Intentions
Now that I’ve done it, I don’t know what I was expecting to find. I didn’t even wipe my face, but I refuse to be weak with Chance. Before I can change my mind, I lift my chin and walk into the room like I’ve done a million times before. The door closes behind me and just like that, the low smooth music meant for VIP guests muffles and replaces the music from the club.
My eyes flutter shut as I inhale the familiar scent of pine and campfire.
The last of my tears escape and stream down my cheeks. Opening my eyes, my gaze slides over the room until I find him sitting on the opposite side of the room, in my seat. He looks as charming as ever with a white buttoned up dress shirt. His eyes are wide in surprise and his jaw is hanging open.
Chance was not expecting me to burst into his room and that only pleases me. This is the first time I’ve walked into this room with him in here to not find him on his knees. While this irritates me, I get why he isn’t in his usual position. I’ve made him wait, and after he ate me out, I didn’t bother texting or calling him. There was no guarantee that I’d come back for him today or any other day.
Yet here he is, waiting for me.
I don’t deserve this loyalty he’s showing me, not after I’ve been with Shane at the drop of a pin, not when I’ve known Chance for so much longer and haven’t done anything like what I did with my mate. I definitely don’t deserve him, especially not when I came in here with the intentions that I have. Chance blinks once, twice, three times before he realizes I’m not a figment of his imagination.
I’m actually here and I’m not leaving. He jumps to his feet, and in a few quick strides, he’s in front of me. I crane my neck to look up at him. His hands move to my face before they freeze. His gray eyes lock on my brown ones as he asks for permission. I nod curtly as his large hands gently cups my cheeks. Images of Star’s flushed cheeks, her eyes rolled back in euphoria, and Shane’s uncaring gaze as I watch them together.
Chance’s thumbs lightly brush the last of my tears out of the way. This caring side of him has what’s left of my fragile walls trembling. Fresh tears prick the corner of my eyes, but before I can lose myself to the stupid emotions bubbling up, Chance releases me and drops to his knees. My throat tightens as I tuck my chin in and stare down at his bowed head. This man knows exactly what to do to make me feel better. He’s handing me the one thing I don’t have with Shane: control.
How could he know what I needed?
Does he know what taking that position means to me?
Does he know his submission strokes the fires of my arousal, as well as soothe the burn left by what I saw outside?
“What am I doing here, Chance?” I murmured.
“Whatever it is you want, Luna,” he breathed. Without lifting his head to look at me, he leaned forward until he bumped my waist. His shoulders sagged as he inhaled deeply. “I don’t care why you’re here, nor do I care about what brought you here. All I know is you need me, you sought me out, and you found me. I know my place and I’m okay waiting.”
“Chance,” I started.
“I’m glad you’re here,” he whispered.
I took a step back, but his eyes remained on the floor. Good boy. I was never outright mean to chance, but I was feeling out of sorts today. Goddess, I had been since the night I met Shane. I was pleased that he was listening, but I couldn’t help but wish he’d disobey, piss me off, and require punishment. We both enjoyed it when he did. I curled my toes as the image of Star milking what’s mine flashed at the forefront of my mind.
Korra growled, and it felt like I was ready to shift. We both wanted to lash out, and with the full moon so close, I was itching to shift. Chance and I had a way of doing things. It was almost like a dance. I did one thing, and he knew how to behave, but not today. I was changing the tune, and I’d be moving to a different tempo. I was going to punish him, anyway.
“You say you’re okay waiting, but when I came into the room you weren’t in position. You weren’t waiting for me at all, were you? Were you lying to me, Chance?” I asked. My voice was low, my tone threatening.
I wouldn’t be okay until I did something. He wasn’t at fault here, wasn’t the object of my pain, but he’d made it clear to me he didn’t care about what I did with him. He just wanted to be useful, wanted me to need him. And right now, all I wanted to do was use him. I didn’t care about the repercussions, didn’t care about the outcome of what I did today, nor did I care if I lost him after this. A part of me knew there was nothing I could do that would make him leave me.
He didn’t answer, like I knew he wouldn’t. I hadn’t given him permission to speak. Korra purred as I lifted my knee and pointed my killer heels at his chest. He held his breath as he felt my movement. It was little things like this that caused me to wonder if Chance could be from my world, but a part of me denied it. A wolf wouldn’t submit like this to anyone, nor would he do it while the one standing above him was called Luna.
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