Page 32 of Alpha Chase

The two of them laugh, bumping fists, but I don’t have the energy to keep arguing with these assholes. I just grab a shot of whiskey off the bar, tossing it back.

Suffice to say my boys don’t understand the concept of spending time with a girl without trying to fuck her, but I don’t owe them an explanation. Serena’s cool. She’s the first girl who wanted to get to know me without intending to sink her claws in me for an opportunity to become my Luna- in fact, she didn’t want anything from me, except friendship. And yeah, she’s hot, but it probably helped knowing that she was off-limits from the very beginning, because it meant I never looked at her like that.

“Looks like trouble just walked in,” Miles chuckles, elbowing me as I down another shot. I wipe my mouth with a forearm, swallowing as I swing around to follow his line of sight.

It’sher- the girl who has been living rent-free in my brain for the past week. I must be a masochist, because the few encounters I’ve had with Vienna have only led to bite marks, a slapped face, and blue balls, yet I’ve still jerked off to the thought of her half a dozen times since we met. As soon as I see her, I know I’ll be adding another mental image to my spank-bank, becausegoddamn.

What she’s wearing can only be described as a ‘naked dress’- the color of it nearly matches her skin tone and the clingy fabric leaves little to the imagination. My eyes linger on the swell of her tits, perfectly round and symmetrical, her nipples hardened into stiff peaks.No bra. I sink my teeth into my bottom lip as my gaze skims down the curve of her waist, taking in the ridges of her ribs and hip bones. Her toned legs are on full display tonight, so I can finally discern where that tattoo on her left thigh ends; a few inches above her knee.

It feels like my heart’s beating harder than the bass of the hip-hop song being pumped through the speakers, my wolf clawing to the surface with a primal need totouch, take, claim.I rake my gaze back up her body, eyes lingering on the dip of her collarbones, the curve of her neck. Those pouty-ass lips. The flicker of the lights on the dance floor shine in the warm brown of her eyes, lids lined in dark eyeliner that’s winged at the edges. Her long black hair falls in loose waves around her shoulders, looking shiny and soft as fuck.

Vienna looks sinfully sexy tonight, and any designs I had of keeping a low profile and leaving early are shot to hell now that she’s walked in. One glance, and my dick is instantly hard.

“Who the fuck is she with?” Levi grumbles, and only then do I realize that there’s someone standing beside her- some tall, tattooed fuck with a stupid-ass grin on his face. He slides his hand to the small of her back, guiding her through the crowd, and the surge of possessiveness that is starting to feel all too familiar makes me want to claw at my own skin.

“Isn’t he on the squad?” Alec asks, leaning back to catch a glimpse of them as they disappear into the swarm of people gathered around the dance floor. “I think he led a couple of our training sessions.”

“Looks like you’ve got some competition,” Cal chuckles darkly, clapping Levi on the shoulder.

Levi scowls back at him, shrugging his hand off.

I barely hear them. My eyes are glued to the top of Vienna’s head bobbing through the crowd as I watch her make her way over to Serena’s table, andfuck me, if I thought she looked good from the front, I was in no way prepared to see her tight ass in that dress. Not only that, but the entire back is open, nothing but smooth skin on display, all the way down to the base of her spine. I reach down to adjust my dick in my jeans, painfully hard as it punches against my zipper.

“Yo, Chase.” A hand lands on my shoulder and I jerk my head sideways to meet Miles’ eyes. “You in for another round?”

“Is that really a question?” I snarl.

Miles grins, waving the bartender over, while I stare down at the empty shot glasses in front of me, balling my fists and digging my fingernails into my palms in an effort to restrain myself from casting another glance in Vienna’s direction. That fuckinggirl- how is it that just the sight of her makes me feel like a spark in a powder keg, ready to go off at any moment?

Alcohol helps. After downing a few more shots, the numbness starts to settle in again.Good. The feeling of nothingness is something I can handle. Something I’m used to. Callum disappears, and the others break away to go chase pussy on the dance floor after a while. Dare tries to get me to join them, but I head to the bathroom to take a piss instead, unable to stop myself from glancing toward the table where I last saw Vienna on my way back to the bar.

She’s not there, and neither is the dude she came with. My hackles raise as I scan the crowd on the dance floor, but she’s not out there, either. That twitchy, crackling energy comes back full force as my eyes sweep around, my pulse thrumming in my ears. My shoulders are tight as I move back toward the bar almost mechanically, jaw set and hands shoved deep in my pockets.

Then I see her. She’s standing at the bar with her back arched, forearms leaning on the counter as her hair falls beside her face like a curtain, obscuring my view. The moment my eyes land on her, some of that tension slips away. She’s alone, waiting for a drink. Or maybe for something else.

Vienna seems completely oblivious to my presence as I prowl up behind her, getting right in her space. I’m a little drunk- okay, a lot drunk- so I’m not exactly firing on all cylinders as I clamp a hand on the edge of the bar beside her, caging her in. Her long hair is swept over one shoulder and my eyes feast over the smooth exposed skin of her neck and back as I lean my head down beside hers. Her body goes rigid, but she doesn’t turn around. She knows it’s me, I realize, even before my name leaves her lips in a breathy pant.

“Chase.”

Fuck, the sound of it goes straight to my dick. I’m not sure what I came over here for, but now all I’m thinking of is that other day in my room, the way she was in my space, with her hands on me. The way her mouth moved when she teased me with that question:‘You want me to tell you I want to fuck you?’

“You here to tease me some more tonight?” I growl, breath heavy on her neck as I skate the backs of my fingers down her exposed spine. I feel a shiver run through her as I lean in closer, her soft hair tickling my lips. “After you left my room the other day, I fucked my hand so hard I damn near broke my dick off.”

Vienna’s breath hitches, her shoulders tensing. But there’s something else, too- the unmistakable scent of her arousal. Sweet, like raspberries and rosewater and pure fucking sex. I want totasteit.Claimit.Ownit.

“Too bad you didn’t,” Vienna breathes, voice low. “Then maybe you’d stop thinking with it all the time and leave me alone.”

The corner of my mouth quirks up into a smirk as I crowd in a little closer, lips hovering beside her ear. “I don’t think you want me to leave you alone. Not really.” I trail my fingertips lower, down to the base of her spine where the edge of the thin fabric of her dress rests, half expecting her to squirm away. She doesn’t. Instead, she leans into my touch, chasing it.

Oh fuck yeah.

When I’m drunk, I take chances. Despite the very real possibility that this one could get me slapped again, I take it anyway, skating my fingers across the small of her back and tucking them in under the fabric of her dress, palm winding around to grasp her bare hip. I feel for the seam of her panties, but…

“Fuck, are you not wearing panties?”

A shallow breath leaves her lips, her ass pressing backwards into me. “Didn’t work with the dress.”

I groan, fingertips digging into her skin. “Fuck. Shouldn’t have asked.Damn, girl.Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?” The words tumble from my lips, my brain short-circuiting.

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