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It's cruel how all the wrong moments feel so right.
My entire body is betraying my mind right now, which is telling me this is not right, and I need to stop this before it goes to far. I'm aware I shouldn't be pressed up against Chase's body as he lays me down on the couch, leaning over me. I should push him away and get the space between us that we need. Yet, I can't.
"I should really stop," I say, my breath hitching at the feeling of him licking and kissing my neck, right where he had bitten in order to get to Ren. Only minutes earlier, Chase had saved me from being hurt by Ren. Now, I'm lying under him on a couch.
"Do you want to?" he asks softly, his hands pulling my legs apart to lay between them. I grip his hair, pulling him back to kiss me.
That surely answers the question.
It's never felt so right to kiss someone before. In school, behind the back building I would sometimes make out with the odd boy for fun, but this is so much more different. It's full of passion, as we can't get enough of each other. His hands slip under my clothes, exploring my skin with his fingertips until I can't wait anymore. I pull off his shirt, hardly thinking.
He resumes kissing me immediately, stealing my breath away once again. My hands drift down the plane of his back, feel each muscle move as he kisses his way down my neck to the curve of my breasts.
And then, he stops.
His pause makes me sit up, looking at him expectantly. I was excited to keep going, to forget all rational thoughts for awhile, but he doesn't seem to be feeling the same way.
"I'm not going to continue right now. When I have you, it will be private, Ren will be out of my mind, and you would have thought thoroughly about it. I don't want you to do this because your body wants you to," he tells me, as he gets to his feet, leaving me lying on the couch, utterly dumbfounded.
"Ren wouldn't interrupt. He doesn't want me," I remind him. The last thing Ren wants is to kiss me after what happened today. I wouldn't be surprised if he came back into control to tell me I cannot remain on this island anymore.
Chase grabs his shirt off the ground, pulling it back over his torso. I can't help, for a shameful moment, to admire his physic. He truly is beautiful.
"You'd be surprised."
"If you ever think I'll want you again like that, you should start being honest. I'm not going to go to Ren with any information, so why can't you just tell me what's going on? I'm desperate to know what your plans are," I tell him, adjusting my own clothes also. Chase rumpled them to the point I'll have to change them before confronting the Alpha's again.
Chase kneels down in front of me, grabbing ahold of my hands to look up at me. "It might not seem like it, but I'm doing this to protect you. If Ren finds out you know my intentions, who knows what he would do to you for the information."
As sincere as Chase seems, I'm still skeptical. Part of me is beginning to think he doesn't plan to tell me at all, and he is just stringing me along.
Just thinking that hurts my heart.
"Tell me anything. Tell me something, unless you're planning to leave me once you're done with your mission you're planning," I say, wishing I didn't sound so desperate. This entire time, I've been so swept into the feeling I get when I'm around him, not considering that maybe he's crazy, and both him and Ren are the bad ones. Maybe I need to escape while I can.
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