The Alpha’s Chase: A Howls Romance

by Taiden, Milly

  She looked at the expression on his face. He wanted this. Wanted her with him. “Can you take me to the mall?”

  His brows pulled together. “Sure. Why?”

  She shrugged. “I didn’t pack for Vegas.”

  With a grin, he lifted her, putting her butt on the white porcelain sink. He slipped between her knees and pulled her ass close until his jeans had an indecent moment. “You won't need much. I intend to keep you too occupied to worry about clothes.”

  She smiled up at him, watching his sexy mouth curve. “Really. Occupied how?”

  His mouth slanted over hers. “Bare-assed and mine.”

  Her cat purred an excited hell yeah!

  Guess human males were all about Mine, too.

  8

  The limo pulled up to the Bellagio, and one of the doormen opened the rear passenger door. “Welcome to the Bellagio Las Vegas. Checking in?”

  Chase took his sunglasses from his eyes and looked at the expansive front of the hotel before answering the man. “Yes. The bags are in the trunk.”

  The doorman nodded. “I’ll take them in. Registration is just ahead.”

  Cecily took Chase’s arm and for a moment she felt like Cinderella, only this time she was invited to the ball and didn’t have to sacrifice a pair of heels.

  Chase glanced down at her. “I reserved the honeymoon suite. I figured why not, right? Kind of a trial run for us, even if Las Vegas is a sandbox for people with too much money and too much time on their hands.”

  Cecily stiffened a bit and Chase winced. “Cecy, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean you or your family—” his words broke off and he exhaled.

  “It’s okay, Chase. I understand.”

  He watched her face. “Do you?”

  She shrugged. “I’m trying. I never thought of myself as someone with too much of anything. Despite the money, things didn’t come easy for me. Not the things that mattered, anyway.”

  He tightened his arm around her shoulders and urged her through the revolving doors. “Well, that’s all about to change. At least if I have anything to say about it.”

  Chase steered her toward front reception and met the front desk clerk’s smile with one of his own.

  “May I help you, sir?”

  He nodded. “Yes. We are checking in to your honeymoon suite.”

  The perky woman behind the desk smiled. “Congratulations. And what name is the reservation under?”

  Cecily opened her mouth to answer, but Chase shook his head. “Villarreal,” he replied.

  The woman tapped on her keyboard and then looked up with a smile. “The honeymoon suite for five nights. Shall I charge the room to the American Express used to make the reservation?”

  Again, Cecily tried to interject but he wouldn’t let her.

  “Yes,” he answered, handing her his gold card.

  Cecily elbowed his side. “Chase, we agreed,” she whispered.

  He shook his head. “No, we didn’t agree. You and Malcolm agreed. I made the reservation, so I’m paying for it.”

  “Chase—” she began, but the hotel clerk handed him back his card and a small envelope.

  “All set, sir. There are two keys in the folio. Is there anything else I can get for you?”

  He flashed a gorgeous smile. “How about a bottle of champagne and some strawberries?”

  A blush tinged the girl’s cheeks. “Already taken care of, sir. You and your wife enjoy your stay with us.”

  With an argument on her lips, Cecily’s mouth snapped shut. Your wife. The words made the butterflies in her stomach loop-di-loop.

  “Cecy? You okay?” he asked.

  She nodded. “Yes. What floor are we on?”

  He grinned. “Penthouse. Where else?”

  The bellman followed them into the elevator and inserted his keycard into a top slot, pushing the button with the P at the center. “Is this your first trip to Vegas?” he asked.

  Chase shook his head. “Nope, but it’ll be the most memorable for sure.”

  The man laughed. “Honeymooners.” He winked at Cecily. “Remember to come out of your room at least once while you’re here. Get some fresh air.” He brought the bags in, and Chase handed the man a twenty-dollar bill. “Enjoy,” the bellman replied and closed the door.

  Cecily looked around at the spacious accommodations.

  “So, what do you think?” Chase asked.

  “Nice.” She nodded. “Unnecessary, but very nice.”

  He frowned. “I know it’s not the St. Regis or the Ritz, but it’s the best they had on short notice.”

