
Good girl. Now touch yourself,” he murmured, kissing along her jaw. “I wanna feel you come on my cock.”
Her hand slipped between them. She rubbed herself in small circles, her breath speeding with his as he rocked in and out of her wetness. Tiny tremors caressed his dick, building, echoing the growing tingle at the base of his spine. He teased her lips with his. “That’s it…come with me…”
“C-Chase!” Her inner walls clamped down, and he groaned, thrusting against them and giving into the sensation. He reared up, bottoming out inside her, the base of his cock expanding as he came, long ropes of desire spurting, light bursting across his vision—
Her legs tightened around his hips, nails digging into his triceps, her cunt milking every drop as she came again, and then a third time. “Oh God, oh God…”
He fell onto his forearms, panting, and kissed her, stupidly content. He’d heard knotting your mate gave her multiple orgasms, but hadn’t been sure it was true.
“Mine,” he said with a dumb smile, still fighting to catch his breath and grinning. Damn. He was so fucking happy he could please her like that.
“Maybe.” She glowered at him—kind of.
“You are,” he said, his knot slowly abating. “And I’m not done proving it to you.”