Endless Chase (26 page)

Which reminded him of something else. “You should not have gone after that man by yourself this morning.”

“I could not just leave him there.”

“You should have waited for me, or at least taken Cassidy with you.”

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Katya made a rough, unpleasant sound. “I have been taking care of problems like Niles for the past year, and I’ve been doing it alone.”

“Not anymore.” He felt a tic under his left eye. “You are no longer alone.” He saw the brief flicker of hope in her eyes and it almost broke him. “I’ll never let you go, Katya. Don’t you know that by now?”

“Your family?” She glanced away, worrying her bottom lip with her teeth. “They will not approve.”

“It doesn’t matter what they think. This is my life.” When she started to object, he planted a quick, hard kiss on her lips to silence her. “Besides which, you saved my life.

That goes a long way to them forgiving you. Once they get to know you, they’ll like you. And,” he continued, “they’ll accept you because you’re important to me.”

“Oh, Chase.” She went up on her toes and plastered herself against him.

The heat that had been banked flared to life again, consuming them both as their lips met. He tasted acceptance in her kiss and it made his blood sing. He wanted to tilt back his head and roar to the heavens. Katya was his.

He tore his lips from hers, peppering her forehead, nose, cheeks and chin with kisses. He couldn’t get enough of her. Would never get enough of her. His vision changed, getting sharper, more focused. The world faded until nothing existed but Katya.

He had to have her.

Katya lost herself in the maelstrom of emotions that flowed between her and Chase.

She could barely believe that he knew everything and he still wanted her. She’d lied to him, used him and cost him his humanity. Still, he wanted her.

She almost smiled as she played his words over in her head. She owed him. Which was his way of trying to give her a reason to stay. She was truly beginning to believe that they might have a chance. Oh, there were still a lot of details to work out. She didn’t know where they’d live. His work and home were in New York and her home was in Russia. His family wouldn’t exactly welcome her with open arms, and he hadn’t met her brother yet, but still she felt the first stirring of hope deep inside.

She sensed the change in Chase, the tensing of his body. Felt the heat from his skin as he pressed his erection against her belly. A ripple of pleasure rolled through her. Her nipples hardened to sharp points. She rolled her hips, loving the heavy thrust of his pelvis grinding against hers. His fingers dug into her hips, holding her to him as he repeated the motion.

Katya had always been attracted to him, but she had to admit that his new strength was hot. The fact that he was as strong as her now, probably even stronger, turned her on. That was so not politically correct, but she didn’t care. Her body craved his in ways that went beyond any rational explanation.

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She felt his fangs elongate and moaned as he gently dragged them over her throat.

Her core clenched hard as she arched her neck. She’d never experienced anything like this before. It would be a first for both of them—feeding and sex at the same time.

“Now.” Chase grabbed the hem of her shirt and yanked it over her head.

She fisted the top of his shirt, ripping it open. Buttons flew, pinging off the counter, the walls and the floor. Flattening her hands on his chest, she absorbed the heat coming off his body. Leaning forward, she lapped at his flat brown nipple, teasing it with her tongue. She could hear the hard pump of his heart and the
whoosh
of blood beneath his skin. Her teeth elongated, her fangs pushing past her lips.

Carefully, she scraped one nipple than another. Teasing. Tormenting. Chase groaned, clasping her head tight to his chest. “Witch,” he groaned as she flicked his nipple with the tip of her tongue.

His nimble fingers made quick work of the front hook of her bra. She was forced to move back when he tugged on the straps of her bra, pulling them down and tossing the scrap of fabric aside. The cool air made her already tight nipples pucker even more.

“Perfect.” He lifted her, sitting her on the edge of the counter. Her legs widened as he made a place for himself between them.

He touched the cross that nestled between her breasts with the tip of his finger, slowly tracing the scar embedded deep in the gold. “This saved you last night.”

She tensed at the memory of the knife blade striking off the gold cross that had covered her heart and deflecting to her shoulder. “Yes.”

“It’s special to you.” His finger reverently caressed the edges of the pendant.

