Chapter 121 Always Together
Wynter‘s POV
"Oh God!" I gasped, hips bucking.
"That's it," he encouraged. "Ride my face, baby. Take what you need."
His fingers pumped steadily while his tongue worked my clit with perfect rhythm.
"Chase, I'm close," I warned.
"Good." He increased his pace. "Come for me, Wynter. I want to taste you when 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, I felt his satisfaction.
When he finally pulled back, his face was wet with my arousal, eyes almost black with desire.
"You taste even better when you come," he said, crawling up my body. He kissed me deeply, letting me taste myself. "And watching you fall apart like that is the hottest thing I've ever seen."
I could feel his cock, hard again and pressing against my thigh. "Chase—"
"I know. I need to be inside you."
"Wait." I put a hand on his chest. "I want to be on top."
Chase's eyes widened. "What?"
"You just recovered. I don't want you exerting yourself. I want to ride you."
Heat flared in his eyes. "Fuck, yes. I am absolutely not going to argue with that."
He rolled onto his back, pulling me with him so I straddled his hips. His hands went to my waist while his eyes raked over my naked body.
"You look incredible like this," he said, voice rough. "Do you have any idea how sexy you are?"
I reached down and wrapped my hand around his cock, positioning him at my entrance.
"Wait," Chase said. "Look at me."
I met his eyes, saw the intensity there.
"I love you," he said. "I need you to know that. This isn't just sex for me."
"I know," I whispered. "I love you too."
"Then take me. Take what's yours."
I sank down onto him slowly, feeling every inch as my body stretched to accommodate his size.
Chase's eyes rolled back, hands tightening on my hips. Through the Bond, I felt his pleasure mixing with mine—the tight, wet heat surrounding him, the way my inner walls fluttered.
"God, Wynter," he groaned when I was fully seated. "You feel incredible. So tight, so perfect. You were made for me."
I started to move, slowly at first, finding a rhythm. Chase's hands roamed—sliding up my thighs, gripping my waist, cupping my breasts.
"That's it," he encouraged. "Ride me. Take what you want."
I increased my pace, growing bolder. Chase's hands guided my hips, angling me so each downward stroke hit that perfect spot.
"Fuck, you look so beautiful like this," he said, eyes locked on mine. "Taking control, taking your pleasure. Watching your tits bounce while you ride my cock—it's the sexiest fucking thing I've ever seen."
The praise made me move faster, harder. I braced my hands on his chest, using the leverage to take him deeper.
"Yes, just like that," he encouraged. "Fuck yourself on my cock, baby. Take what you need."
One of his hands slid between us, thumb finding my clit and circling with perfect pressure. The dual sensations made pleasure spike sharply.
"Oh God," I gasped, rhythm faltering as my thighs shook. "Chase, I'm—"
"I know." His other hand gripped my hip, helping me maintain pace. "I can feel it through the Bond. You're so close, baby. Your pussy is getting tighter around me. You're about to come, aren't you?"
"Yes," I managed.
"Then let go," he commanded, thumb pressing harder. "Come for me, Wynter. I want to feel you come on my cock."
The combination sent me over the edge. I came with a cry, inner walls clenching rhythmically around him.
Through the Bond, I felt Chase's matching release—the way my orgasm triggered his, our pleasure feeding back until I couldn't tell where mine ended and his began.
"Fuck, Wynter, yes!" he shouted, hips thrusting up as he spilled inside me. "Take it all, baby. Take everything I've got."
He thrust up one final time, burying himself deep, and the sensation prolonged my own orgasm until I was shaking and gasping.
When the waves subsided, I collapsed onto his chest, boneless and satisfied. Chase's arms came around me immediately.
"I love you," he said into my hair, voice rough with emotion. "God, Wynter, I love you so much."
"I love you too."
We lay like that for a long time, his hands stroking gentle patterns on my back. Through the Bond, I felt his contentment, his deep satisfaction.
