Page 17 of Alpha Chase

And thenherface pops into my mind. Those eyes, full of fire and sin and mischief. I imagine them looking up at me, dark lashes fanning out as she blinks and takes me in her mouth. I imagine those supple lips of hers stretched around my cock as I feed her every inch. I imagine it’s her right now on her knees in this room, and suddenly not only am I rock hard again, but the thought of it has me blowing my load down Stasia’s throat in two seconds flat. I shudder, holding her head tight to my lap, imagining it’s Vienna I’m choking with my cum.

Stasia’s eyes are glassy when she pops off, swiping her lower lip with her thumb as I draw ragged breaths. She has this smug little smirk on her face as she rises to her feet, reaching up to slide the straps of her dress down her shoulders. I dart out a hand to stop her.

“You can go.”

Stasia freezes, mean little eyes narrowing into slits, assessing me. “Are you fucking serious right now?”

I look her dead in the eye. “I said leave.”

Her face contorts into an ugly scowl as she shoves her straps back up her shoulders, huffing. “You’re such a dick.”

She turns on a heel and stomps toward the door, yanking it open. I don’t watch after her, but I hear her furious footsteps retreat down the hall and clomp down the stairs. A few minutes pass before I stand and tuck myself back in my boxers, yanking my jeans up my hips and fastening the button. If I know Stasia, she’ll be tearing through the place like a hurricane right about now to grab her friends and leave, so I give it a few more minutes, finding a joint on my dresser and smoking it before heading back downstairs into the fray.

My thoughts are sluggish and I’m too fucked up to take the stairs as fast as I do, nearly losing my footing as I reach the bottom. I grab onto the rail to steady myself, looking up to see a familiar redhead strutting my way.

“Serena,” I greet, an inflection of surprise in my voice. “About time you showed up to one of these.”

She looks distracted, eyes lifting to look past me toward the living room. “Is Liv here?”

I shake my head, looking around at the thinning crowd in the packhouse. It’s getting late and most people have already cleared out. “Haven’t seen her tonight.”

Serena blows out a breath. “Damn. She’s not answering her phone again.”

Her face is pinched with worry as I reach out to set a hand on her shoulder. “Well she can’t be getting up to anything worse than she would’ve here,” I offer.

“No shit.” A smile comes to her lips as she tucks a strand of fiery red hair behind her ear, though her blue eyes are still tainted with concern for her little sister.

“Since you’re here, wanna stay for a drink?”

She shrugs. “Why not?”

I flash her a grin, gesturing for her to follow me as I turn to head back into the living room. My boys are still here, occupying the large sectional that provides the best vantage point for the rest of the room. As we approach, though, there’s a spot on the sofa that’s conspicuously empty.

“Where’s Levi?” I ask, eyes darting around the room. There’s a certain girl in a red dress that’s missing, too, and a strange feeling settles in the pit of my stomach.

“Off getting his dick wet,” Cal replies, watching a plume of smoke rise from a joint dangling in his fingers.

I blink back at him as his words settle over me. “What?”

“He grabbed a room,” Miles shrugs, plucking the joint from Cal’s hand and bringing it to his lips.

I’m not sure what happens next. One minute, I’m barking at Cal and Miles to get Serena a drink, and the next, I’m standing outside of the door of the guest room that Levi usually takes his girls to when he’s here, turning the knob and throwing it open.

It takes a second for my eyes to adjust to the darkness inside. I look toward the bed and there’s Levi in all his naked glory, a pair of slim legs wrapped around his waist, heels locked above his ass as he thrusts and grunts. He whips his head back to look over his shoulder in response to my intrusion, eyes thrown wide. “Dude! Do you mind?”

My heart thumps in my chest as I look past him, to the girl beneath him. Her dark hair pools on the comforter around her head, and it’s…not Vienna. It’s Stasia.

I don’t know why relief washes over me in that moment. Stasia pops up on an elbow, throwing me her best ‘fuck you’ smirk, but I feel nothing. Hell, Stasia will put out for anyone. Half of my friends have already had a turn.

“Jesus, man, come by on Thanksgiving if you want more of my leftovers,” I grumble, backing out of the room and pulling the door closed. I return to the living room to see that Serena’s made herself comfortable on the couch, a red plastic cup in her hands.

“What was that about?” Serena asks, looking up at me as I approach.

I just shake my head, grabbing for the whiskey bottle on the coffee table and plopping down into the spot next to her.

“If you’re looking for that girl, she left with her friend after you went upstairs,” Miles pipes up, handing the joint back to Cal.

“I wasn’t,” I snap, a hard edge to my tone that tells him to drop it. I bring the whiskey bottle to my lips, taking a long sip from it, enjoying the burn of the liquor as it slips down my throat.

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