Chapter 131 Love Before Battle
Wynter‘s POV
His mouth replaced his hand, his tongue circling my nipple before he sucked it into his mouth. The wet heat combined with the gentle suction made me cry out, my hand threading through his hair.
"Chase," I gasped. "That feels so good."
His hand slid down my body, over my ribs, across my belly, until his palm cupped my sex.
The heat of his touch made me gasp, made my hips lift instinctively.
"You're so wet already," he said, wonder in his voice. His fingers began to explore, parting my folds to find the slick heat beneath. "Is this all for me?"
One finger found my clit, circling it with light touches that made me whimper. "Chase, please—"
"Tell me what you need," he said.
"More pressure," I gasped. "Harder—"
He obeyed, his finger pressing firmly against the swollen nub, and pleasure sparked through me. His other hand moved lower, one finger sliding inside me slowly, carefully.
The intrusion made me tense—not painful, but strange. Chase froze immediately.
"Okay?" he asked softly.
I nodded, forcing myself to relax. "Okay. Just go slow."
He did, moving his finger with care. When he added a second finger, the stretch was more intense but not painful. His fingers curved inside me, searching, and suddenly he found a spot that made me see stars.
"There," I gasped, my back arching. "Oh God, right there—"
His thumb found my clit again, circling in rhythm with the movements inside me. The dual stimulation was overwhelming, pleasure building fast and intense.
"Let go, baby," he encouraged. "I want to feel you come."
His words pushed me over the edge. My orgasm crashed through me in waves, my inner walls clenching around his fingers. Through the Bond, Chase felt every second of it.
When the waves subsided, I collapsed back, boneless and gasping. Chase withdrew his fingers carefully and pulled me against his chest.
"That was—" I started, but couldn't find words.
"I know," he said softly. "But we're not done yet."
He shifted, moving to kneel between my legs. His cock was fully erect, and for a moment fear flickered through me.
"We'll go slow," he promised, leaning down to kiss me. "If it hurts, tell me and we'll stop. Okay?"
"Okay," I breathed.
He positioned himself at my entrance. "Ready?"
"Yes."
He began to push forward, and I felt the broad head stretching me open. The sensation was intense—not quite painful, but definitely uncomfortable. I tensed involuntarily.
Chase froze. "Breathe, baby," he said softly. "Just breathe."
I forced myself to take a deep breath, to relax. His thumb found my clit, circling gently, and the pleasure helped.
"You're doing so well," he murmured. "Just a little more."
He pushed forward again, and suddenly he was fully inside me. We both froze, overwhelmed—me by the incredible fullness, him by the tight heat.
"Oh God," I gasped. "You're so—"
"I know," he said, voice strained. "You feel incredible."
He held still, letting me adjust. Slowly the discomfort faded, replaced by a rightness.
"You can move," I said finally.
He began to withdraw slowly, then pushed back in. The sensation was better this time—the fullness, the friction, the way he touched something deep inside me.
"Faster," I gasped. "I need more—"
His pace increased, his hand finding my clit again. Through the Bond, I felt his pleasure building with mine.
"We're going to survive this, Wynter," he said, his voice determined. "We're going to live through tomorrow."
"Promise me," I sobbed, tears streaming as pleasure overwhelmed me.
"I promise," he said fiercely. "I swear—we will survive."
His words pushed me over the edge. My second orgasm hit hard, triggering his. Through the Bond, our pleasure fed back and forth, intensifying until I thought I might black out.
When it subsided, Chase collapsed beside me, pulling me against his chest.
"I love you," he said, voice rough. "More than anything."
"I love you too," I whispered. "Always."
We lay tangled together as exhaustion claimed us. The last thing I felt before sleep took me was Chase's hand in my hair, and his voice repeating his promise like a prayer.
"We'll survive. We'll have forever."
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I woke to pale dawn light. Chase was already awake, watching me.
"Good morning," he said softly.
"Morning," I whispered, suddenly shy.
"How do you feel?"
I took inventory. Yes, there was soreness, but it wasn't painful. "Good," I said.
A knock at the door shattered our peace. "Lord Chase Sterling. Your father requests your presence. The troops are assembling."
Reality crashed back. Chase's expression shifted to the Alpha heir preparing for war.
"Time to get ready," he said.
We dressed in silence. I helped him with his armor, each strap feeling like protection I was adding to keep him safe.
When I was done, he took my face in his hands. "Remember what I promised. We're going to survive this."
"I remember," I whispered.
We walked toward the courtyard and saw that Lord Aldric had already fired three silver signal flares into the sky.