The Chase
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The Chase
~Lyra~
I was running.
Like, really actually running. Not the cutesy kind of jog you do on a treadmill when you’re pretending to be fit.
Not a t****k–worthy, slow–motion bounce with a ponytail swishing and butterflies fluttering around you. No.
I was running like my life depended on it. Like the man I just called Daddy told me to run or he was going to
f**k me up against the kitchen counter until I forgot my name, my address, and every single vowel in the
English alphabet.
And oh my God, the worst part?
I wanted to be caught.
Like, I was literally sprinting through the woods barefoot with twigs scratching my ankles and branches
tugging at my hair, and all I could think about was his voice–Damon’s voice–in my head, dark and feral and
so f*****g hot it made my spine curl.
“Ten seconds, kitten.”
Ten seconds to get away. Ten seconds before he stopped pretending to be civilized. Ten seconds before the
big, dangerous, f****d–up Alpha I couldn’t stop dreaming about let his wolf out and came after me. And here I
was, panting like I just ran a marathon, tripping over roots, soaked between my thighs, and talking to myself
like a lunatic.
“This is such a bad idea,” I muttered, practically hopping over a patch of rocks. “Who lets an Alpha count to
ten and then runs into the woods like it’s foreplay? Oh wait. Me. I do. I’m that b***h. I’m the stupid horny Omega who thinks a murder chase is romantic.”
Leaves whipped at my face. The cold wind licked up my bare legs, and my chest was burning from how hard I was breathing. But it wasn’t just exhaustion. No, this wasn’t normal cardio. This was heat. Pure,
concentrated, panty–destroying heat crawling up my stomach and curling low in my belly like it was trying to
bloom into something feral, Something wet. Something alive.
Because I could feel him.
Behind me.
Not close enough to see, but close enough to know.
And that’s when I realized something deeply disturbing. My wolf wasn’t scared. Not even a little. She was
humming. Buzzing. Rolling under my skin like she was stretching for the first time in forever. She wanted this.
She wanted him. She wanted to be seen. Touched. Claimed.
Which was absolutely insane because I was still technically recovering from the last time he touched me.
You know. When he bit me during s*x. Like bit me for real. With teeth and blood and a whole possessive snarl
like I was some prize he’d won in a war.
And maybe I was.
Because Damon didn’t just sleep with me.
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He chose me.
He made it very f*****g clear–with every thrust, every bruise, every growl that vibrated against my throat- that I was his. His mate. His Omega. His obsession.
And now he wanted me to run so he could chase me down and remind me.
f**k.
f**k.
f**k.
I nearly tripped over my own feet again, but I kept going, muttering under my breath like that would somehow
keep me sane.
“Okay. Okay. You’re fine. Just a quick little feral forest jog with your psycho A. Naothing to panic about. You’re just running in the woods, leaking like a broken faucet, while a six–foot–five Alpha with fangs and no chill is somewhere behind you breathing heavy and deciding whether to f**k you against a tree or on the
ground.”
I turned sharply to the right, brushing past a branch that snagged my tank top, and I swear to the Moon Goddess I heard something behind me.
A growl.
Low.
Sharp.
Deadly.
Oh no.
Nope.
No thank you.
My legs pumped harder. My heart slammed into my ribs like it wanted out. And my cunt–oh my GOD, my f*****g cunt–was pulsing like it knew what was coming.
Which, I guess, it did.
Because right then–right then–I felt him.
I didn’t even have to look.
The whole forest went silent. The air turned electric. And every hair on my body stood up like it had a death
wish.
Damon was here.
Close.
So close I could feel the heat of his body stretching through the trees. His scent was thick in the air, all smoke and sin and something that made my stomach clench.
And then he moved.
Fast.
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Too fast.
I barely had time to scream before his arms were around me, his body crashing into mine like a f*****g freight train of muscle and heat and growling, snarling lust. My feet left the ground. My back hit bark. My breath flew out of my lungs in a gasp that turned into a moan halfway through because–holy hell–he was
hard.
So f*****g hard.
He pinned me to the tree like I weighed nothing, one hand gripping my thigh and hiking it up around his waist while the other cupped the back of my neck and tilted my head up so I had no choice but to look at him.
And what I saw?
I almost came.
Right then.
His eyes weren’t human anymore. They were glowing gold and black, and his pupils were wide and wild like he’d been starving and just found his first meal. His chest was rising and falling like he’d sprinted for miles, and there was a little trickle of sweat running down his throat that I actually wanted to lick.
“Damon,” I breathed, and it wasn’t even a real word. It was a sound. A prayer. A full–body whimper that
belonged in a porno.
“You ran,” he growled, pressing his forehead to mine and dragging in a deep, shaky breath like he was trying to hold himself together. “You smelled like you wanted to be caught.”
