Page 91 of Alpha Chase

Vienna sighs, flopping back down and tucking her arms behind her head. We both lay like that for a few minutes, completely blissed out as I trail my fingers up and down her legs absently. Then she heaves another sigh, her head lolling to the side. “I should probably go get cleaned up.”

“Don’t,” I snap, moving my fingertips to the apex of her thighs and dipping them between her legs, smearing my release down her inner thighs. “I like the way you look covered in my cum.”

“Dirty fucker,” she chuckles, snatching my wrist from between her legs and bringing my fingers to her lips, licking my cum off of them and sucking them inside her mouth. I groan, instantly hard again as I watch her clean them off with her tongue.

“Fuck!” I grunt, yanking my hand back when I feel the bite of her teeth. I shake my hand out, wincing. “What the hell, little devil?”

She smiles coyly, shrugging her shoulders and I bark out a laugh.

Damn I love her brand of crazy.

I shift her legs off of me and rise to stand, striding over to a basket at the end of the sectional and retrieving a fleece blanket out of it. I return to lay down on the couch, pulling her naked body on top of mine and covering us up with the blanket. She tugs her hair tie out, releasing her ponytail, and I stroke the silky strands of her hair as it falls down over my chest, my mind drifting back to the craziness at the lodge this evening. Even after everything that happened with the rogue, my thoughts keep circling back to the discovery of the cot in the storage room- the one with her scent on the bedding.

“I have to ask you something,” I grumble, wrapping a soft strand of her hair around my fingers.

“Hm?”

“Have you been sleeping at the lodge?”

Her body goes rigid in my arms, her heart pounding faster against my chest.

“I found the cot in the storage room,” I murmur. “How long have you… why were you…” I’m tripping over my words, trying to find the gentlest way to probe for the answers I’m seeking, but evidently I’m really fucking bad at this.

Vienna blows out a slow breath, propping her elbows against my chest and lifting her head to look into my eyes. There’s a pained look in her own that damn near breaks me and she purses her lips, parting them to speak.

“I was staying with Nessa and we got in a big fight. I didn’t have anywhere else to go, so I crashed there for a night.”

“What about your mom?” I question. “Where does she live?”

She sinks her teeth into her lower lip, giving a little shake of her head. “I used to live with her, but I… I can’t stay there anymore.”

“Why?”

She presses her lips together tightly, shaking her head again. There’s a flicker of something in her eyes that I feel like I recognize, but I can’t quite put my finger on what it is. Pain? Regret?

Fear.

Awareness prickles up my spine and I sit up stiffly, tugging her thighs so she’s straddling my lap. “Did someone hurt you?”

The look in her eyes confirms what she doesn’t say- fuck, I’ve seen it before. Alec. Dare. That kid Jase.

“Tell me, Vienna,” I implore, tucking her hair behind her ears and cradling her face in my hands. “Tell me who it is so I can fucking kill them.”

Her eyes swim with tears and she shakes her head, avoiding my eyes and instead focusing on the tattoo on the inside of my forearm.

Rage is building inside of me like a storm, my wolf thrashing at my chest, but somehow I manage to remain calm, forcing her to meet my eyes as I whisper gently. “Baby, tell me,” I coax, catching a tear with my thumb as it slides down her cheek.

“You can’t tell Brock,” she chokes, and a little piece of me dies inside with her confirmation.

Someone has hurt her. Someone who will fucking die for laying a hand on my girl.

“Who?” I rasp, wiping another tear away as it falls.

She sucks in a breath, shaking her head. “You have to promise you won’t tell him. I can’t have it coming back on my mom, she’s dealt with enough.”

I press my forehead against hers, staring deeply into her eyes. “I promise. Tell me.”

“My mom has this boyfriend…”

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