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“Come with me?” He arches a brow, a mischievous smile on his lips as those damn dimples sink into his cheeks.

I give a little shake of my head. “Look, I’ve had a long day, and…”

My words are cut short when Chase darts a hand out, wrapping it around my wrist and yanking me into his chest, the warmth of his arms enveloping me. His heady, masculine scent overwhelms my senses, anddamnit,Ihatehow fucking good he smells.

“C’mon,” he urges, fingertips coasting down my spine. “I won’t bite.” He winks. “Hard.”

“WellIwill,” I counter, snapping my teeth at him.

He chuckles darkly, burying a hand in my hair at the base of my neck and winding his fingers in the strands. “I like it when you bite.”

“Chase,” I warn, but my body is already beginning to melt under his touch. I hate that I have this subconscious reaction to him- I should be pulling away, but instead I’m angling toward him, seeking more contact.

He brings his other hand up to cup my jaw, tracing my lower lip with the pad of his thumb. “Tell me you don’t want it,” he murmurs, those dark, intense eyes staring straight into my fucking soul.

“I don’t.”

He leans down, dragging his tongue across the seam of my lips. Then he pulls up, eyes flickering gold. “Liar.”

That one peek from his wolf is all it takes for my resolve to crack, and suddenly I’m pushing up on my toes, crushing my lips against his. I’m hit with a jolt of electricity when our mouths meet- it’s like sticking my tongue on the prongs of a nine-volt battery, a shock to the system that completely disarms me. Chase grunts into my mouth as our tongues clash, scooping me up by the backs of my thighs as my legs spread to straddle his waist and my arms wind around his neck. He stands to his full height, spinning to pin my back against the side of the truck as his greedy tongue fights my own for dominance in a battle neither of us can win.

My hands are in his hair, the hood of his sweatshirt falling back as I tug hard on the strands and he growls into my mouth, teeth nipping my lips. My legs tighten around his waist, holding on tight as he kisses me within an inch of my life. Suddenly he’s fumbling with something beside me- the door handle. He throws it open so hard that I’m surprised he doesn’t take the damn thing off the hinges, leaning in and tossing me down onto the big back seat of his truck.

As soon as my back hits the smooth leather, I’m wriggling out of my jacket, peeling my shirt off overhead while he hops in after me and yanks my pants down my legs. It’s not graceful by any means- he takes a heel to the chest as I kick my pants free in our chaotic frenzy to get our clothes off, both of us panting, grunting, tossing them onto the floor below the seat. He yanks the door closed to seal us inside the truck, and Chase’s body suddenly seems even bigger in this cramped space, massive and intimidating as he crawls up my body in nothing but his boxer briefs, his bare skin meeting mine.

His hands slip behind my back, fingers grappling with the clasp of my bra before he must decide ‘fuck it’ and just tears the thing straight from my body, the straps biting into my shoulders as he rips it away. His dark eyes are hooded with lust, pupils blown as they zero in on my bare breasts, my nipples hard enough to cut diamonds as they meet the cold air in the cab of the truck. I swear, every time my top comes off, this guy looks at me like he’s never seen a pair of boobs before. His large hands cover them, squeezing hard as a growl of appreciation rumbles in his chest.

Chase leans down, his tongue flicking out against one of my stiff nipples as I bite back a gasp. Then he suctions his mouth over it completely, rolling the tip between his teeth until a needy moan falls from my lips, hips bucking. My whole body is a raging inferno as he ravishes my breasts with his teeth and tongue, his hand coasting down my belly, dipping below the seam of my panties. Right where I want it. Right where Ineedit.

He sucks marks into the tender skin of my breasts, groaning as his fingers trail along my slit, weeping with arousal. “Is all this for me, Tink?” he asks, chest vibrating with a chuckle. “For someone who claims they don’t want it, you’re fuckin’ soaked…”

“Fuck you,” I hiss, arching my back as I chase his touch. The cruel bastard keeps his fingers just out of reach, his touch featherlight and driving me absolutely fucking insane.

“Oh, I’ll fuck you. But how do you want it, baby? With my fingers…” he murmurs, screwing a thick digit into me as I bite back a moan. “Or my cock?” He grinds forward, his hard dick digging a trench into my thigh. A torrent of white-hotwantsears through me, and I know I’ll take this man any way I can get him, just as long as he doesn’t fuckingstop.

I grind against Chase’s hand, his thumb rubbing figure-eights around my clit as I lose myself in the all-consuming pleasure of his skillful touch, coming completely undone beneath him. I sink my teeth into my lower lip in an attempt to stifle my cries, biting down so hard that my eyes water.

“Stop,” Chase grunts, taking my chin in a hand and pinching my cheeks until my lip slips free of my teeth. He looks deeply into my eyes, tipping his forehead against mine. “Let me hear you,” he growls, thrusting another finger inside of me to join the first, stretching me wider. “I wanna hear how good I make you feel, want you to scream my name until your voice is hoarse…”

His thumb rubs harder against my clit as he curls his fingers inside me to hit my g-spot and I cry out, hands clamping down onto his biceps, clawing the shit out of his skin with my fingernails. “Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck,” I chant, the pressure building inside of me like a dam ready to burst. Chase licks down the column of my neck, sucking a nipple into his mouth again and biting down hard.

The dam bursts.

“Chase!” I scream, hips bucking into his hand as my legs jerk, body shaking as my climax rips through me like a goddamn category five tropical storm. My vision tunnels, lights dancing behind my eyes as Chase’s name continues to roll off my lips over and over again like a prayer.

“Fuck,” Chase growls, his lips slamming against mine, stealing my breath. “You’re so fucking sexy when you let go,” he murmurs against my lips, cradling my head in a hand as he withdraws the other from my underwear. I heave ragged breaths, staring into the treacherous depths of his dark eyes, body still quivering as I slowly descend from the nirvana he just catapulted me to.

“Fuck me, Chase,” I pant, my fingernails scoring the skin of his chest, dragging over the peaks and valleys of his well-defined abs. “I wanna feel you inside me.”

He wastes no time in rocking back on his heels, the chilly air nipping my exposed flesh as he clumsily rids himself of his boxers, hooking his thumbs in my panties at either hip and sliding them down over my legs. My thighs fall open, Chase’s eyes glazing over as he stares down at my exposed pussy. He wets his lips with his tongue, and I’m so entranced by the look on his face that I’m completely unprepared when he dives headfirst into the apex of my thighs, flattening his tongue and dragging it up my slit.

“Holy fuck!” I cry, my hands latching onto his hair, curling into tight fists. I’m already sensitive down there- too sensitive for what he’s doing with his mouth, his tongue…oh fuck, histongue! He stiffens it into a hard point, plunging it inside of me as my thighs snap closed around his ears. I start to come apart again, my body writhing, my breath coming out in short, sharp pants.

Chase lifts his head, lips glistening, eyes clouded with lust. “You taste like fuckin’ heaven, baby.” He crawls up my body slowly, licking a line all the way from my belly button to my throat, my legs curling around him as he positions himself over me.

“Oh yeah?” I breathe, his face hovering above mine as I arch a brow. “Too bad I’m no angel.”

“No, you’re not…” he croons, hiking one of my legs up over his hip, the velvety head of his thick cock teasing my entrance. “You’re my little fuckin’ devil.” I cry out as he plunges into me in a single, brutal thrust, a blinding mix of pain and pleasure making my brain short-circuit. I barely have a moment to adjust to the intrusion before he’s pulling out again, slamming back in, growling out an unintelligible string of expletives.

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