Rubbing my cheek against his furry chest, I smiled and ran my finger down his belly to lightly snap the waist band on his briefs. “I think I’m willing to risk it, but these are in the way.”
A small growl rumbled through Chuck’s chest, but he dispatched the garment in question and then pulled me over his chest and spread his legs, settling mine between them and notching our lower bodies together.
“Oh, Gods, yes,” I moaned as I rolled my hips against his. “Shit, I don’t think this is going to take very long.” His cock pulsed against me and that was all she wrote. I didn’t even have time to warn Chuck before I grunted and unloaded between our bodies, my spunk covering him. “Damn, sorry.”
“I’m not,” Chuck muttered, that sexy growl even deeper as he shoved the blanket down and gently rolled me off him and onto my back, rising to kneel over me, one large hand using my release to stroke his cock as he stared down at me. “That was hot as hell.”
Chuck stared down into my face, his breaths quickening in time with his strokes, the movement barely stuttering before he threw his head back, his thick cum splattering out over my chest with a muffled groan. His cock landed against his thigh with a sticky sound and he sucked in a deep breath, dropping down beside me and pulling the blankets back up. “How am I this out of breath?”
I chuckled as he pulled me close despite the mess on my skin. “Are you saying I take your breath away?” I teased, nuzzling into his armpit to suck in the fresh pheromones that our, ahem, activities had released. “You smell so good.”
“Pervert,” Chuck teased back, running his hand down my back to cup my butt. “How’s your head?”
I raised it cautiously and turned from side to side before pressing a kiss to his nipple. “Cum-fuzzy but no pain.” I stretched against him, rubbing our bodies together and laughed when my stomach growled. “And suddenly I’m starving, so I must be getting better. You must have magic jizz. Maybe you should have just cum on me when I first got here and we could have skipped all the down time.”
Chuck snorted out a laugh. “Somehow, I don’t think that that would qualify as emergency medical treatment in any situation.” He paused for a second and then laughed again, harder. “Actually, scratch that. I do know of one or two cases,” he snickered, “but far be it for me to gossip.”
Tsking in mock disapproval, I lightly thumped his chest. “Tease.”
Chuck caught my hand and brought it to his lips, kissing my fist. “Well, Alrick and Thane are both kind of private guys, so all I can do is apologize for being a tease unless they tell me I can share their stories.” Chuck released my hand and pressed another kiss to my cheek. “But in the meantime, I can and will feed you.” Pulling away, he slid out from under the covers and reached for the rumpled slacks on the floor, ignoring the cum crusted on his skin as he pulled them over his hips.
When he caught me looking, Chuck threw me a wolfish grin. “No point in wiping it off when I’m planning on dragging you into the shower after we eat.”
I smiled and leaned back against the pillows, the thought of a hot shower every bit as appealing as the promise of food.
Chuck waited until he was fully dressed and had one hand on the doorknob to throw a wink over his shoulder. “Besides, I think I like the idea of everyone knowing you marked me.”
The door closed behind him long before I was able to formulate any sort of response tothat.
ChapterEight
Chuck
“You’re sure you want to get up and come out to the dining room?” Two days had passed since we’d moved Jules to my room and even though he seemed to be feeling much better, I still wasn’t sure that dragging him out to suffer through the racket of a meal in the communal dining room was really a great idea. Hell, I regularly left with a headache when the Omegas were feeling particularly lively and I hadn’t been hit on the head in years.
Not hard enough to do damage, anyway.
“I really do,” Jules assured me, the sleeves of my maroon bathrobe falling down to his shoulders as he stretched his arms over up over his head. “I mean, not to complain, but after a bit being kept in one room starts to feel like prison.” He grinned and winked at me. “Just with less sex.”
“Two orgasms a day aren’t enough for you?” I snorted and shook my head. “Here I thought you were only horny when we met because you hadn’t been getting any.” I smirked. “According to Julie, anyway.”
Jules groaned, his cheeks pinking slightly. “Seriously, that girl shouldn’t be allowed to drink in public unless she’s gagged.”
I cock a brow and Jules threw his pillow at me. “You know what I mean.”
“I do,” I agreed with a laugh. “Although, if she hadn’t been soentertainingwe might never have met, so I’m not inclined to wish a lifetime of sobriety on her.” Rifling through the stack of spare clothes that Jeremy had brought to me the day before, I pulled a few things out that looked promising. “I think these will fit but you’re welcome to go through everything, if you’d rather?”
Jules’s face dropped for the briefest moment before he schooled his features back into a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Those are fine, thanks.”
“You okay?”
“Yeah, of course,” Jules said quickly then sighed. “Honestly? Not really. It’s a little weird to not even have my own clothes, you know?”
“Yeah, I actually do,” I admitted, thinking back to a brief period when I’d been held captive years before during my Brigade days. “I’ll see if I can find a way around that, okay?”
Jules’s eyes softened. “Don’t worry about it,” he said quietly. “I’m just being cranky. I’m very grateful for everything you and the people who got me to safety did.”
I frowned, an odd acid-like feeling beginning to build in my gut. I’d spent years in the Böxenwolf Brigade and then after I retired, dedicated my life to building and running a rescue group to save endangered or disenfranchised Omegas, and I was used to people offering gratitude. So why did the thought of Jules feelinggratefulmake my stomach clench?
