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Kicking out of my pants, I roll on top of her, the tip of my cock pressing against her soaking entrance. Her hands roam over my back as her lips find mine once more. I press forward, slowly sinking into her heated core as she moans and arches her back.
Nothing has ever felt this good. No amount of success, no amount of hockey training and competitions has ever made me feel this way.
Mandy feels like finding home.
Chapter Twenty
Mandy
Chase pushes into me slowly, allowing me to savor this moment together. Our first time together. His first timeever.
Once seated inside me, he pauses, allowing me to adjust to his large size. I can feel his knot pressing against my opening, driving me wild with need and lust.
“Move,” I beg.
Chase chuckles and thrusts, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in. I cry out as his pace quickens and his force grows harder, wilder and frantic.
“Yes,” I scream as each thrust hits just the right spot inside and his knot presses more fervently against me. “Need your knot, Alpha.”
“Anything you want, Dee. I’m yours, all yours. I might be an alpha, but you’re in charge. You have the power here.”
He thrusts a few more times, then pushes his knot inside me. My pussy clenches and stretches until he’s seated comfortably inside, giving my body exactly what it’s been craving. My walls clamp down around him, my orgasm ripping through me with the force of a hurricane, a decade in the making.
My release triggers his own, and he moans my name as he comes. We’re so connected that I can feel the hot ropes of cum as they shoot from his cock and fill me up while my pussy greedily squeezes every last drop out of him.
“You’re stuck with me now,” I pant as Chase leans back just a little, looking at where we’re connected, our two bodies becoming one with one another. His expression is one of pure, unadulterated lust and wonder. “At least until your knot releases us.”
“Forever,” he mumbles, his eyes moving from the spot where we’re joined to my face. He places a gentle kiss on my neck before gently maneuvering us so that we’re lying on our sides facing each other. “You’re my forever.”
Something warm and heavy is draped over my body when I wake. The glare from the sun is bright on the back of my eyelids, causing me to squeeze them closed even tighter. I don’t even want to try to open them.
The night before comes flooding back to me. The prom invitation, the dance, being with Chase for the first time. It was a dream, like something out of a romance novel.
So why do I feel overly irritated?
I should be overjoyed to wake up next to my long-lost lover—and deep down I am—but on the surface, the weight of his arm and the brightness of the room is suffocating.
This isn’t where I want to be. It doesn’t smell right. It has Chase’s scent, and my own, but it also smells old and dusty. I didn’t notice that last night.
I open my eyes, hissing against the harsh glare. Why does the sun have to be so freaking bright? Wiggling out from under Chase’s arm, I perch on the side of the bed. The only clothing I have here is the gown from last night, but as stunning as it is, I can’t think of anything worse to wear right now. I’d rather stay naked.
I scratch an itch on my arm as I tiptoe away from the bed. I need to find the bathroom. Maybe a shower will help me reset and shake this mood. A quick glance around the room shows no other doors, so I must assume the bathroom is down the hall.
Chase had said we were alone here, hadn’t he? So, there should be no chance of running into anyone in my state of undress? Honestly, I can’t even bring myself to care.
I leave the bedroom as quietly as I can muster and start checking other closed doors for the bathroom. A couple of doors down, I find it. It’s old and outdated, but it’ll have to do.
If there’s something I can usually count on, it's that hot water solves everything.
Not today. Today, instead of being a relaxing, refreshing start to my day, the heat of the shower made me feel like liquid lava on the inside. My flesh is covered in goosebumps, and the light continues to hurt my eyes.
I can’t even bring myself to dry off; the towel is too rough against my skin.
Heading back to the bedroom, wet and irritated, I intend to wake Chase and demand he take me home. I need to nest.
I need to nest.
Holy shit.
