The Alpha’s Chase: A Howls Romance

by Taiden, Milly

  There wasn’t another soul around, and he turned toward where she stood, flashing a crooked grin. “Join me for a swim, Mrs. Villarreal?”

  Without waiting for an answer, he dragged the soft cotton tee shirt from his shoulders and stood with the afternoon light winking behind him. The sun on his tanned skin made him look even more Greek god-like, and when his hands moved to the button fly on his shorts, Cecily caught her breath.

  “Wait—” She swallowed as her eyes dipped to his thick crotch. “What if someone comes?”

  He stepped toward her and smiled down at her upturned face. His fingers slid to her waist, curling into the hem of her camisole. With a fluid move, he lifted the shirt off her shoulders, leaving her bare chest pressed to his, her nipples grazing his skin.

  “Someone is definitely going to come,” he whispered, cupping her face. “I’ll see to that.”

  Kissing him, she slid her hands around his back, gliding her fingers across his hard muscles before dipping them beneath the waistband of his shorts.

  “You’re not wearing your bathing suit underneath,” she noted. “Or anything else.”

  He smiled against her lips. “Just my birthday suit. It looks better, don’t you think?”

  Sigh. Did he really have to ask?

  “I’ll take that as a yes,” he said, giving her bottom lip a nip. “And I bet if I slip my hand between her legs, your pussy will be slick to the touch.”

  Chase slid his hand beneath the bottom hem of Cecily’s summer skirt, his fingers pushing her panties aside. Her breath hitched as he drew a single finger across the seam of her moistening folds.

  “Just as I thought. And that answers my next question.” Chase smirked, walking backwards with her toward the water.

  “And what question was that?” she asked.

  “How hard you want me to fuck you,” he answered.

  “But we just—” She glanced toward the house up the side of the mountain.

  He nodded, holding her arms so she didn’t fall. “Yes. We just did, and we will again. Over and over. Isn’t that the definition of a honeymoon?”

  At the edge of the grassy bank, he loosened the tie at the side of her skirt, letting the fabric fall around her bare feet. He placed her hands on either side of his unbuttoned waistband, guiding her fingers to push his shorts from his hips.

  Naked and gloriously erect, he stood back from her as she slipped her panties over her legs, leaving them with her skirt on the ground.

  “Well?” he asked, holding out his hand. “You didn’t answer the question.” With one swift move, he lifted her into his arms and carried her down the bank and into the cool water.

  “Jeez! It’s freezing!” Cecily shivered, wondering if the cold water would affect whatever Chase had planned.

  He grinned, putting her down. Ripples in the water lapped at her naked breasts and her nipples stiffened against the chill. Dipping his head, he cupped her breasts, bringing his mouth to taste the rigid flesh.

  She moaned, digging her hands into his hair. Chase bit down on one hard peak, letting one hand slide beneath the brown water to her pussy. He flicked his tongue to her nipple and then circled the bud before licking his way to the tender flesh beneath her ear.

  “Slick and ready.” He nipped her earlobe. “Your pussy is wet and swollen, Cecily. What do you want, baby? And where do you want it?”

  She wrapped her hand around his shaft and ran her palm along the ridged length. “I’ve got an idea,” she said, eyeing a bolder hidden in tall reeds. Tugging his hand, she led him toward the rock and patted the large flat surface. “Sit.”

  With a smirk, he did as she said and slid his naked ass onto the sun-warmed stone. The water bobbed at his knees and Cecily waded in close, situating herself between his legs.

  “You’ve worked me, now it’s my turn to work you.” She lowered her mouth to his jutting member, cupping his balls in one hand while stroking his hard length with the other.

  She opened her mouth and traced the ridged edge of his swollen head, dropping lower to run the flat of her tongue along the corded vein until she reached the curved velvet peak again. Cecily took his full head into her mouth, opening wide to take him inch by inch until his dick scraped the back of her throat. Even then she relaxed her muscles and took his full length as far as he could go.

  “Holy fuck!” he growled, fisting her hair. “Let me see you. Let me watch you swallow my cock whole.” He gathered her long, dark hair and moved it aside, turning her slightly so he had full view of her deep throat action.

