Chasing The Night: Big Easy Shifters: Book Three, Knox, Abby [book series to read .TXT] 📗

trust fund or any other material thing, but he can’t take you away from me, okay? You’re mine now. I’m taking care of you from now on. And when I say ‘take care of you,’ I’m talking about you and the baby I’m gonna put inside you. You are it for me, sweetheart. I don’t want to waste a single day.”

When his words drew a tear from her eyes, he kissed it away. “Understood?”

She nodded.

“Do you trust me?”

“Yes, Gavin.”

The bed creaked as he settled her back on the mattress and towered over her, caging her in with his arms. “You were mine since the second I saw you dancing on the bar last night. There’s no going back now.”

She raised her head and kissed him hard. “I don’t ever want to go back.”

“You’re never going anywhere without me again, Now spread your legs,” he said, and nestling his cock in between her warm, wet folds.

Her chattering had been delightful, but now she was quiet and wide-eyed, her sighs driving him to the point of madness. Adjusting herself underneath him, Chastity inadvertently teased his shaft with her movements, causing a surge so hot in his blood he nearly shifted right then and there.

His next words could easily have been mistaken for nothing but a feral growl through gritted teeth. “Lock your legs around my hips, angel. I’m about to jog your memory.”

Chapter Eleven

Chastity

“Wait a minute, what’s that?” Gavin’s brow knit together as soon as the tip had slid in. She wanted more of him, all of him, but he’d met a wall of resistance.

The truth finally hit her. “We didn’t…last night, this morning, whatever…we didn’t actually, y’know, break it.”

“That means…that means your dad isn’t on his way to kill us,” he said, looking more than a little relieved.

“It also means now I’m going to have the memory of the pain of it,” she said.

Gavin pulled out, the bed creaking under the weight of him once again as he lay himself down next to her. His huge arms gathered her body flat against his in a tender but firm embrace. “Listen. We don’t have to do this now. We have nothing to prove to each other. We’re together and that’s that. You’re mine. It doesn’t matter if we do this today, tomorrow, or next week.”

The gentleness of this man, the care he was taking with her. She felt it so deeply, she blurted out exactly what she was feeling.

“Oh my God, I love you, Gavin.”

His arms stilled their caresses against her bare back. She waited, squeezing her eyes together, wincing at her forwardness. Too soon, Chas. What are you thinking?

What was likely to come next would be a serious talk about how to proceed with caution, how to keep a level head. But that’s not what happened. Instead, her man squeezed her tightly and said, “Shit, I can’t believe I let you say it first. I love you, Chastity, in case that wasn’t clear.”

All of her tensed muscles released in happiness, and she surprised Gavin by forcing him onto his back—recognizing that he wasn’t putting up any resistance—and climbing on top of him. She could tell he would never forgive himself for causing her pain, no matter how much she insisted, so she had to take charge.

Straddling him, her knees planted on either side, she guided him in. Then, letting go of all inhibitions, she allowed gravity to do the rest of the work.

She cried out, squeezing her eyes closed. She breathed through the brief, sharp pain, and then felt everything yield to this newness, this fullness.

“Baby,” he murmured. He reached one hand to touch her face, and she barely had to lean down to meet it. “talk to me.”

Her eyes watered just a little, but she smiled through it. “I’m good, I’m really good.” She was; this was not a lie to make him feel better. The fullness of him inside her, the thickness, the depth, seemed to touch her everywhere. She felt him everywhere in her physical body and in the magical soul of the panther, who was starting to get riled up by all these runaway emotions. She felt a growl bubbling up inside her diaphragm.

“I’m…I’m not sure what to do next,” she said, once again embarrassed at her inexperience.

Without another word, Gavin picked her up with his two beefy hands and rolled her onto her back. It seemed to take no effort for him to change her position. “Then let me do the work. We’ll figure it out together. Remember, I’ve never done this before either.”

The two of them shared a laugh that turned into gasping as Gavin started to move inside her. The gentle slide in and out felt so delicious, but her need was not satisfied. It only expanded; she needed to be touched everywhere. She rolled her hips into him, and his thrusts grew slightly rougher and deeper. This was a revelation, a rediscovery of parts of her that only she had touched in secret before. Their shared friction allowed her clit to make contact with his hard, pumping body. The sensation gave no relief to the ache, only made her more desperate.

Each time her clit made contact, she dug her nails into Gavin’s back, and he answered her with curses, grunts, and growls she’d never heard from another human.

“Fucking hell. So tight, sweetheart.”

Her feelings were everywhere. She wanted to laugh, to cry, but mostly she wanted to get closer. Impossible, she thought. There was no distance between them. Still, Chastity’s legs seemed to act on their own and locked around Gavin, trying with all her human strength to bring him in closer.

Gavin grunted louder with the rhythmic effort of each thrust, his face a combination of attention, care, but also a deepening, fierce need.

“Tell me what you need, sweetheart,” he rasped, his beard tickling her neck as he lowered his head to speak close to her ear. “It’s okay, it’s me. Tell me.”

She finally said it. “I need you to touch my clit,