Page 89 of Prey Tell
I’ve awoken a beast.
We spend the next day and night barely leaving the bedroom. Barely surfacing for air. Waking up to Chase curled around my body two mornings in a row is a dream, and though I’m sore all over my body, he continues to find ways to drag the pleasure out of me. Sometimes as my Dom—by rolling the sleeves of his robe up—and sometimes as Chase. Both ways are toe-curling and mind-blowing—with the latter being slightly more intimate. I’m exhausted, sore, bruised, and I don’t want to go home today, because I like the sex nest we’ve created.
I haven’t worn real clothes since I hurt my ankle—which feels much better now.
The morning I’m supposed to leave, I’m finishing my shower when Chase walks into the bathroom. Smirking, I turn the water off and take a step out of the enclosed waterfall room, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around myself quickly. Chase stalks forward, wearing nothing but pajama bottoms. Without breaking eye contact, he kicks off his pants and prowls closer. I swallow nervously and back up a step. He looms over me, his erection bobbing between us. Slowly, he fists the fabric of my towel and rips it away violently. Adrenaline courses through me, and I bite my lower lip in anticipation. I fuckinglovethis Chase—the one with blown-out pupils. The one who pushes the boundaries of consent and non-consent—though I would always give him consent anyway.
The one whotakeswhat he wants without any hesitation.
“Get the fuck back in the shower, Juliet.”
I smirk. “You haven’t had your fill yet?” I ask, teasing him. I can because I know we’re not in a scene. And I love that he allows both sides of me to play.
“No. I haven’t filled you properly since an hour ago.”
My mouth drops open as he shoves me back into the shower and turns the water on. I’ve come to find that Chase has a fascination with watching his cum drip out of me—and making sure it stays inside of me for as long as possible. Even yesterday, when I dropped to my knees as his submissive and tried to suck him off, he threw me back onto the couch and impaled me once before coming inside of me. Afterward, he cleaned me up with his tongue.
He presses my back up against the wall, the water spraying down on us. I gasp when he knocks my knees apart and slides inside of me, groaning as he sheathes himself fully.
“Fuck,” he says, his voice shaky. One hand is on the wall next to my head, and I see his fist curl as he closes his eyes. His other hand comes to my hip, fingers digging into my flesh. “I’ll never fucking get over the feeling of being inside of you, Juliet,” he murmurs.
My legs tremble as I moan, as he quickens his tempo, fucking me hard enough to lift my feet off the ground.
“Oh god,” I whimper, wrapping my arms around his neck. I throw my head back, and the force against the marble makes me see stars. I yelp, and suddenly Chase’s hand is behind my skull, cushioning it as he looks down at me with a fierce expression.
“Saymyname,” he demands, speeding up his tempo. His fingers grip my hair.
“Ravage,” I taunt, smirking.
His nostrils flare. “You sure you want to be cheeky right now, Juliet?” He pulls out of me, and I stare at him as he takes a step back.
“Chase,” I say, and as the word leaves my lips, he gives me a breathtaking smile—and it nearly makes my heart stutter.
He twists me around, and I yelp with surprise as he spreads my legs wide.
“Hands on the wall, Juliet.”
I place my palms flat as he nudges his cock inside of me. I pant as he slowly pushes all the way in, and then he doesn’t move. I’m about to turn around to look at him when one of his hands comes around my stomach, roving lower, slipping in to swirl around my swollen clit.
“Now,” he growls, his breath on my neck making my tight heat contract around him. “Say my name again.”
“Chase.”
“Again,” he commands, rubbing my bud gently.
“Chase,” I mewl.
“Once more, Juliet.”
“Chase,” I mutter, feeling my orgasm beginning to build.
“Good,” he murmurs, working his fingers faster. Feeling him there, massaging me as I’m full of his cock… “Get used to sayingmyname. No one else’s.”
He smacks my core once, and my back arches as I scream out.
“Oh g—”
He takes his free hand and slaps it over my mouth before the rest of the word can escape my lips.