  “That’s it, baby. Take the whole thing. Nice and slow.” He hissed as her teeth grazed his corded flesh. “Use your hand. Mmmm, work me.”

  Sliding him in and out of her mouth, she sucked his member, working him with her mouth and tongue, using her hand to milk his shaft. She glanced up, watching Chase’s jaw tense as she sucked hard and deep, moving her hand faster and faster along with her mouth.

  “I’m going to blow my load,” he ground out and throwing his head back, he sucked a hiss through his teeth, driving his cock deeper into her mouth. Cecily squeezed his shaft, controlling his thrust as hot jets coated her tongue. She swallowed, milking every drop until she licked him clean.

  His body went limp and he slumped forward, letting his cock slip from her mouth. He hugged her shoulders to his chest. “Just when I thought you couldn’t be any more amazing, you pull a deep throat. I think I lost consciousness for a moment there.”

  She chuckled against his chest. “Surprises are something I’m good at, Chase.”

  He straightened, cupping her cheeks as he looked down at her standing in the cold water. “There’s a whole hell of a lot you’re good at, Cecily, and I can’t wait to learn every one of them.”

  He hopped down from the stone and then scooped her into his warm arms. “You’re shivering, but it’s for all the wrong reasons.”

  She laughed. “Oh?”

  He nodded, brushing his lips to hers. “If my wife is going to shiver, it’s going to be because I’ve made her come like a rocket. It’s your turn, lady. So, brace yourself. I’m going to fuck you boneless.”

  14

  The sun dipped lower into the afternoon sky and Cecily snuggled closer to Chase’s sleeping body. He’d thrown an extra blanket into the picnic hamper and used it to cover their earlier exploits from prying eyes. Like it wasn’t obvious what the naked couple underneath the tartan were up to.

  Trying not to disturb him, she kissed his broad back and then reached for her underwear, wiggling them on along with her camisole. Once decently covered, she slipped out from beneath the blanket and tied her skirt around her waist, retying the knot at her hip.

  Neither had eaten a crumb since they got to the lake, and since then the ice had all but melted in the cooler. She pulled a dripping water bottle from the slush, and then opened the wicker basket for a sandwich. Grabbing a family-size bag of chips from the hamper, she walked toward the water, settling on a tufted piece of grass.

  Cecily unrolled the grilled chicken Caesar wrap from its foil wrapper and took half in her hand, taking a bite. The sandwich was an explosion of flavor, and she closed her eyes. Chase wasn’t lying. He had skills. She grinned, suddenly pleased with herself, and plopped another piece of chicken in her mouth. Good in the bedroom and in the kitchen. Win-win. Especially since she hated to cook.

  She had no idea what time it was, nor did she care. For the first time in ages there was no meeting she needed to attend, no emails that needed answering, and no phone calls she needed to return. She hadn’t felt this relaxed in, well, ever. Even at school there was always something pressing, but right now the only thing pressing on her was Chase’s big cock.

  With a satisfied wince, she shifted on the tufted grass, partly because her nether regions were sore to the touch and partly because the thought of Chase’s body made her clit throb for more of him.

  With a sigh, she took another bite and chewed. This was what happy felt like.

 
“Can I have some chips? Please?”

  At the sound of the thin, reedy voice, Cecily swiveled her head around. A little girl with dark, flyaway curls stood about five feet from where she sat. The child wore a cute red and white flowered romper. It was smeared with dirt and when Cecily looked down, the girl’s legs and feet were as well. The poor kid’s white socks and sneakers were soaked and dirty, too.

  “Where are you parents, sweetie?” Cecily asked. The little girl looked no more than five years old.

  The little one didn’t answer, simply pushed her hair from her face and smiled. “I lost a tooth. That makes two.” She held up two fingers and pointed to her two missing bottom teeth. “One fell out last week, and the other one when I brushed my teeth yesterday.”

  “I see that. Did the Tooth Fairy come?” Cecily asked, trying to find out about her family without scaring her.

  The little girl nodded. “She gave me a dollar.” Her toothless grin spread even wider. “Wanna see?”