“It was my mama’s. My papa gave it to her as a present. She wore it always.” Tears pricked her eyes, but she blinked them back. Now was not the time for tears. Now was the time to celebrate life.

Chase leaned forward and brushed her lips. It was a soft kiss, a kiss of understanding and acceptance. He straightened, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiled. She caught a flash of his fangs and it sent her heart soaring once again.

His hands cupped her breasts, his skin darker against the pale mounds. She felt the calluses brush her sensitive flesh as he squeezed. Katya swallowed hard as he lowered his head. There was no tentative exploration, no hesitation. Chase opened his mouth over her nipple, took it into the hot, wet cavern and sucked. Hard.

Her back arched and she almost came off the counter as pure fire shot from her breast to her core. She felt his rumble of pleasure as he released her, blowing gently on the swollen nipple before shifting to do the same thing to the other one.

She was panting heavily now, her sex clenching hard. Katya felt empty and she knew only Chase could ease the ache building inside her. Plunging her hands into his hair, she tugged him closer. Chase growled, his mouth feasting on her breasts. He made her feel very desirable and wanted.

No one else had ever made her feel that way. Only Chase.

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She felt his reluctance to leave her, but he pulled away, staring at her breasts. They glistened where he’d sucked them. His eyes were amazing, pale blue tinged in red fire.

Even his fangs were sexy. Leaning closer, she licked at one, then the other. Chase tilted back his head and roared. She knew that the bloodlust was urging him to feed, to claim her. She understood the primal emotion because she felt it too.

His hands were hard, insistent, as he pulled at the opening of her pants. “Lift your hips,” he ordered as he began to pull. Katya braced her hands on the counter and lifted her lower body. Chase stripped her pants and underwear at once. He swore when her clothing got caught around her ankles and he went down on one knee, removing her boots and socks before pulling the rest of her garments aside.

“What about Father Patrescu?” Katya panted. It felt disrespectful to be having sex in the man’s kitchen.

Chase looked up at her and smiled. “My sweet, he may be a man of God, but he had a good idea of what could happen if he left us together.”

That made it even worse. “Do you really think so?” She moaned with pleasure as Chase stroked a path on the inside of her leg from her ankle to top of her thigh.

“Shhh,” he soothed. “Don’t worry. Father will be gone for a while yet.”

She opened her mouth to protest, but he stroked her inner thigh again, this time letting the back of his hand graze her slick folds. Pure fire shot through her.

“Are you sure?”

He didn’t reassure her. Instead, he sat back and stared up at her. “Put your feet on the edge of the counter.” That would leave her wide open to him. She hesitated briefly, but the rumble in his voice was extremely sexy and very insistent.

Slowly, she lifted one foot, then the other, placing them on the edge of the counter.

Her cheeks got warm and she knew she was blushing, which was ridiculous really. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t seen her before, but this felt different somehow. There were no longer any secrets between them, plus they were equals now, both different from anyone else around them.

It struck her then that she was no longer alone in the world. There was someone with whom she could share her concerns, someone who she would be able to talk to, someone who would understand. Tears filled her eyes as emotion threatened to overwhelm her.

Chase’s head jerked up. It was in that moment that she truly understood how connected they were. He’d sensed her discomfort and reacted immediately. “I’m okay,”

she promised. “It’s all just a little overwhelming.”

He smiled at her then and it made her heart turn over. “You’ll get used to it.” Still kneeling between her legs, he reached out and ran a finger over her slick folds. “You’re so wet.” She could hear his pleasure and it pleased her to know that she was responsible for it.

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“Wrap your hands around your ankles and spread your feet as far apart as you can.”

She did as he asked with no hesitation this time. He grunted, shifting closer. He had to crouch in order to be able to reach her. Katya watched, unable to look away as his tongue rasped over her folds, bottom to top and back down again. His fingers skimmed over her inner thighs from knee to the crease at the top and back down again. Her legs began to quiver as he licked her again. His tongue teased her clit, the tip circling ’round and ’round the swollen bud.