  Cecily turned with a frown of her own. “That’s two cracks about money in the last thirty minutes. What’s going on, Chase? I told you to use my credit card to pay for the hotel, I don’t know why you felt it necessary to do this yourself and upgrade us to this palace.” She swung her arm out.

  “I was coming to Vegas anyway, Cecily. Asking you to come with me makes you my guest. So, I upgraded. So, what!” He lifted his suitcase and put it on the king-size bed with a huff.

  She exhaled. “I appreciate the gesture, Chase. I do. It’s just—”

  “What?” He turned, annoyed. “That I can’t afford it?”

  “No,” she balked.

  His lips pushed to the side in a knowing smirk. “Nice try, Cecily, but it’s written all over your face.”

  “It is not. What you see is me trying to figure out why you’re playing keep up with the Montgomerys. I may have lots of money, Chase, but I’m not a snob.”

  “And?”

  “And you’re treating me like I’m some stuck-up bitch that would have thrown a tantrum or something. I would’ve been more than happy staying in whatever room you had originally booked, Chase. I don’t need a dog and pony show.”

  “You’re used to the best, Cecily. I wanted to show you I can give you the best.”

  She exhaled again. “Don’t you get it? Money and its trappings were never my thing. I left that to my stepmother and stepbrother, two of the unhappiest people I know. The only thing I’ve ever wanted was to be happy and accepted. In case you haven’t figured that out yet, those two things were in short supply most of my life.”

  At the look on her face, he softened. “I know, Cecy. That wasn’t hard to figure out. I wanted this week to be special. I wanted you to see that though I’m considering a twelve-month tour of duty with you, right now I’d be interested in re-upping.”

  He took her in his arms and kissed her. The taste of her made his head whirl and his cock thicken in his pants as he skimmed her full curves, letting his fingers linger on the swell of her ass. When he broke their kiss, he stepped back, giving her space.

  She kept her hand in his, but her mouth curved in a small grin. “So, marrying me is like entering a war zone?”

  He grinned, pulling her close, and the two fell back on the bed. Chase ran a hand over her hip past her waist to graze her breast with his thumb. “As long as you get to be my P.O.W.”

  “Depends. What are the terms of surrender?” Cecily’s lips slid into a teasing smile.

  “Torture. Sweet, sensuous, sexy torture, so spread ‘em.” He slipped the straps from her camisole past her shoulders and dipped his face to the deep cleavage between her breasts. Taking one nipple between his thumb and forefinger, he pinched, and she gasped, arching into his hand. He kissed her hard, his tongue demanding more. Demanding everything.

  Her breath caught as he fisted the front of her shirt, the fabric tearing as he yanked it free, exposing her naked breasts. Dipping his head, he took the soft flesh, his tongue teasing the torrid peaks. Her nipples hardened in his mouth and he grazed the hard flesh with his teeth as she sucked in a breath.

  “I want you wet and dripping, Cecily. I want your juice all over my mouth and chin, your ass high as I fuck you with my tongue until you scream for my cock.” Chase’s eyes were dark with need. “On your back, Cecily.”

  She scrambled higher onto the mattress and he slid his hands over her bare thighs unde
r her skirt to her buttocks, slipping his fingers beneath the lace edge of her panties. Slowly he loosened them from her hips, pulling them to her ankles before tossing them to the ground.

  He untied her wrap skirt, letting the linen fabric fall to either side. She was naked and wet, and he took in the fully fleshed sight, licking his lips. “You’re so fuckable, Cecily. My cock is hard as a rock just looking at your ass and the slick sheen between your thighs. You’re so wet and I know you want my hard length deep inside you, but I gotta taste you, babe.”

  With one hand he reached between her thighs and cupped her pussy. “So wet. So slippery. I could slide a horse dick dildo into your slick slit and my cock into your ass and double stuff you, you’re so wet.”

  A half whimper, half sigh escaped her throat as he spread her knees wide and dipped his face to her moist cunt. His tongue licked her from tight hole to her clit and he moaned. “Sweet and musky. Like salted candy.”

