Page 5 of Unwrapping Chase

That was shocking, and yet, it happened sometimes. You found someone who was so perfect that you had to keep them forever. My sex, mulkrake, had the ability to sense our perfect matches, and Chase was meant for Nyx and me. I was alright with Chase belonging to us, so I accepted my desire, processed it, and moved on in the blink of an eye. I’d need to woo this human and bind him to me, to us, so there would be no escape. We wouldn’t leave this planet or live without him.

Chase already liked Nyx, or at the very least was attracted to him, and that was the hardest hurdle to cross. Nyx, while I loved him dearly, was a grumpy ass that was an unmovable boulder that you had to push uphill to get him to decide anything, but Chase already desired him. Perfect.

I slid my arm through Chase’s, and he paused to look at me. I simply smiled. It was far too soon to ask him to couple with me or us, and I’d have to ask Nyx if he wanted Chase or if Chase would be mine and someone I might occasionally share with Nyx. Though I felt positive that Chase was meant for meandNyx. We were meant to be in a primary relationship with him.

For now, though, I’d ask Chase every question that came to my mind and get to know the human that I was keeping as my Christmas gift.

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What did you just ask me?

The walk was long, and yet, it didn’t feel as long as it was because Tam had pestered me with questions, from innocuous ones like my favorite color, to if my parents were alive, or if I liked tentacles. They were definitely trying to get me to have sex, and I was going to stay resolute in my decision. No sex with customers, or, at least, not ones that I was on the verge of crushing on. All it would take was one little push, and I’d fall hard into Tam… and Nyx.

Now, if Nyx asked… I refused to let that thought go any further. He wasn’t asking. I’d always had a hard time saying no to Daddy. Not Daddy, certainly notmyDaddy, but rather, Daddy types. Nyx wasn’t my Daddy, and he never was going to be.

Literally, couldn’t I stick to anything for more than two seconds? I wasn’t going to make the same mistake, no matterhow attractive they were and no matter how much I wanted to cling to them while begging them to love me.

Tam bounced beside me, and my gaze, as well as my focus, flicked to them. They were adorable. I had such an odd urge to sweep them into my arms and never let them go. They were too precious, but I couldn’t give in. It was far too dangerous. I would catch feelings, and the last time I’d had feelings, it had ruined my entire life. It was a miracle I was even here right now and not incarcerated on some asteroid, working off the ginormous debt I had.

Besides, Tam probably only wanted one or two fucks, and that was it. Forever wasn’t a possibility, and it was ridiculous for me to even think of forever after only knowing them for a handful of minutes. People didn’t choose lifelong relationships seconds after seeing someone for the first time.

The feeling remained, though. I couldn’t get the idea of being with Tam, and maybe Nyx, out of my mind. The problem was I didn’t want a couple of fucks. I wanted forever, which I guessed was pathetic, but I wanted what I wanted. However, that was off limits.

I kept my answers short and sweet while listening to the gentle songs of the birds in the towering trees. I made sure to be honest in all my responses, even when I didn’t necessarily want to be. But Tam was so joyous with every answer. They were a ball of energy that was simply too cute, but there was an edge to their sweetness, like a tart aftertaste. Whenever my responses strayed too close to something sexual, Tam had this almost possessive gleam in their silver eyes.

When we arrived at their cabin—though that was too little a word—Tam squealed and clapped in obvious delight. Nyx snagged his partner close and ran a hand over the back of Tam’s head. The movement made something fragile ache in my chest. No one had ever cared about me like that, and I craved it. Ineeded to be loved and cherished like Nyx did Tam. Never had I had that. Nor would I.

“It’s so pretty,” Tam gushed, making me look at the cabin with fresh eyes.

Unlike the other lodgings we offered, this wasn’t a log cabin. It was a rustic cottage with a steep roof and wooden siding. The frosted front windows were large, framed with shutters, and let in what little light there was. Multi-colored Christmas lights were strung around the edge of the roof, and little lights that looked like gumdrops lined the stone path that led to the generous porch. Already, smoke curled out of the stone chimney, giving the scene a homey air. The ground and the pine trees had the perfect amount of snow coating them.

It was utterly picturesque.

“I love it,” Tam squealed, hugging Nyx, who brushed a hand over the back of their head once again, burying his fingers in the pink strands. He kissed his mate’s forehead, then pressed their two faces together.

A shattering resounded inside of me, and I had to look away to gather myself before I did something foolish.

“It’s perfect,” Tam cried. “I’m so happy.”

I couldn’t help but smile at their exuberance and look back at the couple, my eyes catching Nyx’s. He stared at me, expression blank, for a moment before returning his attention to his partner.

The oddest feeling that I was being rejected, even though that was ridiculous, swept through me and made me want to cry. How could he reject me? We weren’t even together or even flirting. However, I felt like he was displeased with me for some reason. That I’d been bad.

I needed to stop. Nyx wasn’t my Daddy. He didn’t care one iota about me or my behavior. I was letting this weird attraction to Nyx and Tam go too far.

I left them to their happiness and started to haul their many suitcases into the cabin, leaving them in the doorway. If either of them wanted me to carry their stuff upstairs, I would, even though my muscles were on fire and I was shaking from strain. It was all part of the full service we offered. Not to mention, Nyx and Tam had purchased the premium, all-inclusive package. They were entitled to basically whatever they wanted.

Groaning, I stretched my arms above my head, then rubbed the back of my neck, trying to ease the strain. Something smooth with the slightest grit massaged over my tight muscles.

I started.

Tam pressed against my back and continued to rub my shoulders and neck. I moaned as he dug into my stiff neck, forcing the overworked muscles to relax.

“Oh, poor Chase. You need someone to take care of you,” Tam whispered, their breath rushing over my sweat-covered skin.

I whimpered. I did.

“I can take care of you. I want to,” they murmured. “I want to take such very good care of you.”