She leaned back, resting her head against the hard cupboards as she tried to catch her breath.

“Touch yourself.” She blinked, not quite certain she’d understood him correctly.

Chase raised his head, his lips damp with her cream. “Feel how wet you are, how soft and ready.”

His voice was pure magic. She released her grip on her ankles, sliding her hands between her legs.

“That’s it,” he crooned as she sifted her fingers through her damp pubic hair and then lower. Wrapping his hand around one of hers, he guided her. She let her fingers glide over her sex until they were coated in her cream. He released her hand, letting her continue on her own.

It was incredibly arousing to know he was watching her. She dropped her mental barriers slightly and was immediately blasted with Chase’s arousal, his heat. His mind was filled with images of him fucking her over and over until she came, screaming her pleasure. She moaned and her pussy clenched. To ease the ache, she dipped two fingers inside her slit.

“You’re so damn hot.” His voice was almost reverent as he watched. His hair was tousled and damp, and he never took his eyes off her as he popped the button open at the top of his jeans and lowered the zipper. His cock sprang free.

Katya licked her lips, imagining herself taking the thick head of his cock into her mouth and sucking on it. Chase swore and groaned. Fluid seeped from the tip. It was then she realized he was sharing her fantasies as she was sharing his.

“That’s right. We’re part of one another.” He stood, crowding closer until his thick shaft was flush against her sex. He flexed his hips, rubbing his hard length over her.

Katya moaned, her eyes fluttering closed.

“No. Watch.” She was unable to resist his sensual command. With his broad shoulders, flat stomach and muscular arms, he was a sight to behold. Then her gaze shifted even lower. Veins, thick and prominent, ran the length of his cock. He was large and hard and she wanted him inside her.

“Come inside.” Using her fingers, she spread herself wide in invitation.

Chase gripped his erection, angling the head to her slit and pressing just past the initial resistance at the opening. “How can I resist?”

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But he stopped when he was barely inside her, his entire body tense. “Chase,” she moaned, trying to rock her hips. Her position made it impossible for her to move more than an inch. With her feet spread wide on the counter, Chase in front of her and the cupboards behind her, she was effectively caged in. Chase would fill her when he was ready and not a moment before.

It was frustrating and arousing at the same time. She wiggled her hips and moaned, needing more. She was truly at the sexual mercy of Chase, and from the hard look on his face, he didn’t have any mercy in him.

“Be certain, Katya. If I take you now there is no going back. I’ll never let you leave me. You’ll be mine for eternity or for however long we live.”

Katya felt the cocktail of emotions roiling within him. It was hard to distinguish individual ones, as there were so many, but among them she sensed anger and betrayal.

She almost flinched away and slammed up the mental barrier between them then, but something made her hesitate.

Overlying all of the emotions was hurt. She’d hurt him by leaving him. Her heart began to pound so hard against her chest it felt as if it may explode from her body.

She’d never meant to hurt him, never meant to hurt anyone, but it had happened.

His face was a rigid mask, not a speck of emotion showing. But he couldn’t hide it from her. She felt his pain. Beyond that, she felt his need for her, recognizing it easily because it matched her need for him.

Reaching up, she cupped his beloved face in his hands. “Make me yours.”

Emotion filled his eyes to such a depth she almost cried. Want and need and caring and, dare she hope, love were all there. Chase slammed home in one hard stroke. Katya cried out as her body adjusted to the swift invasion. Her inner muscles clutched hard as he pulled back and drove in again.

“Katya.” His voice was strained as he locked his arms around her, his hands gripping her shoulders, his fingers digging into her.

She wrapped her legs around his hips, crossing her ankles together at the small of his back. “Harder,” she urged.

His hips slammed forward and back over and over. Katya took every inch of him easily, her body making no secret of how much it wanted him.

“I can’t get deep enough,” he gasped. Dragging her off the counter, he lowered them both to the floor. He released her and unwrapped her ankles from around him and flipped her over onto her stomach. She reared back, coming up on her hands and knees as he drove into her from behind.