Page 39 of Chasing Secrets
Jalen shifted, feet planting, knees opening. The view nearly knocked a prayer out of him, and he didn’t even do prayers.
“Breathe,” he said, more for himself than for Jalen. “Just like that.”
One finger pressed in, slow and steady. Tight heat clenched around him, a hot ring that eased as he coaxed. He kept his mouth working lower, licking at Jalen’s balls, keeping his mate focused on pleasure instead of tension.
Another finger joined when Jalen’s hips relaxed, a lazy roll meeting Chase’s touch. That worked. He scissored gently, stretching muscle, slick sounds mixing with the wet drag of his tongue.
A third finger entered after slicking them again, patient because shortcuts made for bad endings. Jalen rose and fell, chasing the rhythm with a gasp, one hand gripping the headboard.
Chase felt the tremor through his hand. He curved his fingers and searched, and when Jalen swore—a dirty, breathless thing—that reaction hit him like gasoline on a grill.
“Good,” Chase muttered, smug and gone for him. He pushed again, nudging that spot until Jalen was rocking into the stretch on instinct, thighs trembling, voice gone ragged on little sounds that weren’t words at all.
That particular view always did sinful things to Chase’s self-control.
Fingers eased free. Jalen breathed like he’d run a mile.
“Jalen…” He sank forward to brace his forehead against his mate’s.
Jalen dragged his gaze up, pupils blown, mouth wet. That trust punched a hole through Chase’s chest big enough to drive a truck through. He pushed in an inch, then another.
Tight. Hot. Every muscle in his back locked down with the urge to slam home.
“Fuck,” Jalen whispered, voice shaky but hungry. He rocked up, asking without asking.
“Take me,” Chase said, the words low and blunt.
Another push, deeper this time, until he was seated to the root and stars crowded the edges of his vision. He held there, riding the clutch while Jalen’s body accepted him.
A low curse scraped out, Chase’s mouth busy at Jalen’s ear, whispering nonsense that somehow sounded like nothing and filthy all at once.
A shift of hips found the angle he wanted. Jalen’s back bowed off the mattress, a choked moan breaking out. Perfect. Chase pulled back and drove in again, setting a pace that balanced sanity and the wrecking ball urge to pound. The bedframe complained. Springs chimed. Somewhere downstairs, a door shut. None of it mattered.
Sweat built along Chase’s temple and stung his eyes. He took Jalen’s wrists and pinned them above his head, changing the leverage. That earned him a keening sound that shot straight down his spine. His own voice went filthy without permission, praising every clench, every push back.
“Look at me,” he said, because he wanted those eyes. When Jalen focused, hazy and wrecked, something in Chase snapped the rest of the way. Chase kissed him hard, swallowing the sounds, fucking him through it.
“Harder,” Jalen got out, breath catching at the end.
Request granted. He hit a pace that had both of them gritting teeth. Sweat slicked between their bodies. Jalen’s cock slid against his stomach with every thrust, smearing precum, leaving a hot trail that made Chase thrust harder just to feel it again. He wrapped a hand around Jalen’s cock and stroked in time with his hips. That drew a wrecked sound from his mate’s throat that might have been Chase’s name.
“Perfect,” Chase said, more for himself than anything. He had to say something or he’d forget English and just growl like an animal. Not a great look with someone who already thought he howled at moon.
Jalen clenched around him so tight it bordered on cruel. Every thrust dragged a curse from Chase’s throat.
He tucked his mouth against the place where neck met shoulder and breathed his mate in. Teeth grazed skin.
Jalen arched, offering instinctively, and that was all the yes Chase would ever need.
He drove deep and stayed there, grinding into that spot inside, hand working Jalen’s cock. Pressure coiled tight, breath punched out of him in rough bursts, and for once, he didn’t try to outlast it. He wanted them to fall together. Chase dropped his hand to Jalen’s hip, held him still, and snapped his hips with focus that was almost savage.
“Come for me,” he said, voice torn.
Jalen arched like the words flipped a switch, hips jerking, body locking down around him. Hot pulses spilled over Chase’s stomach, and that sight—Jalen stripped bare and taking him so well—punched a groan out of him he couldn’t have swallowed if his life depended on it. His orgasm coiled fast, violent. He bent, his mouth finding that place where destinies met.
Canines sank through skin with a sweetness that had nothing to do with taste. Hot copper hit his tongue. Jalen cried out and clamped down around him, and Chase drove deep, spilling inside his mate, held there by that perfect grip and the knowledge that he would never be the same.
Something hit between heartbeats.
