Brats
Would I look at Chance differently if he was a wolf? He let out a breath as I pressed the pointy end right below his shoulder. It wasn’t from pain, was it relief? Why would he be relieved? I pushed my weight onto the heel currently pressed into his oh-too-clean white dress shirt, but he didn’t move. This isn’t what I was thinking when I came to his room, but here we both were. Warm hands slid up my calf and stopped around my knee.
A shiver ran up my spine and I took a deep breath as my legs trembled. Misunderstanding my pleasure for shakiness, his hand disappeared from my knee and I peered down my nose at him as he lifted his hand above his head. He was offering to help me steady myself while I hurt him. I took in the gesture and slapped his hand away. I wasn’t like this with anyone else, but with Chance, I could be real, and as much as I hated it, raw. Maybe that fact alone made him special.
I swallowed, ran my tongue over my bottom lip, and waited for a sign. He could tap out, tell me he didn’t do anything to warrant my anger, or tell me he didn’t want this punishment, but that was the thing about Chance. He’d never deny me. He was always here, always present. There was nothing I could do to make him desert me. He wanted me, whatever he could get from me. Chance would take anything I had to give and with his tendency to submit to me, he wouldn’t tell me no. It sent a thrill through me.
“Speak,” I murmured as I dug my heel deeper into his skin.
“I was waiting for you. After what happened the other day, I didn’t know if you would show up again,” he answered. If he felt pain, I heard none in his voice. I gripped his head to steady myself.
“You didn’t answer my question,” I whispered as I used some of my wolfish strength. He groaned as I dug deeper.
“I wasn’t lying, Luna,” he grunted.
“Have you ever lied to me?” I asked curiously.
“Not on purpose, Lu—”
I wrenched my heel from his chest and threw it over his shoulder. His head turned slightly inward, and I fought the urge to smile.
“Look at me,” I demanded. He raised his head, and I gripped his chin as gray eyes flashed.
“Yes, Luna?” he rasped.
“Does it hurt?” I asked.
“No,” he answered.
“You said you don’t lie to me,” I tutted.
“I’m not. It feels good,” he whispered.
“The pain felt good?” I asked. He shook his head. Turning his head, he kissed the inside of my thigh and I bit my lip.
“Being useful to you feels good,” he groaned. The honesty in his gaze squeezed all the air from my lungs.
“Chance,” I sighed. “What am I going to do with you?”
In one swift movement, he’s coming up. His arm grips my leg and brings it down around his waist. His arm wraps around my back as I’m swooped into the air.
“What do you think you’re doing?” I asked.
“You asked me what you were going to do with me. I took that as permission to respond. You’re not the only one that can do things differently,” Chance murmured. I squished my chest against his chiseled one as he carried me further into the room.
“I don’t remember agreeing to this,” I said.
“We both know you’re in control here. At any moment since I lifted you into the air, you could have ordered me to put you down and I would have obeyed. I think we both know you want to see what I’m going to do, so why don’t you enjoy the ride?”
I bit my lip and looked up at him through my lashes. He was right, and I approved. I like this side of Chance. He seems more confident, more sure in our relationship than I am. Or maybe he’s always been like this, he’s just waited for me to give him the okay. My gaze trails down his face and rests on his chin. I follow the stubble along his jaw. Ignoring the way my stomach churns and the gnawing feeling of something eating away at my soul.
I shove my stupid heart down and take a deep breath. I know where listening to my heart would lead me and I’d much prefer what Chance has in mind. The only thing following it would do would lead me to more pain. I can practically feel obsidian eyes glaring holes into my back, but I know it’s all in my head, I know where he is, and that’s not here with me.
He’s halfway across the room now, and on an exhale, I wrap my arms around his neck. I’m aware of his hard, long cock pressed against my lifted thigh. My lips part and my breathing picks up. I realize that I may have been the one to come here. The man that waited on the other side of the door was a lion, and I willingly walked into his den. He lowers himself to the seat, and I slide down his abdomen and sit on the large bulge beneath me. The lion is ravenous, and as I squeeze my thighs together, the look in his eyes says he’s about to devour me. It doesn’t scare me, Chance could never. I want him to make me forget everything outside of this room.
Even being in this position reminds me of Shane and our first and only night together. My throat tightens as my fingers tremble. I hate that he’s intruding on this moment. I don’t want to remember him, nor do I want to think of him. I lean back and grip Chance’s thighs behind me to stop myself from falling. His lust filled gaze trails down my chest, my stomach, and stops on the exposed skin of my thighs.
“No one deserves you, but damn the gods, I’m selfish. I don’t care what brought this on,” Chance groaned.
“Now that you have me right where you want. What are you going to do with me?” I teased.
“I’m going to feast on you. Spread your legs for me,” Chance demanded. I arched my eyebrow but the nub between my legs pulsed violently.
“And what if I don’t?” I asked. The thought of him playing the dominant one made me giggle. He leaned forward until his lips were next to my ear.
“Then I’ll have to show you what happens to brats that don’t listen,” Chance whispered seductively.
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