  Cecily smiled. “No, that’s okay. What’s your name?”

  The child bent to pick a dandelion, twirling it absently in her hand. “Daisy. What’s yours?”

  “Cecily. But my friends call me Cecy.”

  Daisy angled her head, almost as if considering. “Chips are hard to eat without my two teeth. Are they hard for you?”

  Cecily shook her head, pulling the chip bag open and holding it out to the little girl. “Nope. You want some?”

  Daisy plopped down next to her on the grass and put her hand in the bag, pulling out a tiny fist full. She munched slowly, crunching them to the side of her mouth.

  “Daisy, where are your mom and dad? Do they know you’re here by the water?” Cecily tried again.

  The little girl stopped chewing and looked a Cecily. “I don’t know. I think they’re lost.”

  “They’re lost, huh.” Cecily chewed on her lip, considering the child. “Daisy, do you want me to help you find them?”

  The girl nodded, her little lips trembling without warning. “I’ve been looking for them all day, but I don’t know how to find them.”

  The child’s distress was sharp in Cecily’s nose, so she slipped her arm around her narrow shoulders. “It’s okay, Daisy. You don’t have to worry, sweetie. We’ll help you find them. My husband and I won’t leave you alone until we do.”

  The little girl blinked her wet lashes and two tears escaped, each leaving a clean streak down either cheek. “You won’t?”

  Cecily shook her head. “Nope. We’ll help you all we can, but you have to promise to be brave, okay?” She watched immediate trust bloom on the girl’s face, and silently thanked God she ran into her and Chase and not some predator. “Daisy, do you know your last name?”

  She nodded. “Alves. Mommy made me memorize it.”

  “That’s good, honey.” Smoothing the girl’s hair from her face, Cecily gave her a soft smile. This close it was clear the little one was part shifter. No wonder she wandered off. Mountains like these were irresistible to full grown shifters, let alone juveniles too young to understand the dangers.

  “Do you know your mommy and daddy’s names, too?” Cecily asked.

  Daisy blinked, confused. “Mommy and Daddy.”

  The simple innocence of the answer broke Cecily’s heart, and as if the child could sense it, tears threatened again. Cecily shook her head, wiping the child’s face with a napkin. “Ssh, that’s okay, honey. I thought you might know what other people call your mommy and daddy. You know, like what your grandma might call them.”

  Daisy’s eyes widened, and just like that her tears vanished. “Oh! I know! Grandma calls Mommy Linda!”

  A huge smile spread on Cecily’s face. “Good girl. Can you stay right here while I get my phone? I want to see if I can get someone to call your mommy.”

  Daisy nodded, but a small frown creased her forehead. “Can I keep the chips?”

  Cecily laughed. “Of course, honey.” She pushed herself up from the grass, and just then she heard a commotion of voices in the near distance. She shielded her eyes from the sun to see, and then glanced down at the little girl happily munching on potato chips. “I don’t think your mom and dad are lost anymore.” She pointed to the people running toward them.

  Chase. Shit! They last thing either of them needed was a set of worried parents finding their lost daughter with her and her naked husband. She whirled around and nearly knocked Chase over.

  “Way ahead of you, babe,” he replied with a small laugh.

  Cecily let out a breath. “Thank God. I had visions of having to call Malcolm for bail money.”

  He pulled his shirt the rest of the way over his head as Daisy’s parents came into view with the others helping them search. “I have a feeling people would understand. This stretch of lake belongs to the cabin. It’s secluded, and technically we are on our honeymoon.” He pressed a kiss to her temple.

  “Daisy! Oh, thank GOD!” A thin woman with sandy blonde hair rushed forward, scooping the little girl in her arms. “You’re okay. You’re really okay!”

  “Mommy, you’re squishing my chips,” the little girl said in her mother’s panicked embrace.

  The woman was a flood of tears and emotion, all she could do was smooth the child’s hair and face over and over. The others followed on her heels, all of them obviously relieved. A man rushed past the others to squat beside the woman, his face a mask of relief and adrenaline.

