Page 42 of Unwrapping Chase
“Yes.” I didn’t want to sleep without Chase beside us either. He’d so quickly become a part of us that separating, even for a night, didn’t make sense or feel right.
Tam slipped upstairs, and I gathered Chase into my arms.
He stirred. “Daddy?”
“I have you.”
“Where’s Tam?”
“Upstairs.”
“Hmm,” he moaned, snuggling closer to me.
“Time to sleep, boy.” I pressed a kiss to his forehead.
“Don’t want to be alone.”
I gave him another kiss. “You won’t be. You’ll be right next to me and Tam, where you belong.”
“Love you, Daddy,” Chase whispered, and I stumbled, breath freezing in my lungs.
“I love you too, boy.” I carefully carried him up the stairs and tucked him into the bed. Chase gave a soft sigh when I kissed his forehead before slipping into the bathroom. Tam was already in the bath, waiting. I joined them without hesitation and curled around them, resting my ear against their chest.
“I can’t leave him,” I whispered.
“Neither can I,” they replied.
“What if he doesn’t choose us?”
Tam didn’t respond at first, simply brushing my hair. “Then we stay here and woo him until he does. It’s not like we can’t afford it, and you can work remotely.”
I could. “If he doesn’t want us to?”
They lifted my chin and gently kissed me. “He will. He cares, Nyx. I can see it. I can feel it. Chase wants us as much as we want him.”
“I hope so.”
Their lips found mine, and I groaned. Tam pressed into me, pushing me back. I curled my tentacles around them and drew them closer, arching to offer my hole. Tam gasped but didn’t speak. It wasn’t often that I wanted to be fucked, but occasionally, I needed it, and right now, I needed the comfort of my coupling claiming me.
“Please, dear one,” I whispered against their lips, my chest heaving, and my cocks hardened and breached my sea of tentacles.
“I will take care of you,” Tam said and settled against me, their cock slotting against my hole. “I always will.”
Fisting the hair at the nape of their neck, I dragged their head back and snarled, “Because you are mine.”
Tam moaned. “Yes, Nyx. I’m yours as you are mine.”
I released them, and Tam dove forward and bit me, sinking their teeth into my shoulder. I cried out, my cocks bucking, and pulled them even closer. Tam sucked, drinking my blood as they pushed into me. My hole protested, burning with the stretch, but my coupling didn’t relent, as they knew I liked, and forced their cock into me, each nub on their shaft stimulating the walls of my channel and sending sparks of pleasure through me.
Once they were fully seated, Tam released my shoulder and kissed me, my blood smearing over my lips. “I have you, Nyx.”
“Take me, Tam,” I ordered.
They thrust into me, making the water in the tub splash onto the floor. I grunted with each plunge, pleasure mixing with the stretching burn. Tam kept their movements slow and steady. They breathed heavily against my lips and whined, “So tight, Nyx.”
I dug my fingers into their back. “Faster. Harder. Make me know how much I belong to you.”
Snarling, they slammed into me, and I released a high keening that was a mix of pain and pleasure. Tam bit my jaw, teeth digging in hard enough to leave another scar. “You aremine, Nyx. I chased and claimed you. You will never get away from me.”