Page 41 of Alpha Chase

“And you’re a stubborn bitch,” he fires back, without missing a beat. “Doesn’t mean you don’t want it.”

I squirm in his grasp, shoving at his chest. “Fuck you.”

A cruel smirk spreads across Chase’s lips, a dimple sinking into each cheek. “Only if you ask nicely.”

“Ugh!” He finally releases his hold around my waist and I push off his chest, turning away, but I only manage to take a single step before he snatches my wrist and spins me back into him, our bodies colliding. I snap my head up to look into his eyes, our chests rising and falling rapidly in tandem, that stupid ass smirk still lingering on his lips.

“I hate you,” I hiss.

He reaches up to brush my hair out of my eyes, running a finger down my cheek to trace my jawline. “The feeling’s mutual, babe.”

The energy crackling between us is palpable, and I can only blame what happens next on temporary insanity, because suddenly I’m pushing up on my toes, slamming my lips against his.

I don’t know why I do it. He doesn’t reciprocate. But right when I’m about to pull back and run away to drown in my own shame, his hand slides to the nape of my neck, holding my head in place, his lips moving against mine. I can taste the blood on his skin, the metallic tinge sending a wild storm of need crashing through me as his tongue sweeps against the seam of my lips, demanding entry. As soon as I open to him and our tongues meet, I’m a damn goner.

For someone who doesn’t make a habit of kissing, he’s fucking great at it. His mouth is hot and wet, our tongues tangling, fighting for dominance as we devour one another and finally give in to all that pent-up, chaoticwant. My hands are in his hair, his shove their way up under my shirt, covering my breasts and squeezing so hard that my mouth leaves his as my head falls back on a gasp.

“These fucking tits,” Chase murmurs as he kisses down my jawline, lips sucking against my neck. Hard.That’s going to leave a mark.“Need to see them,” he growls, teeth nipping at the tender skin of my throat.

Cool air washes over my belly as he yanks my shirt up, taking my bra with it. I lift my arms, allowing him to toss them both aside, and before they even land on the ground beside me his eyes are zeroed in on my chest, pupils blown.

“Holyfuck,” he breathes, his large, rough hands cupping my bare breasts, thumbs flicking over my hardening nipples. “So fucking beautiful.” His voice is pained as his hands dip to my waist, grabbing on and lifting me, spinning me, and setting me down on the edge of the sink. He wets his lips with his tongue in this slow, sexy way that makes me feel like I could burst into flames at any moment, then dives forward, sucking one of my nipples into his mouth.

“Oh god!” I moan, tossing my head back and burying my hands in Chase’s hair, grabbing on and tugging. He grunts, teeth sinking into my nipple in response as a shockwave ripples from the point of contact straight to my core.

He pulls back, staring at my breasts as he grabs one in each hand, testing their weight. “These are so fucking perfect,” he mumbles, darting in to pay my other nipple equal attention with his mouth, licking and sucking as torrents of sparks ricochet through my body. My legs wrap around his waist, drawing him in closer as my hands fist the fabric of his hoodie.

“Off,” I demand, frantically tugging his shirt while he continues his assault on my chest.

In the blink of an eye, Chase is ripping his sweatshirt off over his head, tossing it to the floor, and then his hand wraps around my throat and pulls me close for another searing kiss that’s a mess of lips and tongues and teeth. My boobs smash against his bare chest, the warmth of his skin sending tingles of electricity skittering through my veins.

His hand slides from my throat, then both hands dip down to grab my ass in a tight squeeze while his lips return to my neck, sucking marks into my skin. I can’t breathe, can’t think- not with the sensations that are currently running through me, my heart hammering uncontrollably against my ribs. My thoughts are incoherent, taking a back seat to the overwhelmingwantandneedwhen I feel the hard bulge in his jeans pressing against my inner thigh.

Chase’s skin is searing hot underneath my palms as they trail down to his waist, cruising across the V shape of the hard muscles of his Adonis belt, fingers scrabbling for the button of his jeans. His teeth scrape my collarbone as he pulls back, lifting me from the edge of the sink and setting me down so he can shove my pants down my hips. I kick them off my legs as he’s shucking his jeans and boxers in one smooth motion, his hard cock springing free.

Chase is a big guy, and let’s just say that his dick is proportional to his intimidating size. My mouth waters and I reach for it, wrapping my hand around his girth as a shudder wracks his body.

“Fuck,” he groans, scooping me up by the ass and positioning me on the edge of the sink again. My hand slips from his cock and he grabs ahold of it instead, rubbing the velvety head up and down along the wetness of my slit. “You sure you hate me?” he growls, an evil glint in his eyes as they meet mine. “You’re fucking dripping for it.”

“Shut up and fuck me,” I snap. My arms wrap around his neck, my thighs around his hips as I grind forward, the head of his cock pushing into my entrance.

A scream erupts from my throat as Chase slams into me, a searing torrent of pain and pleasure and fullness as he impales me on his dick. His fingertips dig into the flesh of my ass while he holds me there for a moment, then slowly slides halfway out before thrusting home again. My eyes roll back as he sets a punishing rhythm, his hot, panting breath against my hair as he starts babbling short, nonsensical sentences. “Been waiting for this… even better than I thought it would be… had to have you… fuckingfinally…”

He suddenly lifts me from the edge of the sink, spinning me around and taking a couple of steps until my back crashes against the cold tile wall, the shiver that coasts down my spine warring against the molten heat burning through my body with every thrust of Chase’s hips.

“Is this what you fucking wanted, little hell raiser?” he growls, his hand wrapping around my throat as he pummels me against the wall.

“Fuck you,” I hiss.

His eyes flicker gold and he shuts me up with another delicious, searing kiss, liquid heat scorching my veins and pooling between my legs. He grinds his pelvis into me in short, hard thrusts until the coil inside my belly snaps, a scream tearing from my lips as my climax shoots through me like a bullet. I dig my fingers into his shoulders, blood pooling underneath my nails as he fucks me through my orgasm, lips meeting mine again before I can even catch my breath.

He sucks my lower lip into his mouth, biting down until I taste blood, re-igniting the sick, sinful fire in my veins.

“Still hate me, baby?” Chase chuckles against my lips, then licks them. When he pulls back to look into my eyes, I can see the red tinge of my blood on his tongue.

Fuck that’s hot.

“Yes,” I respond, though it comes out as a needy moan.

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