  Daisy looked at her ruined sneakers. “I’m sorry, Daddy. I know you said not to leave the porch, but I had to follow the butterfly. The next thing, you and Mommy were lost.”

  At the innocent words, every ounce of the man’s bravado was gone, and he choked back tears as he comforted the child. “You’re safe now, Daisy, and that’s all that matters. Don’t ever do that again, okay? When Mommy and I tell you to stay put, you have to stay where we say.”

  He wiped his eyes on the back of his hand and snaked his other arm around his wife as she snuffled another quiet sob.

  Daisy held the bag of chips to her father and nodded. “Here, Daddy. Mommy didn’t squish all of them. You like chips. They’ll make you feel better.”

  He laughed, wiping his eyes again. “I do like chips, sweetheart. Where did you get them?”

  The little girl pointed to Cecily standing with Chase as the poignant scene unfolded. “Cecy gave them to me. She was gonna help me find you.”

  The man stood, keeping his hand on his wife’s shoulder. “We can’t thank you enough.”

  Cecily gave him a small smile. “You’re very welcome.”

  At the catch in Cecily’s voice, Chase slipped his arm around her shoulder and pulled her into a side hug.

  “I’m Dan Alves. This is my wife, Linda, and of course you know Daisy. How did you find her?” he asked.

  Cecily glanced at Chase before answering. “We didn’t. She found us, or more likely she found our chips. I’m Cecily and this is my—” she hesitated, sparing a glance for Chase. “—my husband, Chase Villarreal.”

  The woman stood as well, a lopsided smile on her wet face. “Then we’re grateful you had them. That brand is her favorite.”

  Dan chuckled, his relief palpable. “Are you two staying in one of the cabins?”

  Chase nodded. “The small one on Precipice Ridge.”

  The man and his wife exchanged a glance and he looked back with a grin. “They call that Lover’s Leap. It’s usually for honeymooners.”

  Chase grinned. “Because of the view, right?”

  “No, because it’s so damn small. You two are on your honeymoon, right?” Dan shook his head.

  Chase spared a glance for Cecily before answering. “Well, actually—yeah. How’d you know?”

  The man chuckled. “The way your wife hesitated when introducing you. It takes some getting used to.”

  Cecily raised an eyebrow. “What does?”

  “Getting used to referring to your spouse as your husband or wife. I can’t tell you how many times I introduced Linda
as my girlfriend in the first couple of months we were married.” He stopped and looked at his wife again. “Listen, we know you’re on your honeymoon and all, but we’d like to thank you properly. We’re hosting a small bonfire on Saturday and would love it if you two could join us. Just a couple of the locals, if you can call us that. Please say you’ll come.”

  Cecily hesitated but then nodded. “We’d love to. Can we bring anything?”

  He shook his head. “Just you and whatever you like to drink. The kiddies will be with grandma, so it’s grown-ups only.” Dan paused for a moment, a question in his eyes. “Puma?” he asked.

  Chase cocked his head, his gaze moving between the two.

  “Uhm, yes,” Cecily replied, sparing a quick glance for her husband. “And you?” She inhaled. “Wolf?”

  Dan grinned, nodding. “After today my guess is every shifter on the mountain knows my scent.” His eyes darted to his wife and daughter. “Linda and I split up the search to cover more ground. She searched the neighborhood perimeter with our friends, and I took to the woods.” He glanced between the two, his eyes wet again. “You can’t truly grasp how much your life changes when you have a child until you’re actually a parent. It shifts your whole perspective.” He chuckled, running a hand through his hair. “Still, I wouldn’t change a single thing.”

  Cecily didn’t reply, but Chase’s arm tightened around her waist.

  “Listen to me ramble like a wizened old dog, long in the tooth. You two are on your honeymoon, so kids are the last thing on your mind.” He winked. “But practicing can be fun, eh?”

  “Dan! Leave them be or they’ll think we’re sex weirdos or swingers or something, and not come Saturday,” Linda scolded, hiking Daisy higher on her hip.

  “Now you have to come, or I’ll never hear the end of it.” He rolled his eyes, soft with laughter. “Eight thirty, then? You can help us stack the logs.”