“Good.” She stroked his erection through the towel around his waist, provoking another one of those deep growls that sent jolts through her body to centralize on her clit. “I’m ready, Chase.”
He caressed the silk over her abdomen, stroking the fabric that covered her pussy before slipping a finger under the hem of the matching panties. His fingers played with her clit, then found her entrance. “I can tell.”
His touches on her flesh always aroused her, but lying there in his arms, knowing what she was about to give herself over to threw her body into high gear, and she arched upward, rubbing her pussy against his palm. Chase applied pressure over her mound, rubbing her with the heel of it. She closed her eyes against the sensation, at first unable to speak, grasping his shoulders like they were an anchor.
When she opened her eyes, he was staring at her face and her pussy clenched and creamed at the intensity she saw there. “No,” she breathed when she could find the words. It was difficult to talk with him watching her like that while he stroked her own moisture over her clit. “I mean, I’m really ready. I want you to claim me, Chase.”
She heard another growl, and then his mouth sought hers in a fierce kiss, his lips finding hers as his fingers pressed between her legs, pushing inside her. He finger-fucked her until she was gasping for breath against the lips that still claimed hers. Then, suddenly, he was pulling his fingers out of her pussy, leaving her to whimper at the loss.
He covered her then, with the length of his body, pushing his unbelievably hard cock up against her wet cunt. When he rotated his hips, she thought she would lose her mind, and reached down to claw at her negligee. Why had she ever put the stupid thing on? There should never be anything between them—never.
“Not yet,” he told her, capturing her hands and lifting them high above her head, then pinning her wrists with one hand.
He kissed his way to where the top of her bodice met her flesh, then ran his tongue along the edge of the fabric, pulling until her breasts popped out. His mouth was on her breasts then, teasing as much as it pleasured, biting, licking, and sucking her nipples.
Avery struggled to free her hands, needing to touch him, too, or barring that, to at least have something to hold onto, but he held her fast as he used his mouth on her, only letting go when he began to make his way back down her body. Avery knew what was coming, and wiggled her ass out of her panties as he tugged them down. She’d been on the receiving end of that talented mouth several times, but that didn’t stop her from digging her fingers into his short hair and holding her breath in anticipation. At the first touch of his tongue to her pussy, she made a sound she didn’t even recognize, halfway between a shout and a moan. She’d thought he’d just push himself inside her pussy and then immediately bite her. She wouldn’t have had a problem with that at all. This, however, was a whole lot better.
* * * *
Chase tasted his mate’s pussy, lapping the cream at her entrance before moving up to suckle her clit. He knew she was more than ready. Her body always responded to him quickly and completely, but he couldn’t just take her. Not yet. When she’d said she was ready for him, his first instinct had been to tear the fabric she’d wrapped herself in away from her body and plunge into her pussy without preamble, but he’d forced himself to wait. He wanted her screaming in his arms before he took her and joined them forever. He wanted her so out of her mind with pleasure that she wouldn’t feel the pain of his bite.
He couldn’t pretend the waiting was easy, though. Both man and wolf urgently wanted inside her. The taste of her and the sounds of her moans were his only consolation. He loved the taste of her cream and the sweet scent of her pussy. If she wanted him to, he’d eat her pussy every day for the rest of their lives together.
“God, Chase. Oh, God, yes.” She pumped her pussy against his mouth, then pulled back, gasping, only to move forward again in a slow grind.
He could tell she was getting close, so he buried his face between her legs and rolled, clasping her thighs to make sure she went with him. Lying on his back, he looked up at her. He’d never seen a sight more beautiful than his mate’s face, flushed with need. “Ride me,” he told her.
That was another thing he loved about Avery. He didn’t think there was a shy bone in her body. She began a slow rocking back and forth against his mouth, which gradually became full-fledged fucking. Chase urged her on, holding her hips to keep her steady as she spread her cream all over his face. When he heard that tell-tale hitch in her breathing and her movements grew erratic, he wet a finger in her juices and slid it into her asshole. Her response was immediate and explosive. Leaning forward to grip the headboard, she slid her pussy back and forth, faster and faster, as he worked his finger inside her. She came with a shout that brought his wolf howling to the surface. “Fuuuuuck! Fuck…me!” she shouted.
