Page 16 of Alpha Chase

IcouldkillLevifor not telling me he invited her here tonight. All I wanted to do was drink, smoke, and zone the fuck out. That’s exactly what I was doing, until I looked up and sawher.

A little devil in a red dress, dripping in sin. I couldn’t help but stare, becausefuck me, she’s got curves I want to sink my teeth into, that clinging fabric flaunting the cinch of her waist, the swell of her hips. Her tits are pushed up, perfectly perky and round, and a strip of her tan thighs is on display between the hem of her dress and the top of her come-fuck-me boots. A delicate outline of flowers climbs up one of them, tattooed in black ink, mirroring the design on her arm that’s now hidden underneath the sleeve of her leather jacket. Between her clothes and her slicked back ponytail, she looks like she just stepped out of a rocker chick fantasy.

And she came here for fuckingLevi. The bastard has been sliding me smug grins all night as he sits there with his arm thrown around Vienna, rubbing her shoulder, squeezing her thigh. Running back and forth from the bar to refill her drink. Putting in way too much effort for pussy if you ask me. I don’t usually pay much attention to whatever game Levi’s running on his latest conquest, but for some reason tonight, it grates my nerves.

I could say that the whiskey and weed have me fucked up and I mindlessly followed Vienna down that hallway, waiting in the dark like a criminal until she emerged from the bathroom. That’d be a lie, though. I knew exactly what I was doing. I was chasing that strange feeling that cuts through the numbness, the one I first experienced the other day when she tried to go toe to toe with me. The zing of exhilaration I felt when she tumbled into my lap. The truth is, when I get a rise out of that girl, there’s a madness in her eyes that ignites something in my bones.

I found what I was looking for. The frenetic energy still snaps through me like a livewire as I emerge from the hallway, snatching the whiskey bottle from the coffee table and dropping back into my spot on the couch, tugging the hood of my sweatshirt over my head. I lift the bottle to my lips and take a long pull of the whiskey, eyes settling on my thumb.All bite.The marks from her teeth have already faded, no longer embedded into my flesh.I can’t believe the little savage fucking bit me. And I’m not sure what caught me off guard more- that she bit me, or that it made my dick hard.

Part of me wonders if our run-in will send her scrambling out of the packhouse again like it did the other day, but she comes back with a confident stride and plops down next to fucking Levi, looking like the cat that got the cream. A prickly irritation bubbles up inside me as he slides his arm around her again, pulling her a little closer, lips twitching into a smirk.

“So how long have you been working up at the lodge?” Levi asks smoothly, handing her drink back to her.

“Just the past couple months.” Vienna lifts the rim of the cup to her lips, taking a little sip. There’s no way she doesn’t feel my eyes burning a hole in the side of her head right now, but she seems completely unphased, not even hazarding a glance in my direction.

Levi acts like that’s the most interesting thing he’s ever fucking heard. “Nice, you ever get out on the mountain?”

She shakes her head as she swallows down another sip of her drink.

“Why not?” He arches a dark brow.

Vienna shrugs, smiling coyly. “Never learned how to ski.”

I take another pull from the whiskey bottle as I hear Levi say, “boarding’s better. I could teach you sometime if you wanted, the guys and I go all the time.”

I don’t hear her response- the bottle in my mouth clanks against my teeth as someone falls onto my lap. I yank it away, swallowing the whiskey and scowling when I see Stasia’s hazel eyes staring back at me. “Hey, Alpha,” she breathes, breath fruity and tongue stained red from Levi’s famous jungle juice. She winds her arms around my neck, pushing her tits together as she leans toward me. “Let’s go upstairs,” she whines into my ear, nipping the lobe.

I grunt, eyes flickering past her toward Vienna again, and to my surprise, she’s looking back at me this time. She’s smiling at whatever bullshit Levi’s spewing into her ear, but for brief a second, her smile falters. If I blinked, I would’ve missed it.

