Chapter 120 After the Storm
Wynter‘s POV
" Eight days," I said, watching Chase roll his shoulder experimentally in the Safe house courtyard. "That's finally took for your wolf to burn through the silver."
He stretched his arm overhead, then dropped into a fighting stance with fluid grace. "It's like it never happened."
Maya examined the scar with practiced efficiency. "Clean. No trace of silver left. You're cleared for travel, Alpha Sterling."
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An hour later, we gathered in the war room. Jax spread a map across the table.
"Emerald Valley or Silvermoon?"
Chase leaned over the map, shoulder brushing mine. "Emerald Valley. Closer, and Lord Julian knew your father."
I'm scared, I admitted through the Bond. What if he doesn't believe us?
He will, Chase sent back. Because you're Arthur's daughter. Because we have proof.
"We leave at dawn," Jax confirmed.
The meeting continued, but I was hyperaware of every point where Chase's body touched mine. Through the Bond, I felt his matching awareness, heat building with every casual touch.
Tonight, his mental voice whispered.
Tonight, I agreed.
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That afternoon, I slipped into the forest behind the Safe house. I'd barely gone fifty yards when I heard Chase's footsteps.
"You shouldn't be alone."
I turned. He stood backlit by sun, and the way he looked at me made heat pool low in my belly.
"I keep thinking about my Lord Julian," I said. "About what he would say."
Chase closed the distance, hands finding my waist. "He'd be proud."
"When I was lying there with silver in my veins," he continued, voice rough, "all I could think about was you. How I might never get to tell you how much I need you. Not just want—need. Like breathing."
I rose on my toes, and his mouth met mine halfway. The kiss quickly deepened. Chase's hands tightened, pulling me flush. I could feel his arousal pressing against my hip.
"Chase! Wynter!" Jax's voice cut through. "Dinner's ready!"
We broke apart, breathing hard.
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Dinner was torture. Every time I looked up, Chase's dark eyes were on me.
"You two are unusually quiet," Jax observed.
After barely touching my food, I announced, "I'm turning in early."
"I'll walk you to your room," Chase said immediately.
At my door, Chase stopped, hand bracing against the frame.
"Wynter, I don't want to pressure you—"
I cut him off by grabbing his shirt and pulling him into a kiss that held nothing back.
"Inside," I gasped. "Now."
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The door clicked shut. Chase backed me against it, his mouth finding mine. His tongue swept in, hands roaming my body. I could feel the hard length of him through our clothes.
With effort, I pushed against his chest. "Wait. Not like this."
"What's wrong?"
"Tonight, I want to take care of you. The way you've always taken care of me."
Heat flared in his eyes. "Wynter—"
"I want to make you feel good. Will you let me?"
"Yes. Anything you want."
I guided him to the bed. When his knees hit the mattress, he sat, eyes never leaving mine.
My heart pounded as I knelt before him. My hands moved to his pants, working the fastenings.
I slid his pants down. His cock sprang free, already hard and flushed, the head glistening with precum.
For a moment I just looked, taking in every detail—the thick length, the prominent veins, the way it curved slightly upward.
"Fuck, Wynter," Chase breathed. "The way you're looking at me right now—"
I wrapped my hand around the base, feeling the heat and hardness. His cock pulsed in my grip.
"God, yes," he groaned. "Your hand feels so good."
I began to stroke him slowly, learning what he liked. When I twisted my wrist on the upstroke, his eyes rolled back.
"Just like that," he encouraged. "Fuck, that's perfect."
I leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the head of his cock. Chase's whole body jerked.
"Jesus Christ."
I did it again, this time letting my tongue flick out to taste the bead of precum. The taste was salty and musky and uniquely Chase.
"Wynter, baby, you're killing me," he groaned, hand tangling gently in my hair. "That feels incredible."
I took the head into my mouth, lips wrapping around the crown as my tongue swirled over the sensitive underside.
"Fuck!" Chase's hips jerked. "Sorry, I—"
"Don't apologize," I said, pulling back. "I like it. I like knowing I'm making you feel this good."
"You have no idea how good this is."
I took him deeper, relaxing my throat, and felt his thighs tense. Through the Bond, his pleasure washed over me—the wet heat of my mouth, the suction, the way my tongue traced patterns along his length.
"That's it," Chase encouraged, voice rough. "Take more of me. Fuck, your mouth is perfect."
I hollowed my cheeks, increasing the suction as I bobbed my head. My hand worked what I couldn't fit, stroking in rhythm. Chase's breathing grew ragged.
"Wynter, baby, you're so fucking good at this," he groaned. "So good. Don't stop."
I increased my pace, one hand moving to cup his balls, rolling them gently. Through the Bond, I felt his pleasure building.
"Fuck, fuck, I'm getting close," Chase warned. "Wynter, if you don't want me to come in your mouth, you need to stop now."
Instead of stopping, I took him as deep as I could and swallowed around him.
Chase's back arched, a shout tearing from his throat. "Fuck! Wynter, I'm—"
His cock pulsed as he came, hot spurts hitting the back of my throat. Through the Bond, I felt his orgasm like my own—intense release, pleasure so sharp it bordered on pain.
I swallowed what he gave me, working him through it until his trembling subsided.
Chase reached down and pulled me onto the bed, rolling to face me with eyes still dark.
"That was—fuck, Wynter. That was the most incredible thing I've ever felt."
"I wanted to make you feel good."
"You did." His thumb brushed my lower lip. "But now—" his eyes darkened, "—it's my turn."
"Chase, you should rest—"
"I feel perfectly fine," he said, moving over me. "Better than fine. And I need to taste you. Need to make you come on my tongue before I fuck you properly."
His words sent heat flooding between my thighs.
"You like that idea," he observed with a wicked grin, hands working on my shirt. "Like the thought of my mouth on your pussy."
"Yes," I admitted breathlessly.
"Good. Because I'm going to make you scream my name."
He pulled my shirt open, exposing my breasts. His mouth closed over one nipple, sucking hard while his hand cupped the other, thumb brushing over the peak. I arched into him with a moan.
"So responsive," he murmured, teeth grazing the sensitive bud. "I love how your body reacts to me."
He lavished attention on my breasts until I was writhing beneath him, hands fisted in his hair.
"Chase, please," I gasped.
"Please what?" His hand slid down to cup me through my pants. "Tell me what you want, baby."
"I want your mouth on me," I finally managed. "I want you to make me come."
"Fuck, yes," Chase growled, pulling my pants and underwear down in one smooth motion.
He settled between my thighs, and then his mouth was on me.
His tongue swept through my folds in one long, slow lick. "Fuck, you taste incredible," he groaned. "I could do this for hours."
His tongue circled my clit in teasing patterns. When I whimpered in frustration, I felt him smile against me.
"Patience, baby. I'm going to make this so good for you."
He dipped lower, his tongue pushing inside me, and I cried out. Through the Bond, I felt his satisfaction.
"Chase, please," I begged. "I need—"
"I know what you need." His mouth moved back to my clit, giving me direct pressure. At the same time, he slid two fingers inside me, curling them to hit that perfect spot.