That was exactly what Chase intended to do.
* * * *
Avery was still in the throes of her climax when she found herself flat on her back, confronting what she thought of as her wolf man for the first time. Chase had always fucked her well, but he’d always seemed to hold on to some semblance of control. This time was different.
The towel had fallen away, and she only had a moment to drool at his cock, swollen beyond belief, before he was straddling her head, the dick in question barely an inch from her mouth. Avery gladly opened wide to take him, and he pushed inside her mouth, groaning loudly as he pumped in as far as he could go, pulled back and glided in again. She’d just reached up to clutch his ass, settling in to bring him off in her mouth, when he pulled away, lifted her legs over his shoulders and entered her, snarling as he thrust so deeply his balls slapped her ass.
Her pussy, still sensitive from her climax, took hold of his cock and clenched and squeezed hard enough to make them both moan. He drove into her in hard, measured strokes at first. She could do nothing more than lie there and take his thrusts, which came harder and faster until she was clutching the bed sheets and lifting her hips to meet each of his strokes.
The headboard pounded against the wall each time he surged forward, and she had a moment to feel glad Gypsy wasn’t out there listening. It was only a moment, though, because he found her clit with his thumb then. One stroke, two, three, and she was coming again. Her pussy clamped down on his cock and held firm, then convulsed in another climax.
Chase pulled out of her, and she reached for him, acutely aware that he hadn’t come yet.
“On your knees,” he said, his voice thick and deep, his words practically grunts.
Avery did as she was told, letting him turn her away from him. In the short time they’d known each other, she’d already learned that obeying her man in bed meant hard climaxes for her.
He drawled a growl, squeezing an ass cheek in each hand.
Avery looked over her shoulder at him. His canines had enlarged and were now protruding from his mouth. Her man looked dangerous, deadly even, and sexy as hell. She wiggled her ass in invitation, and he immediately took her up on it, burying himself deep inside her slick walls and beginning to thrust away.
He was by no means gentle this time. In fact, he took her fiercely, but his passion, the abandonment with which he took her, caught fire inside her and soon she was urging him on.
“Harder,” she told him. “Take me, Chase. Fuck me harder.”
His breathing grew labored and his words were hardly more than grunts. “Mine,” he snarled in her ear.
And she agreed with him wholeheartedly. He possessed her fully, driving himself into her pussy and clutching the headboard to cage her in. She felt full beyond belief and more out of control than she’d ever been. She reached between her own legs to clutch her pussy, not caressing herself this time. No, this time she held on in an effort to contain it. She could feel the orgasm building deep inside her, then rushing forward to shatter her utterly and completely. Avery couldn’t catch her breath, couldn’t stop the wave threatening to crash down and carry her away with it.
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She was holding on to the edge of pure bliss when Chase came down on her shoulder, his teeth piercing deep. She felt it, felt the pain, but she was too far gone to care. No longer capable of forming thoughts, she didn’t consciously scream or shout. His name was torn from her throat, ripped out of her body as she gave herself over to a climax that locked every muscle and shook her to the core.
* * * *
Blood pounded in Chase’s ears as he took his mate, holding onto the headboard for leverage. Her moans and whimpers drove him as crazy as the slickness of her pussy. He didn’t think his cock had ever been so hard before, nor had any woman felt so perfect under him. She took each thrust like she was born to take him and then begged for more.
His wolf growled and groaned watching her ass shake as he fucked her, wanting to possess her, intent on branding her pussy walls with the imprint of his dick.
Claim her. Mark her, his wolf chanted at him, making his head spin as the man inside fought to keep the beast restrained. The beast wanted loose to sink his teeth into her soft flesh and taste her surrender whether it pained her or not. The wolf wanted the unmitigated bliss that would come from uniting not only their bodies but also their souls.
