Page 25 of Unwrapping Chase

This was working out better and better. The mighty Cri certainly knew what she was doing when she formed Chase for us. She’d clearly used all the best shells, finest coral, and purest sand, because he was too pretty and amazingly matched to us.

“Okay,” I said cheerily.

I didn’t mind taking care of him. I already adored Chase, and his needs were important to me. I bent down, and he stabilized himself with a hand on my shoulder as I pulled his jeans on, one leg at a time, then carefully zipped them, so I didn’t catch on his pubic hair or delicate skin. I should’ve probably put on the human undergarments that I had seen in his bag, but I would rather be able to fuck him at the ice rink with less hassle. Besides, his undergarments were boring. He needed bright colors and lacy or silky fabrics that I could tease and play with before or while I fucked him.

His shirt went on next, which was a tad harder, as he was taller than I was. Still, it slid on. It was so thin I saw his nipples poking through. I swallowed, wanting to suck on them, but I shook offthe urge. Chase smiled, cheeks red, and tugged me into a tight hug.

“Thank you, Tam.” He stroked my back, and I melted into his warm embrace. Chase was also treasuring me. It was beyond nice to feel him spoiling me already.

“Carry me?” I asked, tentacles winding around his legs.

He hefted me up with a loud grunt—I was more solid than my small frame suggested—and I coiled my tentacles around him and placed my arms around his neck. It was only natural that my lips found his skin, licking, sucking, and nibbling on him. I needed to leave all sorts of marks on his fair skin until I was allowed to sink my teeth into him, claiming Chase forever.

Chase gifted me low whines as his cock hardened beneath me. He was still under the influence of my livns, even this many hours later, but not enough yet. When I had the time to properly flood him day in and day out, he would get erect easily, coming multiple times with no break. On that day, I and Nyx would fuck him until he passed out.

I tugged on his earlobe with my sharp teeth, and Chase hissed, hips bucking. There was time. We might not have long here, but it was plenty. Chase would love us as much as we would love him.

We stepped into the bedroom that I shared with Nyx—something I’d have to change, because there was no way in the trenches that Chase was sleeping by himself downstairs. That was simply impossible. He needed snuggles. It was only logical.

Nyx was donning a deep blue, cable-knit sweater, and he glanced at us when we came in. He had another soft smile at the two of us wrapped around each other. Nyx was always so happy for me when I played with other people, but this look was far gentler than typical. Nyx already liked our new partner; I was sure of it.

Chase set me down. “Do you want me to dress you?”

“Nope,” I replied. Nyx had tried that multiple times, and I didn’t need or want it. “I did dress Chase, though, Nyx. Doesn’t he look good?”

My coupling dragged his gaze over a blushing Chase, and his eyes grew darker when they landed on Chase’s hard nipples poking through the thin shirt. Oh, he wanted our delectable human, but he was fighting it for some reason. Why? Oh, because he was a stubborn boulder of a person. Ten years I’d chased Nyx, and he’d desired me so badly that anytime I came close, his eyes would darken and his cocks would peek out from between his tentacles. The ruthless bastard had refused to give in, though, claiming his greater age, a mere fifteen years, was too much.

Well, I wasn’t waiting that long this time, so he was simply going to have to get with the program and fuck Chase, then claim him.

“He does,” Nyx replied slowly, but his frown deepened. “Is that all he’s wearing?”

“He doesn’t need more,” I lied. Chase certainly did. His poor nipples already looked cold in the warm house.

“I’ll be okay,” Chase said, worrying at his thin shirt.

Nyx growled. “Come, Chase. I will dress you in something far more suitable.”

Chase followed without question, and I danced. So perfectly easy.

I pulled all of the clothes off Chase, and his cock twitched, swelling up. He refused to meet my eyes, but he held his hands behind his back as he swayed side-to-side. Chase was giving me a lot of leeway, more than I’d ever suspected he would.He almost struck me as a Boy. I paused. In fact, I believed he was; he’d said something of it in his contract. He didn’t regress, though, or engage in age play. I’d never followed the kink of Daddies and Boys much, but I certainly knew of it. Also, one of Tam’s secondary partners was a Little.

I was dominant, and that was all that mattered to my species, but I had a feeling that Chase was a Boy who wanted a Daddy to take care of him. I loved—needed people to take care of. Caring, sheltering, and nurturing were as much in my nature as dominance was.

“I’m going to dress you any time we leave. Do you understand, boy?”

“Yes, Daddy,” he replied instantly, then flushed a deep red. “I mean… I meant… That’s not…”

I caught his chin, making him look at me. “Do you need that?”

Chase bit his lip, shuffling and not even glancing at me.

Was he upset? Scared? I wasn’t sure, but I didn’t like it.

“Answer me,” I ordered, but I kept my voice gentle so as not to hurt the human.

“Yes.”

Why was this damn human so perfect for me and Tam? It made no logical sense. I didn’t believe in Cri or her gifts of fated mates as Tam did; I thought it was all shit. But Chase… There was something almost magical about how well he fit with us.