  Two fingers spread her pussy lips before plunging deep, curling into her spot as his thumb worked her clit. His tongue sucked and bit, working the stiff nub until her hips rose and she bucked against his palm. With one fluid motion, he flipped her onto her knees and spread her ass cheeks, reaching low to spread her slick juice back, circling her tight ring.

  Pulling her hips back, he pressed his cock to her pussy, slipping his swollen head inside, but no more. “You want inches, Cecily?”

  9

  She moaned. “Yes! All of you.”

  He chuckled. “All, huh. Think you can take what I give you?”

  She cried out, grinding back, trying to impale herself on his hard member.

  “Not so fast, love. You gotta ask. What do you want me to do, Cecily?”

  She threw her head back and almost snarled. “Fuck me, Chase. Fuck me, HARD!”

  With a guttural exhale, he drove his cock balls deep, pulling back again to drive it rough and hard over and over. Cecily fisted the bedspread, her fingers white as he pounded her pussy. She threw her head back, her dark hair a cloud around her, the soft strands hitting Chase’s chest, and he practically growled as her pussy convulsed around his full length, her walls squeezing his cock as she came.

  Her body tensed, wave after wave hitting. Chase gripped her slick skin, his hands wrapped around her hips. He pulled out one last time, reaching to spread her glossy juice over her ass. He spread her cheeks again, but this time he pressed his thick head to her tight hole.

  Cecily’s body went rigid, but he cupped her between her legs and circled her clit, his fingers buried deep in her cunt. “Every inch of me, for every inch of you, Cecily.” He pinched her clit and she sucked a breath through her teeth. “Can you take my length, love? Every thick, throbbing inch?”

  She looked over her shoulder and her dark eyes were even darker. “Do it! Fuck my ass!”

  With a groan, he pushed his thick cock through her taut hole, her tight, sensitive ring spreading to take everything he gave. Cecily hissed, and he knew it was from the alien feel. He pinched her clit again, teasing her even as her tense channel squeezed his cock. “So tight. So fucking tight!”

  Pulling back, he plunged again, this time her body ready and waiting for the assault. Riding the wave between pleasure and pain, Cecily ground her ass back, taking him even deeper. The feel of him in her ass and the matching pressure of his fingers in her pussy drove her over the edge, and as she came again, Chase cried out, his cock pulsing deep hot jets. He held her hips as every drop milked from his member, only slumping forward when he was done.

  “That was fucking amazing,” he murmured against her damp skin.

  She chuckled beneath his weight, craning to look at him. “You think?”

  Chase kissed the sweaty hollow, nuzzling the back of her neck before sliding to one side and gathering Cecily in his arms, tight. “How about we make this a nightly thing? You. Me. Mind-blowing sex?”

  She laughed. “Unless you can bend time and space, it’ll be kind of hard with me in New York and you in Boston.”

  He looked at her, his eyes not moving from her smiling gaze. “Not if you marry me.”

  A little stunned, Cecily went up on one elbow. “Did I just hear you right? Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”

  Chase nodded. “Yes. I think we should do it. Marriage is a gamble, regardless. People tie the knot thinking they know the other person inside and out, and more times than not they wind up sleeping next to a stranger. We’re already strangers.” He shrugged. “So, we work backwards, but with a couple of points in our favor.”

  Her lips parted, almost speechless. “Points? Like what?”

  “I like you and you like me, for one. That’s a plus, trust me. I know some married couples who can’t stand being in the same room with each other. Add incredible sex to the mix and it’s a winning start. Besides, it’s only for a year, right?”

  Cecily couldn’t help stiffening a bit. “Wow. Putting it that way really puts an ice-cold eye on the subject. Now I know why you were so stunned when I brought it up.”

  “I was stunned. We knew each other, what? Twelve hours?” He slipped two fingers under her chin. “Things have shifted a bit. I know you a little better, plus there’s the fact I can’t stop thinking about you.”

  “Still—” she hedged. This was what she wanted, but now that Chase agreed, she wasn’t so sure.

