Chapter 144 Afterglow & Aftermath
Chase's POV
She took me deeper, her throat relaxing to accommodate me, and I felt my control slipping. Her hand pumped the base of my shaft while her tongue worked magic on the head, and I knew I couldn't last much longer like this. I needed to be inside her. I needed to claim her properly.
I pulled away from her sweetness with a reluctant groan and gently disengaged from her mouth.
"Turn over," I commanded, my voice dropping an octave, thick with Alpha dominance. "On your hands and knees."
Wynter obeyed instantly, rolling onto her stomach and rising up. The sight of her like that—her back arched, the curve of her ass presented to me, her skin glowing in the shadows—made my blood boil.
I moved behind her, kneeling, and ran my hands down the slope of her spine to grip her hips. My thumbs dug into her flesh, marking her.
"You are so beautiful," I whispered, leaning down to bite the sensitive cord of muscle at her neck. "And you are mine."
"Yours," she gasped. "I'm yours, Chase."
I didn't wait. I lined myself up and pushed into her, one long, smooth stroke that buried me to the hilt.
"Oh!" She cried out, her head bowing low, her arms shaking as she braced herself.
The tightness of her, the wet heat clamping down around my cock—it was heaven. I held still for a second, savoring the feeling of being completely sheathed in her, letting the Bond settle into the profound physical connection.
"Does that feel real enough?" I growled in her ear, my hand sliding around to cup one of her breasts, my thumb flicking the nipple.
"Yes," she panted. "Yes, Chase."
I began to move. I pulled her hips back as I thrust forward, the slap of skin against skin filling the quiet room. I set a punishing rhythm, deep and hard, hitting her G-spot with every thrust.
"Fuck, you feel good," I gritted out, my forehead resting against her shoulder blade as I pounded into her. "So tight. So wet."
Wynter was moaning with every impact, pushing back against me, meeting my thrusts with a desperation that matched my own.
"Chase... harder... please..."
I gave her what she wanted. I gripped her waist tighter and drove into her with everything I had. The angle allowed me to go deeper than ever before, touching the very core of her.
Through the Bond, I felt her orgasm rising like a tidal wave—a pressure building in her belly, a tightening of her muscles.
"Come for me," I ordered, my hand leaving her breast to slide down between her legs, finding her clit. "Come on my cock, Wynter."
The added stimulation sent her over the edge. She screamed my name, her inner walls convulsing around me, clamping down in rhythmic spasms that milked me.
The sensation shattered my control.
"Wynter!" I roared, driving deep one last time and holding it there. I poured myself into her, my release violent and absolute, my soul seemingly leaving my body to merge with hers.
We stayed like that for a long time, me collapsed over her back, breathing raggedly, our hearts pounding in sync against our ribs. The Bond hummed with a quiet, golden contentment—the fear and insecurity finally washed away by the tide of our intimacy.
Eventually, I pulled out and gathered her into my arms, pulling the duvet over us. She was asleep within minutes, her head resting on my chest, her breathing deep and even.
Real, I thought, kissing the top of her head. It's all real.
The sun was blinding when I woke up, a harsh reminder that the world outside this room hadn't stopped turning just because mine had shifted on its axis.
Wynter was still asleep, curled into a ball of warmth against my side. I extricated myself carefully, not wanting to wake her, and pulled on a pair of sweatpants.
My phone, abandoned on the desk since our return, was blinking with an aggressive red light.
I picked it up, wincing as I saw the notification count. Thirty-seven missed calls. Over a hundred messages. And a priority alert from the Academy administration system.
I unlocked the screen, and the calendar app immediately assaulted me with a list of overdue tasks.
Student Council Budget Review - Overdue.
Disciplinary Committee Hearings (Backlog: 14 cases).
Fall Festival Planning Committee - Urgent Approval Needed.
Inter-Dormitory Resource Allocation Audit.
I rubbed my temples, a headache already forming behind my eyes.
The email from the new interim Headmaster, Professor Kael, sat at the top of the inbox.
Subject: Reinstatement of Duties
Lord Sterling,
Welcome back. We are pleased that your "family emergency" has been resolved. However, during your absence, the administrative workload of the Student Council President has accumulated significantly. Since you were technically on academic leave and not formally removed from your position, the bylaws state that these duties remain your responsibility.
Please report to the Council office by 0900 hours to begin processing the backlog. The backlog includes three weeks of unprocessed requisitions, the revised security protocols mandated by the Board, and the reallocation of funds following the... recent personnel changes.
Regards,
Headmaster Kael
I groaned aloud, dropping the phone back onto the desk.
"Family emergency," I muttered to the empty room. That was the official cover story for leading a multi-territory assault on a fortress and overthrowing a tyrant. To the general student body, I'd just been home dealing with "personal matters."
And now, apparently, my punishment for saving the region wasn't a medal or a parade. It was paperwork.
I looked back at the bed, where Wynter shifted, murmuring my name in her sleep. A small smile touched my lips.
I grabbed a fresh shirt and headed for the door. The Student Council President had work to do.