"I need to tell you something," Chase said eventually.
I lifted my head to look at him.
His grey eyes were serious, intense. "When we finish this—when Draven is defeated and Anne is safe—I want to marry you."
My heart stuttered. "Chase—"
"Let me finish." His hand cupped my face. "Not for politics. Not because of the Bond. But because I choose you, Wynter Vaughn. I choose a life with you, a future with you."
Tears spilled over. "You don't have to promise me anything."
"I'm not promising. I'm stating a fact. You're my future, Wynter. The only future I want. So what do you say? Will you marry me? When this is over—will you be my wife?"
Through the Bond, I felt his vulnerability.
"Yes," I whispered. "Yes, I'll marry you."
His smile was brilliant. Then he was kissing me again—deep and slow and full of promise.
"I don't have a ring," he said when we broke apart.
"I don't need a ring." I pressed my finger to his lips. "I have you. That's more than enough."
His arms tightened. "You have me," he promised. "Always. Forever."
We made love again after that—slower, more tender, sealing our promise with our bodies. And when we finally fell asleep tangled together, I dreamed of a future where we'd won.
It was a good dream. And for the first time in months, I let myself believe it might come true.
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I woke to pale dawn light and Chase's steady breathing against my neck.
"Don't go," he mumbled, arm tightening. "Five more minutes."
"We need to get ready. Jax said first light."
"It's not first light yet." Chase nuzzled my neck. "We have time."
We lay in comfortable silence.
"What are you thinking about?" Chase asked.
"Last night. What you said about getting married."
"Having second thoughts?"
"No. The opposite. I was thinking about how much I want that. A future with you."
"We'll have it," he promised. "I swear to you, Wynter. We're going to finish this. We're going to win."
I kissed him, slow and deep. When we broke apart, we were both breathing hard.
"We should get dressed," I said reluctantly.
Chase groaned but released me. We climbed out of bed to search for scattered clothes.
"You know," Chase said as he dressed, "Jax is going to know exactly what we did."
Heat flooded my face. "How?"
He grinned. "Because you're covered in my marks, your scent is all over me, and you're practically glowing through the Bond."
"Oh God. This is going to be so awkward."
"Hey." Chase pulled my hands away gently. "There's nothing to be embarrassed about. We're Mates. We love each other."
He pulled me into a quick kiss. "Come on, future Mrs. Sterling. Let's go face the music."
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Jax was waiting in the dining hall with the three Rogues. The knowing look he gave us made me want to sink through the floor.
"Good morning," he said, tone carefully neutral. "Sleep well?"
"Very well, thank you," Chase replied without shame, pulling out a chair for me.
I felt my face burning as I sat, hyperaware of every mark Chase had left.
Maya brought breakfast. We ate in relative silence until I noticed the two rescued children peeking around the doorframe.
"Come here," I called gently. "Are you hungry?"
Ella nodded shyly. Adrain stayed close as they approached.
Maya brought them bowls, and they ate with desperate efficiency.
"We're leaving soon," I told them when they'd finished. "To talk to someone who can help save your friends. But we'll be back. I promise."
Ella looked up. "Promise?"
"I promise." I squeezed her small hand. "We're going to rescue all of them. Every single child. You have my word."
Through the Bond, I felt Chase's pride.
"It's time," Jax said, standing.
We gathered supplies quickly—weapons, food, the carefully wrapped ledger. I secured Morvanna's protective amulet around my neck.
The three Rogues checked their weapons with practiced efficiency.
"Ready?" Chase asked, his hand finding mine.
I looked at the small group—Jax with his determined expression, the three Rogues risking their lives, the children watching with hope.
"Ready," I confirmed.
We left as the sun climbed higher, six figures moving into the forest. I looked back once, seeing Lily and Adrain waving, and renewed my silent vow.
Chase's hand squeezed mine. Through the Bond, I felt his matching determination.
Whatever happens, he sent, we face it together.
Together, I agreed. Always together.