Page 24 of Wicked Chains
It takes me a good minute to remember how words work. My head’s spinning, my skin tingling, and Drake’s mouth is still between my thighs, working me through the aftershocks until I’m nothing but nerves and whimpers. My entire body just wants to melt into his hands.
I want to say something sarcastic or clever, anything to cover how completely unraveled and vulnerable I am, but my tongue won’t work and my brain’s still stuck processing holy fuck.
Drake lifts his head and gives me a crooked smile. “You realize,” he says, voice rough and low, “that I could stay down here forever.”
I manage a breathless, “No complaints.”
He finally lets go of my hips, moving his hands up my thighs with a slow, deliberate slide that makes me quiver. My body is still fluttering, every nerve alive and singing. I want to stay pinned beneath him, want to let him do absolutely anything he wants to me. He crawls up over me, and his mouth is on mine again, firmand hard, and I taste myself on his lips, like he wants to make sure I know exactly what he just did to me.
He lines himself up and the blunt head of his cock slides along my wetness, deliberately bumping my clit just enough to make me jolt. The tease is torture. He drags it back and forth, lazy, right over that so sensitive spot until I’m panting, hips rocking up to chase the pressure. He wants to see how far he can push me, and honestly, I’m about to lose it if he doesn’t fuck me soon.
“Drake!” I grab at his shoulders. “Stop teasing.”
But he doesn’t stop. He kisses my neck, teeth nipping, while the lewd, wet sound of him rubbing against me is the only sound in the room. God, I am so wet, so ready, I’d let him do anything.
He pulls back. “You want this?”
I look at him, all hollowed-out cheeks and haunted blue eyes, waiting for me to say the word. The blunt head of his cock slips through slick heat one more time and I almost jump out of my skin.
“Yes,” I say, grabbing at his hips. “I want this. I want you.”
He smiles and leans down to kiss me.
Then he pushes into me, the slow invasion burning so good it almost hurts, and I press into it, greedy for every inch. There’s nothing gentle now, nothing ghostly or floaty, just the pressure of him forcing me open, making me feel everything. I’m full as he bottoms out and just stays there for a moment, forehead pressed to mine, both of us still and not moving, just for a small moment.
We find our rhythm, slow at first, then harder, faster, the wet sound of our bodies meeting filling the space. His cock hits something perfect inside me with each thrust, and I can feelwalls tighten. Our skin slides together as he holds my hips, angling me to take him deeper, his eyes never leaving mine even as pleasure threatens to overwhelm us both.
"Rose," he whispers. "My Rose."
And in that moment, I am his. Completely, utterly his. Not because of a blood mark or a magical contract or a coven's claim. But because I choose to be. Because in a world that's determined to take every choice from me, this is one thing I can take for myself.
We come apart together, grabbing at each other like we're drowning. And afterward, he holds me tightly, like he’s never going to let me go.
Our problems still hover at the edges of this moment, but for now, in this forgotten corner, I let myself believe that it’s all going to be okay.
Even though I know I’m lying to myself.
Eleven
Drake
I keep her hand in mine as we walk the darkened hallway, and the very touch feels like stolen time, a borrowed moment I should be grateful for but I’m terrified it could be one of the last. Rose is close to me, her hair still mussed from where my fingers ran through it. The silence between us is full of everything we just shared, everything I still need to tell her.
Everything I'm afraid to say.
"Stop looking at me like that," she says, but the corner of her mouth twitches up.
"Like what?" I ask.
"Like I'm going to disappear." She squeezes my hand. "I'm not going anywhere."
We reach her door, and I glance down the hallway, checking for any signs of Ash, the leader of the Blood Moon Coven. Rosefilled me in on what I missed during the three-day vacation Ash decided to send me on.
Nothing went the way it was supposed to go.
Ash and his shitty coven shouldn’t be here.
And yet, the Crescent Moon Coven is gone. The people responsible for my death have paid.