  He shook his head. “You didn’t let me finish, Cecily. Yeah, the deal was for one year, but the way I look at it, the deal is one year with an option for another after that, and so forth and so on.”

  Her heart skipped a beat. Was he for real? “I suppose that’s all anyone really signs up for. One day at a time, right?”

  He flashed a gorgeous grin, giving her nose a peck. “Well, technically it’s until death do us part, but with our case we’ll take that under advisement.”

  She looked at him, all joking gone. “Are you sure you want to do this, Chase? There are papers to sign and legal junk that needs to be taken care of first.”

  He nodded, cupping her chin. “Yes. I’m game if you are.”

  She had to stop herself from squealing like a little girl. “When do you want to do this?”

  He shrugged. “Why not now? This is Vegas. All we need is a Justice of the Peace or one of those internet ministers. Hell, they even have drive-thru wedding chapels where you can get fries with your marriage license.”

  “Now?” Cecily balked.

  “Yeah, why not?” He shrugged again.

  Her brows pulled together. “Uhm, maybe because I smell like a well-fucked whore from the strip.”

  He brushed her lips with his. “You’re no whore, but I’d say you were definitely well-fucked. My scent is all over you and I love it.”

  She giggled. “Are you sure you’re not part shifter, because that’s definitely something an alpha male would say.”

  He dragged the tip of his tongue across her bottom lip before leaning in to tug it between his teeth. His mouth took hers again as his hand slipped between her legs. “Don’t you want this?” he whispered against her lips.

  Cecily sucked in a breath as his fingers spread her tender folds again. “I do.”

  “Perfect,” he murmured. “Keep those words handy.”

  10

  God, am I really going to do this?

  The words echoed through Cecily’s mind. The ink on their prenuptial agreement wasn’t even dry, yet here she stood beside a man dressed as Elvis, ready to follow through with this ridiculous scheme. She had been on a contact high the entire time, but now—

  She’d dreamt about her wedding day since she was a little girl, and not one of those daydreams featured Elvis in any way, especially not walking her down the aisle. This was almost surreal. Like a scene from a cheesy romantic comedy. Then again, her life had been a comedy of errors since her father passed, so why would her wedding be any different?

  Except Chase wasn’t an error. Everything in her gut told her he was all she hoped. Even her inner cat purred in agre
ement, despite its impatient pacing. The alpha-feline part of her wanted him. Bad. As in MINE forever, bad. Still, her human side knew this was crazy.

  Cecily drew a steadying breath. Not only wasn’t this situation fair to her, it wasn’t fair to Chase. He was the last of a dying breed. A true gentleman. That he happened to be a sex-on-a-stick hottie was a fringe benefit.

  She silently shook her head. Malcolm was right. She had time to do this organically, so why was she rushing things?

  Because he asked.

  He did. Then again, technically, she asked first, but Chase was the one who asked her now and made all the arrangements. If he didn’t really want this, then why go through all the trouble? Maybe they were both on a contact high.

  Her gaze met his at the opposite end of the tacky aisle, and she held her breath. High was the right word. Especially with their kind of contact. Chase had called their sexcapades mind-blowing. There was no other explanation that made sense. To be standing here right now, they both had to have lost their minds. At least they could plead temporary insanity later.

  As she watched him standing at the end of the white runner, her stomach clenched. Chase was everything she’d ever dreamed about. Gorgeous, sweet, sexy as all get out, and again, he asked her to marry him as well. Plus, he signed Malcolm’s balls-in-a-vice prenuptial agreement without blinking an eye. He had to want this.

  But why? Why would Chase marry someone he barely knew? He liked her. That much she knew for sure, but he certainly wasn’t in love. And for what? The thrill? A gamble?

  She dismissed the self-argument. Time was ticking on so many fronts. If she waited to fall in love organically, and things didn’t work out, she’d have wasted months and months. Still, if she married Chase and it didn’t work out, she’d still be at square one with nothing to show for the effort.

  Except a baby.

  She cringed inside. Chase signed the prenup in good faith, but she still hadn’t told him about that one small requirement. She’d been honest about everything else, so why not that?