The man wrestled with the wolf, even as his balls filled and his cock felt as if it would explode with even one more stroke inside her pussy, let alone enough to push her over the edge. His need was so great to seal their bond that he was losing his ability to think and reason. When the clenching and squeezing of her pussy gave way to the tell-tale pulsations that marked her orgasm, Chase lost it completely, rearing back to roar into the darkness before he fell forward, wrapping his arms around her waist to hold her still, to hold her tight while he finally took what fate had ordained his.
The bite was deep and the pleasure practically excruciating. He rocked into her one last time before his cock exploded on his own release, shooting wads of cum deep inside her. As his seed flowed into his mate’s body, their souls intertwined, and for the first time, he heard her thoughts, felt her heart beating as if it were his own, and gasped as the shocks of pleasure from her orgasm melded with his. He couldn’t move, he couldn’t think. For the first time in his life, all he could do was feel.
* * * *
Avery wasn’t sure how long they remained in that position, her on all fours with his strong arms holding her up, literally supporting the body that wanted to go limp. She’d never experienced anything like that before, never even thought anything so stratospheric was possible. She’d come harder than she ever had, with his canines sunk into her shoulder. But she hadn’t just come. No, she’d heard his voice inside her head and felt his climax as if it were her own. It had prolonged her orgasm, making it a continuous wave that might never end. Thank God it had ended. Thank God, because Avery was suddenly very much convinced that one could die from too much sensation.
Gradually, her breathing slowed and her heart stopped feeling as if it would jump out of her chest and run a few miles without her. Chase eased out of her, lowering her to rest in his arms, her back against his chest. They were both covered in sweat, but Avery couldn’t bring herself to care. She felt her body shutting down, sleep swooping in to take over.
“Someday…” she whispered into the peace of the night. “Someday when we can actually move, we have to do that again.”
He laughed, a low, rumbling sound that vibrated against her back. “I’m going to spend a lifetime making love to you.”
Avery didn’t know if she could handle anything so earth-shattering every night, but she wasn’t one to back down from a challenge. Her last thought before sleep took her was how happy she was going to make Chase and what an interesting adventure their life together would be.
Chapter 13
“I’m going to die.” Avery knew her words to be true, and just then, she didn’t care.
“You won’t. Stop saying that.” Chase was sponge-bathing her for what had to be the fifth time that day, but it was all for naught. As soon as she felt a little better, the chills would start again, as would the shaking. Then the fever would return and she’d be back in hell again.
“I’m so sorry, baby,” Chase said. “It’s almost over.”
“Lies. You tell lies.” Avery had gone into this with eyes wide open, and it had even seemed like a good idea, too. She’d wanted to be like him, a wolf, and had said she’d walk through fire to get the chance. Well, she was getting what she wished for. At least she wasn’t sick to her stomach anymore. “Did you know it would be like this?”
He frowned. “No. I told you about the fever, and the pain, but it’s different for everyone and born shifters don’t go through this. Even for a human, though, you seem to have a bad case of it.”
“Well, if you didn’t know that, how do you know I won’t die?”
“Because I won’t allow it. The shift makes you stronger, not weaker, and the fever is part of the process. It’s just…harder on you, for some reason.”
Chase had been her rock since the beginning of her change. He’d been right there, holding her in his arms when she shook and cried out, holding her hair back when she puked, and cleaning the sick off her each time she finished. When sponge-bathing didn’t work, he drew a cool bath for her and climbed in with her, holding her while the water helped bring her temperature down.
It had been three days of the change so far, and she didn’t think he’d slept much. Thankfully, she couldn’t say the same for herself. Sleep was her only escape.
