My nails are currently painted black. I'm very happy about that because I've never painted them that color. Huh. What a coincidence. The disclaimer is written in black, too!
Ah. That's all I have to say. Ah.
She pulled him through the thick trees that separated the motel from her house. It probably wasn't necessary, but she did it anyway. Not so much as to keep him following her, but because she didn't want to let him go. No way was she ever letting him go again.
He stumbled behind her with much less grace than he possessed. What did he think of her now, after all her rambling? Did he know where she was going, what she was thinking? What was he thinking? God, what was she doing?
Chase stopped a few feet from her house, listening. She could hear Dean's heavy breathing behind her, the small river on the other side of her house, an animal chattering above their heads, and nothing inside the house. Good. Everyone was gone like they were supposed to be. She hoped to Heaven they stayed that way.
As she pushed open the squeaking screen door, Dean immediately fell into his defense.
"Nice place," he told her, "a little cluttered, but decent for a wolf."
Wit. She hated it, didn't want it. Glaring at him with cold eyes, she dared him to keep talking as she closed and locked the door.
"You know you don't see many packs like this. Living the good life complete with running water and, " he picked up a magazine that was lying on the table, "Cosmo."
Tearing the magazine out of his hands, she roughly pushed him against the wall. "I don't want another sound to come out of your mouth," she snarled. "One more word, and you won't leave here in one piece." Letting go except for the hand wound around his wrist, she dragged him up the stairs to her right. She didn't want his jokes, his sarcasm. She didn't want his charm, the way his eyes lit up when something devious ran through his twisted mind. Hell, she didn't even want his mind. She wanted him, and that was all.
Dean was hesitant as she pulled him down the dark hall toward her room. She felt his fear as well as his anticipation, neither stronger than the other, and it only made her stomach twist tighter. She faintly realized she was slowly ignoring her human instincts. She didn't want to play, didn't want to wait. There was no feeling of true love as she pushed open the door, pushed him in, and pushed it closed again. And, more importantly, as she pulled his leather jacket down from his shoulders and slipped out of her boots, there was no regard for his will. He could live or he could die. She could kill him the second this was over and it wouldn't make any difference. The only thing she cared about was the want and need that overrode Chastity Stone and slowly uncaged the animalistic inclination she was born with.
Sliding her hands under his worn, gray shirt she pushed him down on the edge of the bed. "Go ahead," she said noticing the bewildered look in his eyes.
"What are you doing?" he asked resting his weight on his hands.
She grinned and felt the adrenaline pump through her veins. "If you're a good boy you just might find out." Before he could answer, her lips were locked to his.
Tongues tangling, he fell back onto the bed. She followed him down, placing a leg on either side of his hip to balance herself. His hands traveled up her spine making old scars spike and new ones burn before settling on her lower back moving in circles. As she pushed her hands farther up his torso, his touch became insistent. Her hands stopped at his shoulders and in a split second he had pulled the shirt the rest of the way off. He stretched to get to his jeans, but Chase grabbed both of his hands and pinned them above his head, "Help and die," she threatened into his ear.
He laughed a little at that. The sound rumbled around in his chest as she ran her fingers down his arms and sides leaving barely visible red lines where her nails had touched him. Before she could reach his jeans he was kissing with enough force to push her up. Dean's hand rubbed her sides worriedly, slowly inching their way under the thin, blue fabric of her shirt, and finally pulling it and her bra off. A soft sound brought her attention back to his mouth. Was it me? Was it him? Don't know. Don't care. The rough thought processes was pushed to the back of her mind as his tongue and lips explored her mouth. His motions grew aggressive, and she pushed her tongue deeper.
Suddenly, she was back down on the bed and Dean was on top of her. Her nails dug into his back with her surprise, but he didn't seem to notice. She did though. She noticed enough for both of them. Her nails had broken the skin, and she could smell the tiny droplets of blood that were forming. Chase moved her hands down his back, tracing the path she knew the blood would take, finally coming to a rest at the waistband of his jeans. With a skill she didn't know she possessed, Chase quickly unbuckled his belt, and had his jeans off in a few seconds.
Hooking one hand behind his neck , she used the other to reach for the button on her jeans.
"Uh-uh," Dean breathed snatching her hand away, "My job, wolf." She snarled a bit, but it just solicited another laugh from him as he slid her jeans and underwear off with practiced expertise.
Suddenly, the scent of more blood invaded the air. She looked up and saw it dripping from a long gash in his neck. The warm liquid trickled through her fingers and down her arm. Faintly, she wondered if he noticed, but forgot everything as slid a hand tauntingly down her leg, pressed his lips securely to hers, and moved inside her sending tingling jolts up her back.
Her hands moved again to his back, leaving a bloody trail in their wake, pushing him closer to her, scraping down his sides and back up his chest, finally coming to a rest once again on his neck as a wave of desire washed from her to him and back at twice the strength. He groaned into her neck and pushed her farther into the mattress. She could barely breathe, but it didn't matter. Nothing mattered except the surge of feeling playing between them and the blood she could almost taste.
"Claimed," she whispered into his ear as jolts of dying pleasure tremored through them both, but she didn't think he heard her. Dean's weight gradually pressed down on top of her, and she attempted to unclench her hands from his shoulders.
"Were you trying to kill me?" his voice was rough in her ear.