Stasia pulls back, eyes narrowing on me, then follows my line of sight to Vienna. She twists around to get a better look, assessing what she obviously perceives as her competition. “You’re new,” Stasia remarks, not even attempting to disguise the bitchiness in her tone.

Levi swoops in to make the introduction. “Vienna, this is Stasia,” he mutters with distaste. Levi has never been a fan of Stasia; the girl is a grade A bitch. She’s a decent lay, though, and no matter how many times I try to kick her to the curb, she just keeps coming back like a fly on shit.

“Vienna,” Stasia repeats, enunciating each syllable slowly. “Like the sausages.”

“Like the song,” Vienna corrects, that feisty spark reigniting in her eyes. She puts on the sweetest, fakest smile as she says, “it’s nice to meet you, Stacey.”

I can’t help but chuckle as I feel Stasia’s body tense on my lap. “It’s Stasia.” She twists back to face me, batting her eyelashes. “C’mon, let’s go upstairs,” she purrs, trailing her hand down my chest.

Part of me wants to dump her off my lap and tell her to get lost, but the other part is sick and tired of sitting here watching Levi and Vienna cozying up to one another. That’s the part that wins out.

“Sure,” I mumble, and even Stasia looks surprised, hopping off my lap and reaching for my hand to tug me up from the sofa before I change my mind.

I glance over at Vienna as I slowly stand, her gaze now fixed on me, though her face is an unreadable mask. Stasia must see something pass between us, because as she tugs my arm over her shoulders, a wicked smile comes to her face. “You can join us if you want, Vienna,” she chirps. “I don’t mind sharing.”

Without missing a beat, Vienna rolls her eyes, scoffing “I’m good.”

Levi pulls her in closer, jutting out his chin. “Yeah, she’s taken care of.”

I raise the whiskey bottle to my lips and take another pull before dropping it down onto the coffee table, wiping my mouth with a sleeve. Vienna turns away, and I can’t help but notice the tight set of her jaw as I allow Stasia to lead me away. My feet are heavy as we ascend the stairs, my wolf restless in my chest as Stasia takes my hand and tugs me down the hallway upstairs toward my room. Once we’re inside, I head straight for the bed, dropping down on the edge as I hear the door snick closed.

“You seem stressed, Alpha,” Stasia purrs, crossing the room to stand in front of me as I perch on the edge of the bed numbly. She reaches out, sliding a finger under my chin and tipping my face up to hers. “Let me help you feel better.”

I stab my fingers through my hair as she starts to sink to her knees in front of me, willing myself to just relax and fucking enjoy what she’s offering. It helps when she starts rubbing me through my jeans. I’ve been semi-hard all night, so it doesn’t take much for me to get the rest of the way there. By the time she unbuttons my jeans and drags my zipper down, all my blood is pumping south. Stasia sinks her teeth into her lower lip as she reaches into my boxers and wraps her hand around my cock, a shuddered breath leaving my throat as she takes it out.

I watch as she slowly leans forward, blinking up at me as she wraps her lips around the head. She swirls her tongue as she starts sinking lower down my shaft and I groan, fisting her hair, hips bucking as I hit the back of her throat. I hold her there for a moment, reveling in the feeling of her throat tightening around my dick before I pull her back off, directing her head up and down as she makes loud slurping sounds.

Stasia’s blowjob skills leave a lot to be desired. Her teeth painfully scrape on the skin of my shaft every so often, making me wince and yank her back by her hair. She’s sloppy and uncoordinated, never falling into a steady rhythm unless I’m moving her. It still feels good, though. The tension leaves my shoulders, my mind going to that place where it’s free from thought. My eyes slide closed and then…what the fuck?I’m suddenly losing elevation. I snap them open and look down at Stasia, watching as she bobs over my lap, but even the sight of her lips wrapped around my dick doesn’t do shit for me. I drop back to lean on my elbows, pressing my eyes closed tightly and trying to focus.

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