Page 66 of Alpha Chase

I wrap my arms around his biceps on either side of my head, the muscles straining under his weight as he starts fucking me in short, hard thrusts that have my eyes rolling back. I’m not sure if there’s a place for me in heaven, but if there is, I’d willingly give it up to let this man drag me down to the pits of hell with him for more of this wicked, sinful pleasure. My back slides against the seat with every thrust, my head dangerously close to crashing into the door. I throw my hands up to brace myself on the door, the window, anything I can fucking grab onto as Chase continues to hammer into me, stretching and filling me until I can hardly take it.

Ican, though, and Iwill- I’ll take and take until he’s got nothing left to give, and I know he’s doing the same to me, stealing pieces of my soul with every thrust. This thing between us is toxic and lethal, but as stubborn as we both are, we’ll indulge in this poison until it fucking kills us.

You can bet we’ll both go down swinging, though.

Chase suddenly pulls out and I nearly weep from the abrupt feeling of emptiness, but the next thing I know he’s wrapping an arm around my waist and flipping me over, tugging me up by the hips until I’m on all fours in front of him. A loud smack echoes in the cab of the truck as his hand comes down on my ass, the offended flesh stinging beneath his palm. I toss my hair back, my eyes meeting his over my shoulder, his magnificent cock bobbing in front of him as he lines himself up again.

“Fuuuuck!” I scream out as he plunges inside me, this new position hitting even deeper and sending me sailing to new heights. His fingers dig into my hips as he pummels me from behind, and then, just as quickly as it started, he stills, leaning over my body and fisting my hair, tugging my head back to look at him.

“Show me how much you hate me, baby,” Chase growls, his hips punching forward once more before he withdraws, rocking back as his gaze falls to the junction of our bodies. He hisses as I push backwards onto him, watching over my shoulder as his eyes zero in on the way my pussy swallows his cock. I throw a hand up on the window for leverage, the glass freezing cold beneath my sweaty palm as I grindback, forward, back,watching Chase grit his teeth and curse under his breath, his fingertips digging bruises into my hips.

His eyes flicker gold and I see the moment he snaps- his breaking point where he can’t take anymore and has to seize control again, my body nearly crashing into the door as he slams forward, burying himself to the hilt. I cry out his name in ecstasy, his arm circling my waist, palm splaying against my stomach as he yanks me vertical, so my back is flush with his chest. He continues pounding into me as that same hand drops to my clit, and as soon as he starts rubbing it, I go off like a rocket, my walls clamping down around him as a wanton moan tears from my throat. Chase’s arm tightens around my waist, forcing precious air from my lungs as he, too, finds his release, his thighs tensing, body going rigid as he empties inside of me with a final, deep thrust.

Bliss.

We’re both soaking in sheer fucking bliss as we come back down, our ragged, panting breaths slowing, our bodies going slack. Chase falls back on the seat, dragging me with him, his dick still inside me as I feel a hot bead of cum trickle down my inner thigh. My throat’s raw, my heart pounding. We’re both sweaty, sated, and the windows of the truck are all fogged over, a handprint trailing down the window beside me like that scene from the movie Titanic.

I part my dry lips, my voice coming out as a hoarse whisper. “That was…”

“Yeah,” Chase chuckles, his face buried in my hair. “It fuckin’was.”

Neither of us need to complete that thought, because we both know. It was fucking mind-blowing.Incredible.

And it’s fucking ruined me.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

Chase

Vienna’stitsarefuckingperfect. My fingers sink into the pliant flesh, squeezing them beneath my palms as she rocks her hips against mine. My hands are bigger than most, and everything about her is small compared to me, but not those tits- they’re a perfect fit. Her smooth thighs slide up to my waist, legs wrapping tightly around my torso as her fingernails dig crescents into my shoulder blades. The girl is a scratcher- and a hair puller, and a biter- but damnit if those things don’t drive me fucking wild. Paired with the fire in her eyes, I’m a goner every time.

She spent the night again. That makes four nights in a row now, but hey, who’s counting? Few girls have ever spent a single night in my bed, let alone more than one, and only because I was too blitzed out of my mind on whiskey or weed to kick them to the curb before I passed out. That in itself should tell me that Vienna’s different, but that would require me to actually acknowledge what’s going on between us, and I’m in no way ready to face that. I’m also not willing to back off and leave her be, so it’s becoming a real fuckin’ conundrum.

I grunt as she bites down on my lip, pushing against my shoulder and wrenching her hips sideways to roll me off of her, coming with me as I go to my back. We’ve been rolling around in my bed making out for a good ten minutes already, and my dick’s so hard that if I don’t get it in her soon, it might fucking break off. I don’t have it in me to rush this, though. The passion-fueled hate sex that we have in the dark is off the charts, but this sensual, drawn-out morning sex is somehow even better, like we’re a pair of addicts trying to get our fix, savoring every moment before we’re forced to go our separate ways for another day.

Vienna presses her palms to my chest and pushes herself up, a sly grin of victory dancing across her swollen lips before they come crashing back down onto mine. She always gets this triumphant gleam in her eye when she’s on top, like she’s the one calling the shots, but I don’t mind the view from below one bit. Every time she sits up, it gives me a perfect vantage point of those tits. My hands are drawn to them like magnets, thumbs brushing over the stiff peaks of her nipples as I swallow her moan. Our tongues tangle, lips bruising from the ferocity behind our kisses, both of us hellbent on devouring one another until there’s nothing left.

I growl as she bites my lip again, biting hers right back as I send her crashing back down onto the mattress, rolling on top of her. She lets out the cutest little grunt in protest, but doesn’t let up on her assault of my mouth, her tongue ravaging my own. My lips leave hers to coast down to her soft jaw, the delicate column of her throat, my name leaving her lips on a breathy whisper.

“Chase…”

Fuck.I love the way she makes my name sound, like a desperate prayer for rapture. I lick and suck the sensitive flesh of her neck, her arms and legs squeezing around me, drawing me closer. I’m completely lost in the moment, lost in her touch and her scent and the sensations running through my body. A little voice in my head becomes a roar ofMINE MINE MINEas I trail my tongue to the junction of her neck and shoulder, my mouth tingling strangely as my teeth scrape against her skin…

What the…?

I jerk my head up, my hand coming to my mouth, fingertips brushing the sharp points of my canines and catapulting me from my dreamlike state back into reality.

“What the fuck?!” Vienna squawks, an angry mix of confusion and disbelief swirling in her eyes as she stares at my mouth. She shoves hard against my chest, scrambling out from beneath me, eyes wide and wild. “Were you gonna bite me?!”

I blink, brushing my fingers against my teeth again, but the sharp canines seem to have receded just as quickly as they appeared. “What?” I choke out, meeting her furious gaze. “Fuck no…”

“Then why were your canines out?” she demands, scooting further away from me and curling her legs into her chest like she suddenly can’t bear any part of her body touching mine.

“I… I don’t know…” I stammer.

“So were you just gonna mark me without my consent?!”

She’s panicking, and hey I get it, because I’m fucking panicking here, too-why the fuck were my canines out?!

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