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“Holy shit you’re good at that, oh god, Noah, I’m-I…” he moans as he cums all over the bathroom counter. After I bite each cheek, I pull away and stand with my patience now gone as I forcibly turn him around and push him to his knees.
“You’re gonna finish me off, baby. Eat it up.” I plunge my cock into his inviting warm mouth. Sounds of pleasure leave his mouth around the tip of my cock before he deepthroats me at an impressive speed. The suction of his mouth along with the wet sounds of him gagging is what ignites another explosive orgasm for tonight. Fuck, I’d die happy with this.
Looking down at him, he licks his lips of my remaining cum and swallows. I love the fact that he’s filled at both ends with me. The two of us blended together in a way that nobody can change.
As he gets to his feet, I grab the oil I spotted in his cabinets with the cotton buds and grab his hand, leading him back to the bedroom. I work on removing the wax, and for the first time since we’ve met, we cuddle up together. Just as I’m about to drift off, I hear Chase mumble “my shadow” before soft snores fill the silence. It makes me feel even more protective of him. Nobody will take him from me.
Nobody.
CHAPTER 28
CHASE
As I awake before my alarm, a warm body behind me clings to my back. It's like having a furnace cuddle me. Noah’s body temperature runs a lot warmer than mine, but I can’t bring myself to move. Instead I bathe in Noah’s presence, feeling safe in his arms, feeling wanted and content. This…this is what I’ve been missing. Soft kisses pepper my shoulders and neck, every kiss is like a branding. The feel of his lips lingers everywhere he touches.
“I have to get up soon,” I complain, not wanting to leave this bubble we’ve created. A bubble of delusion. Delusion that we can be anything outside of this.
Noah doesn’t live in the “normal” world that most people do. He wants, he takes, and he has no boundaries. I’m not even sure the guy can love. So where does that leave me? Vulnerable to living in fear that he will lose control, hurt someone, and make decisions that will affect me.
This relationship of sorts has developed at warp speed, but again, Noah doesn’t work like the average guy. Psychopaths like claiming objects, things. I’m a shiny item that he has claimed as his own and that leaves me in a precarious position if I end this.What would his reaction be? I know he won’t be able to let me go. And what does it say about me that I wouldn't want him to? It says that I would prefer that he takes me and without giving me a choice. Then part of me could feel better about it.
“I’d prefer it if you stay here. I’m hungry for some ass this morning,” he says, his voice deep and croaky from sleep. That's the other thing, when it's just us like this, it's easy to forget about everyone and everything else, to stay locked behind closed doors by ourselves. Co-dependent on each other's survival. This is crazy. I can’t even tell him Wade has been harassing me again for fear he may do something.
“Me too, but I have to go to work,” I say, and turn to face him. Screw the bad morning breath. I lean in, kiss his juicy lips, and enjoy what we have for now. Live in the moment. He grabs my ass and rolls his hips into mine, our hard dicks rubbing against each other, which makes me shudder. My ass aches with memories of last night.
“I really need to get up, Noah. We can do this later,” I say, pulling away with a final kiss.
“I’ll take you to work today, then I’ll bring you to my apartment after you finish,” he says as I get up and put on a pair of boxers.
“I can drive myself, Noah.”
“No, I will take you this morning. Then you’re coming home with me.”
The steadfast way he says it has me backing down immediately, wanting to give in and please him. But there’s a small part, a very small part, that wants to push back before he takes over my life completely. With a hint of swagger, he moves from the bed like a dangerous panther, stealthily walking towards me, and holds my chin in his hand. I swallow hard at the contact, his touch is like a cattle prod, providing short bursts of electricity into my very soul.
“Okay,” I whisper. I’m so drawn to his magnetism that I almost bare my throat like an omega would to their alpha.
Noah leans in and gently kisses me; my legs wobble like jelly at the softness of it. So different to his normal dominant ways.
As his mouth retreats, he whispers over my lips. “Say it again, tell me who I am?”
“My shadow,” I mewl, wanting to rub my head into his neck.
“And who do you belong to, baby?”
I look him straight in the eyes. “You.”
A beautiful smile spreads across his face and he chastely kisses me before leaving the room. A few seconds later, I hear the shower running and remain standing where he left me in my bedroom, forever feeling changed. Replaying what we just said, I realize I’ve just signed over every part of myself to him. The words right and wrong no longer seem to have meaning. And it scares me that I’d be willing to risk a lot to keep him with me.
After the most sexually charged breakfast, whereI just wanted to straddle Noah’s lap and let him feed me, I grab my stuff and walk out to his car. Oh, fuck no. I know this car. I stop behind him, stuck in a daze as I watch him open the passenger door for me. He turns and tilts his head to the side, trying to read my expression with his fucked up mind.
“It's your car…” I wheeze, feeling dizzy, naive and stupid as shit that the dots hadn’t connected.
“Obviously,” he shrugs. That fucking shrug. Nothing matters to him at all. Anger builds from my chest, acid rising to the back of my throat. I’m right back where I started.
“You’ve been here. Every night. Every day. Watching me. Oh god. It's your car I saw on the street.” A tidal wave of panic starts to take over. I knew he’d been in my house at night, but the car…the fucking car. While I know he’s been following me, this for some reason, hits me like a fist in the chest. He’s a stalker. A dangerous stalker who has placed himself into my life. And I’ve allowed it. The crushing reality hits me so hard in the face I nearly fall on my ass.
“Get in the car, Chase.”
