Page 82 of Alpha Chase

My gaze slides to Chase’s friends surrounding him on the sofa, all on the edges of their seats as their eyes ping between the two of us, eager to spectate the impending showdown. And then, as if my patience wasn’t already wearing thin enough, Stasia appears seemingly out of nowhere, stepping around the coffee table and hitting me with a smug smile as she drops right into Chase’s lap.

Mine!

My wolf surges forward, threatening to burst from my skin and tear that bitch a new one, but Chase’s reaction is even quicker. As soon as Stasia’s bony ass hits his thighs, he sweeps out an arm, dumping her off his lap and onto the hardwood floor at his feet. I choke back a laugh as she lands with a thud and gapes up at Chase with wide eyes.

“Seat’s taken,” he grumbles, his gaze flickering up to me as he lifts his chin arrogantly, beckoning.

Stasia’s antics have my wolf infuriated, imploring me to press pause on my own agenda for a moment in favor of seizing the opportunity to put the girl in her damn place. I can’t keep the smirk from spreading across my lips as I advance, rounding the coffee table, stepping right over her, and plopping down onto Chase’s lap.

“Hey baby,” I coo, throwing my legs over his thigh and winding my arms around his neck.

Okay, maybe I’m playing this up right now for Stasia’s benefit, but I can practically feel her hate-filled eyes burning a hole into my back right now, and damnit if it isn’t satisfying as hell.

Chase reaches up to grab my chin roughly in a hand, pulling my face to his and stamping his lips down over mine. My eyes fly open in surprise, then slide closed as I melt into the kiss, his whiskey-tinged tongue pushing past the seam of my lips to tangle with my own. When he kisses me like this, everything else seems to fall away- I lose myself in the clash of our lips and tongues and teeth, in the pounding of my heart as all my blood rushes south. His kisses are always demanding, intentional, and make my damn knees weak. Chase Walker kisses like he means it.

He releases my lips with a loud pop, then licks his tongue across them lewdly as if to get one more taste. I’m breathless, panting, and when my eyes pop open and land on a red-faced Stasia scrambling to her feet, I’m hit with an intense surge of pride and possessiveness from my inner wolf. Stasia may have hooked up with Chase in the past, but the way she’s looking at him right now confirms what I already suspected- she’s never had him likethis. He’s never kissed her, or held her, or claimed her. She’s never trulyhadhim, not like I do.

Mine.

I lift a brow, turning back to Chase as she scampers away. “Think she got the message?”

He grins, sliding a hand up under my shirt and splaying his palm against my bare belly, tingly sparks simmering between our skin. Then he leans in closer, the low rumble of his voice sending a chill skittering up my spine. “Loud and clear, little devil.”

“Good.” I swing my feet down to the floor, pushing off of Chase’s chest and rising to stand.

He grabs for me, brows knitting together in confusion. “Where do you think you’re going?”

Before I can get away, he’s pulling me back down into his lap, a little puff of air escaping my lips on impact.

“Let me go,” I grit out, pressing my palms to his chest for resistance as he scoops an arm around my waist and yanks me in in closer. I glance around at the other bodies perched on the sectional, Chase’s buddies all watching us so intently that they may as well be munching on popcorn.

Despite the fact that I’m digging my fingernails into Chase’s forearm clamped down around my waist, he doesn’t loosen it an inch. Instead, he tugs me even closer, squeezing the air from my lungs. He hooks his chin over my shoulder, his lips brushing my ear as he speaks. “Never.”

There go the damn hornets.

I sink my teeth into my lower lip, biting down hard to try to draw the attention of my traitorous body away from the sensation of his warm breath on my neck. It’s futile, because the hornets in my belly only buzz harder with my resistance. I turn my head to face him and his lips are so close, his dark eyes pulling me in.

“I need to change out of my uniform,” I explain, my tone dripping with saccharine sweetness as I force a smile to my lips.

His own slide into a grin and he finally relinquishes his grip on my waist, freeing me from the confines of his arms. “Hurry back.”

“Oh, I will,” I mutter, popping up from his lap and darting away before he can pull me back down again. The little hairs on the back of my neck prickle with the feeling of eyes on me as I make my way over to the staircase- Chase, his friends, and other partygoers probably wondering who the hell I am and why their Alpha’s attention is on me- but I ignore them all as I jog up the stairs and head down the hall to Chase’s bedroom.

If he wants to play games tonight, then I’ll just have to beat him at his own.

“Goddamn,” Levi murmurs, drawing my attention as I take a pull from the whiskey bottle. I lower it, following his gaze, and almost spit out the alcohol in my mouth when my eyes land on my girl.

Vienna couldn’t have been upstairs for longer than ten minutes, but she’s completely transformed from a sweet little waitress into a sinfully sexy dark angel, drawing the gazes of everyone around her like a siren. She’s wearing that hot as fuck ‘naked dress’ again, her soft wavy hair cascading over her shoulders and dark makeup lining her eyes. My throat burns as I force the whiskey down, my fist curling tightly around the bottle as I sit up straighter on the sofa, watching her every move with malicious intent.

Why the fuck would she put onthatdress for a damn house party? Is she trying to drive me crazy? Because it’s fuckingworking.

The little hellion tosses me a smirk as she crosses in front of the sectional and heads for the bar in the corner of the room, my hackles raising as I see all the heads that turn to follow her. My chest rumbles with a low growl, a wave of possessive energy rolling through me, consuming my every thought. I’m suddenly tempted to gouge out the eyes of every man in the room for even looking her way; for daring to feast their eyes on what’s mine.

Vienna leans over the edge of the bar, the hem of her dress riding up the backs of her thighs as she reaches to pluck a bottle from the cluster on the counter, unscrewing the cap and ditching it. The purple label shines in the light, grape vodka sloshing in the bottle as she strides back toward the sofa. Nobody else would dare to touch that bottle- it’s Serena’s drink of choice and I always have it on hand for her- but that’s the last thing on my mind when Vienna approaches the coffee table in front of the sectional, kicking a leg onto it and climbing up.

“What are you doing?” I growl, stiffening as I watch her toss her hair back and roll her hips to the music, raising the bottle to those plush lips and taking a pull.

She swallows down the sip of vodka, licking her lips and turning her gaze on me. “I’m partying, babe!” she laughs, dropping low and rolling her body as she comes back up, tossing her hair back. “Isn’t this what you wanted?” A cruel smirk pulls at her lips as she raises the bottle to me, shaking her ass to the music. “Let’s fuckin’ party.”

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