On the second day of her change, Gypsy had come back to help, and she’d brought food for them. Chase had devoured it, but Avery couldn’t even look at food by then. While Avery lay fighting the pain of her body becoming something else altogether, Gypsy read to her from a vampire novel. It was authored by a writer Avery had never heard of, and it was a good story, though Gypsy made it hilarious by creating a different voice to go along with each character. It had been a good distraction, though nothing could distract her now. All she had to look forward to were the long stretches when she’d fall into a fever sleep and could escape for a while.
“Great. Now I’m cold again.” Despite the discomfort of the chills, she still preferred them to the fire.
Chase immediately abandoned her sponge bath and climbed into bed with her, pulling her into his arms and giving her his heat.
It wasn’t long before her teeth started chattering. “You said…you said…it wouldn’t be long.”
“It won’t be. This is the end of it.” He pulled her in tighter and buried his face in her hair, effectively curling himself around her.
Avery took some small measure of comfort in his woodsy smell. If she wasn’t dying, it would be intoxicating. As it was, she wasn’t long for this world. “Take care of Roscoe, okay?”
“Don’t start,” he grumbled at her. “If I’d known your change would be this severe, I wouldn’t have bitten you. I swear I would never have bitten you.”
She believed him. Her Chase, her wolf, would never let her suffer through so much pain and sickness. Unfortunately, he was fooling himself about her survival. She hadn’t been able to keep anything down in two days, but the fever was the real problem. It would kill her.
When the heat came on again, Avery lay limp, accepting. Chase jumped up and went back to his routine of trying to make her more comfortable, but she was done. She was barely conscious of him pulling her into his arms and carrying her back to the bathroom. Another bath? Another shower? She didn’t care. When the darkness reached out to grab her, she gladly surrendered.
* * * *
Chase hated the change. He’d meant what he said to Avery. If he’d known it would be so bad, he would have only marked her. He wouldn’t have bitten her to start the change. She’d been in so much pain, so ill. The fever was the worst of it. At one point, she’d hallucinated and started fighting him. Finally, she’d fallen back to sleep.
He’d managed to take her into the shower with him, then carry her back to his bed without waking her. He’d l
eft her wet. His mother said that would help cool her off some. She’d also insisted Avery wouldn’t die. Everyone he called with experience dealing with the change in humans had sworn she wouldn’t die. Still, he wanted to punch something or someone every time Avery mentioned her impending demise.
Someone knocked twice on her bedroom door. Chase was just asking who it was, when the door opened and Liam walked in. “What the fuck, man?” Chase glared at Liam as he covered Avery. If Liam said the wrong thing this time, he’d be the someone to get punched.
“Wasn’t sure you’d let me in.”
Liam and Noah had shown up with a poultice from their mother shortly after Gypsy had arrived. Chase had been upset to see Liam and had lost it, blaming Liam for being so suspicious of her in the first place. To his credit, Liam didn’t fire back and they hadn’t come to blows. He even handed back Avery’s journals as a sort of peace offering.
“How is she doing now?” Liam asked. “Mom said she wanted to come, but you wouldn’t let her.”
“You know how she gets. It’s too hard on her to see anyone suffer. She’d spend the whole time fighting back tears. I don’t want to put her through that.”
“You’re right. It would probably remind her too much of her own change.” Liam sat in the chair Chase had pulled into the room for Gypsy. “So, I’m going to hold down the fort. You sleep.”
“No. Something might go wrong. I need to stay awake in case she needs me.”
“That’s an order, Chase. If she wakes up, even for a second, I’ll wake you.”
He was exhausted. He hadn’t slept for more than a few minutes in three days. “A quick nap. That’s it.”
Chase crawled under the covers and took his sweaty mate into his arms, closing his eyes. His eyelids felt like lead. “Thanks, man.”
* * * *
Avery woke up feeling like something had crawled into her mouth, pissed around, and then died. She opened her eyes cautiously, waiting for the pain to kick in or the fever to light her body up again. It didn’t happen, so she looked around for Chase. His scent seemed to come at her from every part of the room, but it was thickest behind her. When she rolled over, she found him sitting up in a chair, asleep.
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