Page 73 of Reign

I lift my leg and curve it over his up, widening my pleasure center and forcing his own hand to brush against his bulging erection as well as become soaked in my juices.

Chase groans, angling our kiss until his tongue dances in my mouth, my jaw relaxing at the same time I’m coiling for a salacious orgasm.

“Just … just…” I pant, breaking off our kiss to better angle myself for his hand. I grip his wrist in much the same way he grabbed mine, but push his hand deeper, his fingers sinking into my folds, first one, then two, three, four….

My head falls back, the tips of my hair tangling in his other hand as he holds the small of my back.

He starts pumping, his thumb still managing to massage my clit as he pushes in roughly, retreating only half a second before diving deep again.

The movements are possessive, mirroring his current, concerning attitude, but my mind merely flits against the similarity, then flutters away, because he’s spreading me wide and pushing as much of his hand to the point that I feel stretched and full.

I have to use both hands now to hold his wrist as I ride him, the one leg I have around his torso digging into his back once I reach my climax and…

Oh.

Oh.

OH.

A hand shouldn’t be able to do this. His fingers can’t produce as much ecstasy as his dick, but here I am, holding onto his arm like a rodeo cowgirl and flying into the air like he’s just bucked me.

Spent, I flop into his arms. Chase catches me effortlessly, and instead of wiping my juices on his slacks or doing anything to clean us up, he shifts me against his chest then carries me to bed.

I expect to be laid down, and he does just that, but then he starts pushing my tight mini-dress up my hips, then to my stomach—out of the way.

“You better still have energy for my cock,” he says, his gaze meeting mine briefly before he goes back to taking his fill of my half naked body. “Because I’m two seconds away from creaming my pants and I’d rather be fucking you while I come.”

“Yes,” I say, still panting. I glance down, realizing one breast has escaped the deep V of my dress, but I don’t bother fixing myself.

I like looking messy.

I love looking roughed up from sex because of him.

The whys can be sorted out later. Right now, all I want is his naked body and big, thick dick. I’m swollen for him, aching for his fill, and I hope that’s all in my eyes when I look at him and bite down on my lip.

“Ah, fuck me,” he whispers, then tears off his shirt and pants.

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Chase

“What did you lose?” Callie murmurs beside me.

“Hmm?” I let my head fall to the side, catching her in a midnight glow, the moon passing pale white beams across her skin from her window.

I buried myself inside her, losing myself and giving into her heat, her skin, her, but the afterglow is wearing thin, and I’m starting to realize I revealed too much when I confronted her.

Tempest’s touch upon her body blinded me to the consequences, his nearness and ownership of her, in front of both societies, instantly became too much. I lost control, refusing to believe that on top of having my sister taken away, I have to lose her, too…

I’ve ended up in Callie’s dorm without quite knowing how I got here. The red was too blinding, the possession too complete, for me to realize that I could be hurting Callie more than I was saving her by being here and branding her.

Because that’s what I did, didn’t I? I bit into her skin just as easily as Tempest’s blade, marking her as he did, but not stopping there. No, I had to fuck her, show my weakness, explain that she was mine and mine alone, and in doing so…

I offered her my hurt.

Goddammit, I can’t hurt. Emma’s heritage isn’t my concern, the Nobles’ future is. Emma’s adoption, Callie’s bloodline—they can’t take up my thoughts like this and pulverize my brain when I have to put all focus on my father and his operations. I have to inherit the Nobles.

“Who was it?” she repeats, her voice a note above a whisper.

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