She shivered as he ran his hands down her sides and shifted his weight so she could breathe easier. "I'm sorry," she replied quietly. "I didn't mean-"
He cut her off with a quick kiss. "Just don't."
She nodded reaching up to push her hair out of her face. Her hand was shaking, and she could feel a warm smear of blood across her forehead. Closing her eyes, she fought to push the wolf back down. Flecks of blood laced her lips, and she couldn't deny that he would taste good. Better than good. A-fucking-mazing.
"We need to do something about your side," he stated with closed eyes. His arm was across her stomach.
Reaching down, Chase felt the newly opened gash on her side. It would heal in a second. She rolled onto her side to face him. "You're neck needs fixed, too."
He nodded. "I thought you got rid of that thing." His hand moved to her side. "What the…" he opened his eyes and looked down. "I swear that was bleeding."
"It was," Chase replied putting a hand on his neck. "And it will never be fully healed."
"Why?" Dean's hand made slow circles on her back.
"Effect of silver. It just won't."
"Oh." He was silent a minute and she shut her eyes. Not for long, though. "So I'm yours now?"
"What?" she played dumb.
"I heard you, Chase."
"Heard what?"
"Claimed. You said it."
She licked her lips again. The taste would never disappear. "Yeah."
"How?"
"Blood," She put a little pressure on his neck, willing the cut to heal, "Yours is in mine and mine in yours."
"What's it mean?" He reached up to scratch where her hand was, but she shooed him away.
"No female wolf will ever come near you without killing me first." She slowly removed her hand, satisfied with only faint scaring.
"Is that a good thing?"
Chase chortled, "Depends on who you meet."
"Right," he sighed and reached up to scratch his neck. "Hey," he stated rubbing where the cut used to be, "I thought my neck was bleeding?"
"It was," Chase closed her eyes. "For about an hour you're immortal, unless you get mixed up in silver. Don't get too carried away. It'll wear off."
"I'm what?" Dean exclaimed.
"Immortal, but only for a bit." Chase rested her head on his shoulder. She could still smell the blood on his back even though it was quickly congealing.
"So I could go jump off a building and live right now if I wanted to?" He started to stand.
"I really wish you wouldn't." Chase frowned and pulled him back on the bed.
"Why's that?" he asked pulling out of her grasp.
"Because you'll get stupid. It'll go to your head."
"How do you know?"
"I know how that kind of power feels. You're not used to it. Don't push it."
Dean frowned and his voice hardened. "You don't know enough about me to know how I'll handle it."
"But I know enough." Chase tried to remain calm. If she got angry, she would lose it. The smell of blood was still too strong, the wolf would do anything to get to it.
"The hell you do!" Dean was pushing it. He was really pushing it.
"Please, don't argue," Chase pleaded.
"Why not, Chase? Can't take it?" His voice grew slightly menacing. "Apparently, for the next hour you can't do shit. So what I do is my business."
She shut her eyes and focused on breathing. "Do you want to die, Dean? Because I can take care of that right now."
"Is that a threat?" Dean snapped. "Going to rip out my throat, or whatever it is you're saying now?"
"It's a consequence, and I would much rather let you bleed." She snapped her mouth shut. She had to control it.
"Go ahead then," Dean whispered the challenge in her ear. "I'm right here. Easy target. "
She pushed him away.
"That's what I thought. You're not going to do a damn thing."
That was it. She didn't have to sit here and listen to him bullshit. Grabbing his shoulders she pushed him down and swiftly repositioned herself on top of him. "I'll do more than that, Winchester," she growled edging her fingers down his arm. "You want immortality so bad? I'll gladly give it to you. Maybe then something will crack that thick skull of yours." She lowered her mouth to his jaw. "Where should I bite?" she asked grazing her lips up the bone and to his neck. "It'll go faster the closer to your heart it is, but why not let you suffer a little?"
"Chase."
"No? Don't want to suffer? Not up for a little pain? Pathetic, Dean. I thought you were stronger than that."
"Chase, stop."
"Why? It's about time one of the big bads got to you. I'll be the first to crack you, Dean. Imagine the bragging rights." She could still taste his blood, and as the sensation slowly filtered through her she felt the wolf cautiously rising. "Won't hurt too bad. Promise."
All of a sudden, someone was pounding on the door. "Chase!" Lilly yelled from the other side. "I need to talk to you!"
"What?" Chase barked.
"It's Maddy. She ran off. I sent Kist, but…."
"Shit," Chase mumbled. Taking the chance, Dean pushed her off him, and pulled the comforter over them just as Lilly entered the room.
"She smelt blood, Chase. Among other things." She eyed Dean strangely.
"How long ago?" Chase asked trying once again to tame the wild animal inside her.
"Twenty minutes."
"Damn," Chase breathed. "I'm going."
Lilly nodded and, with a final look at Dean, headed out of the room.
"What are you going to do?" Dean asked.
She pulled on her jeans. "I've got to find her."
"Why? I'm sure whoever it is can take care of herself."
"Yeah," Chase scoffed, "As well as a few humans." Pulling on her shirt she strode to the door.
"I'm coming with you." Dean said reaching for his clothes.
"No, you're staying here."
"Chase-"
"I said stay!" And with a threatening glance she was out the door, shutting it securely behind her. "Watch him," she told Lilly as she passed.
Lilly nodded. "Be careful. Kist is out there somewhere."
Chase nodded, but pushed the information aside. One problem at a time.