Chapter 44 From Fury to Fire
Wynter's POV
I took a breath. "And these past two days, I've been watching people. There's a boy in my history class. Owen. He's quiet, nobody notices him. But he's left-handed. And he moves... carefully. Like someone who's used to hiding."
Chase's eyes narrowed, his mind working fast. "Owen... Owen Fletcher? The scholarship student?"
"Yes."
"It fits," Chase murmured, his jaw tightening. "Matthias refused to talk during interrogation. He's protecting someone. But he must have had a runner—someone inside the academy to deliver messages, to keep an eye on you without drawing attention. A quiet, invisible student is the perfect cover."
"So Owen might be the link," I said. "If we can prove he's working for Matthias..."
"Then he can lead us to the person pulling Matthias's strings." Chase nodded, a dangerous glint entering his eyes. "Matthias won't break, but Owen might. He's our only lead right now. We'll get him. I promise."
Then the tension in his shoulders seemed to snap. He let out a long exhale, his forehead dropping to rest against my shoulder.
For a moment, he just stayed there, breathing me in. His arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer, and I felt the rigid tension in his body—the Alpha fury coiled tight beneath his skin. His fingers trembled slightly against my back, as if holding onto me was the only thing keeping him grounded.
Then his nose pressed against the curve of my neck, inhaling deeply, and I felt the exact moment his body began to relax. The heat of my skin seemed to soothe something wild inside him. When he finally pulled back, his eyes had changed—the rage was still there, but beneath it was something darker, hungrier.
"But right now," he rumbled, his voice changing, growing deeper, darker. "I don't want to talk about Owen. Or Matthias. Or my father."
He pulled back further, his gaze dropping to my lips, then lower, to the swell of my breasts beneath my shirt.
"You're safe," he murmured. "That's all that matters. But God, Wynter... do you have any idea how much I missed you?"
The heat in his eyes scorched me. The Bond, sensing his intent, roared to life, flooding my veins with liquid fire. And beneath that heat, I felt something else—the jagged edges of that tearing sensation beginning to smooth, like broken glass being worn down by water. His nearness, his touch... it was the only thing that made the pain bearable.
"I missed you too," I whispered.
"Good."
In one swift motion, his hands moved to the hem of my shirt. He didn't hesitate. He yanked it over my head, tossing it aside, leaving me exposed in my bra.
"Chase—"
He didn't let me finish. He unclasped my bra with a flick of his wrist, the fabric falling away. His eyes darkened to molten gold as he looked at me, his gaze lingering on my bare breasts, nipples already hardening under his stare.
"Beautiful," he breathed, his voice rough with want.
He pulled me forward, capturing my lips in a searing kiss while his hands roamed over my bare back, pressing me closer until my breasts were crushed against the hard planes of his chest. The friction made me gasp into his mouth, and he swallowed the sound hungrily, his tongue sweeping against mine.
"I need you," he growled against my lips, his hands already working at the button of my jeans. "Right fucking now."
He shoved the denim down my hips, his fingers hooking into my panties and dragging them down with it. I kicked them away, suddenly desperate, my hands fumbling with his belt buckle.
"Let me," he said, his voice strained. He stood briefly, stripping off his jeans and boxers in one fluid motion, and my breath caught at the sight of him—his cock was thick and hard, jutting proudly from the dark hair at his groin, the head already glistening with precum.
He sat back down, pulling me onto his lap so I was straddling him. His hands gripped my ass, spreading me open as he positioned himself beneath me.
"I want to watch you take me," he said, his golden eyes locked on mine. "Every inch."
I reached between us, wrapping my fingers around his shaft. He was hot and hard in my hand, the skin silky smooth over steel. I stroked him once, twice, and he groaned, his head falling back against the couch.
"Fuck, Wynter," he hissed. "Don't tease me."
I lifted myself up, guiding the thick head of his cock to my entrance. I was already wet, slick with need, but he was so big that the first push made me whimper.
"Easy," he murmured, his hands steadying my hips. "Take your time, baby. Let yourself adjust."
I sank down slowly, inch by inch, feeling him stretch me open. The burn was intense, almost too much, but then I felt the head of his cock push past that tight ring of muscle and suddenly he was sliding deeper, filling me completely.
"Oh god," I gasped, my nails digging into his shoulders. "Chase—you're so—"
"So what?" he demanded, his voice rough. "Tell me."
"So big," I whimpered. "So deep."
He groaned, his hips bucking up involuntarily, driving himself that last inch inside me. I cried out, my body clenching around him, and he cursed under his breath.
"You feel like heaven," he rasped. "So tight. So fucking perfect."
I started to move, lifting myself up until just the tip of him remained inside me, then sinking back down. The friction was exquisite, every ridge and vein of his cock dragging against my inner walls, hitting spots that made my toes curl.
"That's it," he encouraged, his hands guiding my hips. "Ride me, baby. Take what you need."
I set a rhythm, rising and falling on his lap, my breasts bouncing with each movement. His eyes were glued to them, dark and possessive, and then his hands were there, cupping them, squeezing them, his thumbs brushing over my nipples until I was gasping.
"You like that?" he asked, pinching one nipple between his fingers. "You like when I play with these pretty tits?"
"Yes," I moaned, my head falling back. "God, yes."
He leaned forward, capturing one nipple in his mouth, sucking hard. His tongue flicked over the sensitive peak, then his teeth scraped against it, sending jolts of pleasure straight to my core.
"Chase," I whimpered, my rhythm faltering. "I'm—I'm close—"