“–” My voice cracked because I didn’t have one anymore. “I didn’t mean to. I mean, I meant to, but I also didn’t. You told me to run! What the hell was I supposed to do? Bake a cake?!”
He growled again. This one was softer. Rougher. Deeper. Like it came from a part of him that didn’t
understand logic anymore.
“I told you to run,” he said darkly, brushing his nose against mine like he was trying to inhale me, “so I could
hunt you.”
My thighs clenched.
Instantly.
Painfully.
Because that sentence? That sentence was everything.
“And now?” I asked, voice high and shaky because I already knew the answer but I needed to hear it.
His lips brushed the shell of my ear, and I swear I felt it in my soul.
“Now I catch you, kitten,” he whispered, hand sliding down the inside of my thigh, fingers curling under the edge of my shorts, “and I remind you who you belong to.”
Oh my God.
My legs gave out.
My brain gave up.
And my mouth?
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My mouth said the one thing it always says when I’m about to make the worst decision of my lie
“Then do it,” I whispered. “Ruin me.”
And the look in his eyes when I said that?
It wasn’t human.
It was Alpha.
It was mine.
And the second I said it-“Then do it. Ruin me.”–something snapped behind his eyes.
But not in the wild, feral, tear–my–clothes–off–and–f**k–me–into–a–coma kind of way.
No.
Worse.
So much worse.
He smiled.
Not a nice smile. Not a sweet, relieved, oh–wow–we’re–about–to–have–a–romantic–moment smile.
It was the smile of a man who’d waited long enough. The smile of an Alpha who’d claimed me, chased me, caught me, and now had every intention of dragging it out.
“Oh, kitten,” he purred, pressing his hips into mine until I could feel every thick, throbbing inch of what was waiting for me in his pants, “you say the most dangerous things.”
My breath caught.
Because holy hell he was hard. And thick. And hot through his pants like his c**k was already aching for a place to bury itself.
And I was right here.
Soaking.
Throbbing.
Literally panting against a tree like a s*x–deprived Disney princess.
I rocked my hips into his, just barely, just enough to rub myself against the heat pressing into my stomach. I was already swollen down there. Already soaked. My panties were ruined. Everything was wet and slick and messy and needy, and if he didn’t do something about it soon I was going to absolutely scream.
But of course, he didn’t move.
He didn’t give me what I wanted.
He f*****g laughed.
“You think I’m gonna ruin you now?” he asked softly, dragging his fingers up my thigh, higher, higher, until he was right at the edge of where ‘was dripping. “After that perfect little chase? No, kitten. No. I want to enjoy
this.”
I whimpered.
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Actually whimpered.
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And not in a cute way. No, I sounded desperate. Broken. Like someone had yanked the cord out of my brain and all that was left was pure, panting, heat–drunk need.
“Damon,” I whispered, trying to grind against his hand, but he pulled back just enough to make me cry out.
Please. Don’t tease me. I can’t take it.”
“Yes, you can,” he said, leaning in and dragging his tongue up the side of my neck like he was licking the sweat off my skin. “You were made to take it.”
He moved lower.
His mouth kissed along my throat. My collarbone. The spot just above my breast.
His hands? Everywhere.
One gripping my waist so hard I knew I’d bruise.
The other running down my stomach, pausing just above the waistband of my shorts.
Just pausing.
“Tell me what you want,” he whispered, and his lips brushed the underside of my jaw, right where my skin was vibrating. “Use your words, kitten.”
My body bucked.
My brain was falling apart. I couldn’t think. Couldn’t even breathe without tasting him. Without smelling him. That Alpha scent that made my whole spine curl. The one that said you’re mine, you’re mine, you’re mine over and over again until I didn’t even know what my own name was anymore.
“I want-“I gasped, grinding into him again and nearly sobbing when he pulled back once more, “f**k, Damon, I want your hands. I want your mouth. I want your c**k, I want everything, I want–s**t–I want to come so bad
it hurts.”
“Mmm,” he hummed, dragging his hand even lower until his fingers were resting right at the curve between my thighs, pressing down so gently it made me cry out. “So wet, kitten. You like being hunted that much?”
“Yes,” I choked out. “God, yes. I’ve never been this wet in my life. I feel like I’m going to explode.”
“You are,” he whispered. “But not yet.”
His hand slid up again.
Not down.
Up.
Away from the part of me that was literally twitching for him. Away from the slick heat pooling in my panties. He skimmed his fingers over my belly, up to my ribs, and then under my shirt.
Slowly.
So f*****g slowly.
“You’re mean,” I gasped, grabbing his arm like I could guide him back down. “You’re evil. You’re literally torturing me.”
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“I know,” he said, and there was a soft, dangerous smile in his voice. “But you’re going to thank me for it later.
And then–then–his thumb brushed over my n****e.
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