Page 52 of The Alpha's Mystery

NATALIE

“You’re tired. Rest some more.”

Chase takes the glass from me and pulls the thin sheet up over my body. After a couple of hours of sleep, I woke him up, hot and bothered, pawing at his crotch, demanding sex.

It wasn’t my finest hour, but he took it in his stride, taking me hard and fast on all fours and using his dominance to calm my crazed bear.

He went along with my orders, but with his fist wrapped firmly in my long hair and his hand wrapped around my throat. Chase left me and my bear in no doubt about who is in charge of my body for the next few days.

Heat eased and my temperature now almost back to normal, my bossy mate is forcing me to eat and take on some fluids. Mate. That sounds so strange, and, yet, so perfect.

Though he’s currently resisting my further attempts to seduce him, his interest is impossible to hide. The thin robe he’s borrowing, a delicate pink colour that sets off his tan, does little to disguise his practically permanent hard-on. He gulps down a bottle of water, ignoring my wandering hands, focused on re-hydrating.

I wriggle back until I’m propped up against the pillows. He watches me warily as he crams all of my stuff into my pack, getting ready to leave.

“We can keep those,” I murmur as he stares into the pink box at the collection of toys. He looks at me, and I smile as I let the strap from my nightdress slip off my shoulder and down my arm. The silk covering my breasts drops so it’s barely covering my nipples. Chase says nothing but grits his teeth and starts tossing the toys into my bag.

Deciding to take things to the next level, I crawl on my hands and knees to the edge of the bed, giving him a perfect view of my breasts down my top and my hips swaying.

“Stop it.” His tone is sharp, but he’s tortured, not angry. I grin as Chase reaches out and one finger trails along my jaw and down my neck. When he touches my mating mark, I moan, sliding my eyes shut in pleasure. I can’t believe this has happened. That this is real.

“Why is that mark the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen?” His fingers grip my chin, and he turns my face up toward him.

“It’s your possessive side. Every shifter will know I’m taken. They’ll know I belong to you.” Chase growls and steps closer, his hard length bobbing close to my face and I lick my lips in anticipation, even though he stays out of reach while he strokes and massages my mark. He’s loving this. The visual evidence of his claim appeals to the animal inside him.

“They’ll know you’re the only one who’ll get to touch me ever again.”

I slide my fingers down to my soaking core and rub my swollen clit.

“Fuck,” he mutters, as he grips his cock and I part my lips, he slides the head past them and over my waiting tongue. “You’re going to kill me.”

Laughing, I reach out and drag my nails over his hard ass, loving the feel of his hard muscles flexing as I pull him closer, taking more of him into my mouth. When I swirl my tongue around the tip, his body vibrates with satisfaction.

He rocks into me, gently, over and over, trying not to choke me as he loses control. his soft grunts making me shiver, goosebumps dance across my flesh. I let him feel my devotion through the bond as I worship him. Chase makes me feel protected, safe, special.

His pleasure drives my own, and I can feel how much he’s enjoying this. His hands stroke my hair as I lick and suck, determined to show him how much I adore him. Chase is like nobody else I’ve ever met. I’m so engrossed in what I’m doing, I don’t understand what’s going on when Chase is suddenly gone, his cock pulled from my mouth with a pop. When I gaze up at him, his expression is hard, features taut.

Is he worried about coming in my mouth? Or too soon? He doesn’t need to look so concerned; I want to taste him.

I open my lips to tell him that, but he spins away from me, his back facing the bed, just as the door crashes open. It smacks against the wall, the frame splintering from the impact. Head torches shine bright in the dimly lit room. Two figures dressed head to toe in black rush inside, weapons drawn, filling the small space, shouting at us to put our hands up, only to be met by Chase charging across the small space.

“Chase! No!” I shout, panic gripping me as I see my mate crashing into the intruders at full force, throwing them tumbling to the ground. Fiercely protective, he’s not thinking straight. What if he shifts? What if he gets shot? I have no idea if he has enhanced healing. There’s so much we still need to figure out.

I’m about to force the shift and tear these people apart, my bear slower than normal to react, when I realise the two men aren’t attacking. They’re shielding themselves from Chase’s blows, curled into themselves, but that’s it.

And they’re humans.

“Fuck,” someone grunts as I hear the dull thud of a fist hitting flesh. Bodies roll across the floor and someone crashes into the dressing table, sending the remaining contents of my pink box falling to the ground.

“Get off me, Chase. It’s us, it’s us!”

CHAPTER 39

CHASE

The realisation that it’s Tripp underneath me hits right before my fist makes contact with his nose.

I probably could have stopped it before it connected with his face but even though he’s not here to harm us, now I’m pissed off for a different reason. I don’t want anyone near Natalie while she’s in the tail end of her heat, and I definitely don’t want anyone seeing her semi-naked.

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