Page 26 of Trigger

When I entered our room, he spun around to face me, his eyes blazing with fury. And fuck, he’d never looked hotter. The beast inside me I kept locked up rose to the challenge he presented, and I had to bite back a grin. Finding amusement in all this would only piss Chase off further, and I needed himcalm.

“You’renotgoing in with just knives as your weapons,” he snarled at me.

“We’ve got no choice if we want to keep the heat off the club,” I reminded him. “Johnston’s reach only extends so far. Officials can’t look past a mass shooting.”

“Stop being sofucking calm!” he roared at me. “You have no idea?—”

I wrapped a hand around his throat and yanked him to me. He stumbled into my chest, and then, I was crushing my mouth to his in a deep, hungry kiss. He fought against me for a moment, but when I only tightened my hold on his throat, cutting off hisairflow, he relented, his mouth moving with mine in a hot slide that set my blood on fire.

He moaned, his hands dropping to the hem of my shirt. He fisted the material before sliding it up my torso. I parted our mouths long enough for him to yank the material over my head, and then, I was kissing him again, thrusting my tongue into his mouth as I worked open the fly of his jeans. When his jeans dropped to the floor, he kicked off his boots and stepped out of his pants. His shirt went next, and when my pants hit the floor, we grew even more frenzied. All our frustration and pain bled into the moment, making monsters out of us.

Spinning him around, I forced him to bend over the bed, then yanked his boxers down to the floor. I snatched the lube off the dresser, then forced two fingers inside of him. A choked gasp ripped from his lungs, and he rose onto his toes before he moaned, his fingers twisting into the comforter as he pushed back on my fingers, urging them deeper inside of him.

I’d never truly pictured Chase as a bottom, but there was no denying how fucking needy he got. More than likely, he was a switch, and that was perfectly fine with me. But right then, I just needed to take him the fuck apart and settle that piece of him that was floating lost and abandoned inside his head.

Curling my fingers, I found that spot inside him, and he trembled, gasping and groaning into the sheets. “F-fuck, Trigger,” he panted. I pressed my hand between his shoulder blades, pinning him in place when he tried to rise up on his elbows. When I slid three fingers into him, a low, keening sound ripped from his throat, and my cock leaked, precum dripping onto the floor.

Christ.

“I’m good,” Chase panted. “Fuck me already, Trigger.”

“I don’t want to hurt you, baby,” I rumbled. “You were just bleeding rectally four fucking days ago.”

He shook his head. “I know my body.Please, Trigger. I feel like I’m going fucking?—”

He moaned when I pressed into him, his back arching as he bore down, taking me deeper inside of him. I gripped his hips, watching my cock tunnel into him. He was soperfect. So unbelievably goddamnperfect.

“Fuck,” I rasped. “You take me sowell, Chase.”

He groaned in response, his jaw falling slack as my balls pressed flush against his ass. Leaning over him, I reached beneath him, gripping his dripping cock in my fist to stroke in time with my thrusts. “This what you needed, baby?” I growled in his ear. “Needed to be stuffed full of my thick cock so you could stop thinking so goddamn hard?”

He made a pathetic sound, his eyes glassy. Gripping his hair, I angled his head back, kissing him the best I could. He panted into my mouth, rocking back on me and thrusting into my fist, matching me thrust for thrust.

“I love you,” I growled in his ear, already so fucking close. He was just so goddamn hot and tight. Lasting any good length of time was a fucking joke.

He moaned, his eyes rolling back in his head. The door opened, and I turned my head, locking eyes with Sophia. She silently moved forward, her fingers sliding through Chase’s hair, and then he was grunting, his cock swelling in my fist as he came all over the comforter beneath us, a low, shattered moan spilling from his perfect mouth.

20

Sophia

Walking into the room to find Trigger balls deep inside Chase had damn near made me dizzy. I’d never seen Chase submit to anyone else, but one look at his glassy eyes told me he was submitting to Trigger andlovingit.

His eyes were hazy, his mouth slack as Trigger used him, fucking into him with hard, brutal thrusts that punched breathy grunts from his body. I settled on the bed beside his head, my fingers soothingly running through his hair. I knew how it could feel to be with Trigger. How all-consuming it was.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuuuuck,” Trigger suddenly growled, burrowing his face in Chase’s neck as his hips fell off-rhythm. His fingers tightened on Chase’s hips, and then, he was coming, moaning against our man’s skin.

Silently, he rolled to the side, tugging Chase with him. Trigger curled around him, banding his arm around Chase’s waist. Chase’s eyes slid closed, his breathing still coming in fast pants. I settled on my side in front of him, running my hand gently over his bruised and battered flesh. The mark on hischest made me sick to my stomach—not because of seeing him as a marked man disgusted me. It made me sick to my stomach because his life was now in constant danger.

They would keep coming after him until he was dead, just to prove a point, or until they were taken out. The thought of the Russians taking my man from me permanently made me sick to my stomach. And my chest tightened so much, I barely resisted gasping in pain.

Chase lifted his arm and draped it over my waist, his eyes slowly sliding open. “Been too long since you touched me,” he rasped.

A sad smile tilted my lips. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

He tugged me closer, flattening my chest to his. I tried backing away when he winced, but he just banded his arm tighter around me, pressing his forehead to mine. “I want your touch, even when it hurts.”

I blinked back tears, my heart squeezing. “I’m so scared for you,” I croaked. “This mark…”

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