Page 11 of Claimed By the Boss

Reaching between our bodies, he grips his shaft and positions his cock at my entrance. With one powerful snap of his hips, he thrusts into my body, splitting me open.

A whine of protest escapes me, and I push at his shoulders.

“It’s okay.” He kisses over my cheek to my ear. “You can take me. Our bodies were made for this.”

He presses forward, and the burn of invasion wars with the joy of being taken by my Alpha. His cock sinks deeper and deeper, nudging against my stomach before he finally stops.

His heavy breaths fill my ear. “You’re so tight. You feel so good wrapped around me.”

My inner muscles clench and release, molding to his thick shape, and restless desire fills me. He’s not moving, and I need him to. More slick pours from my body, and I encircle his waist with my legs, lifting my hips.

Stretching up, I lick and suck the strong column of his neck. “Alpha, please.”

He rises above me, his hard green eyes catching mine. “Who’s claiming you? Say my name.”

“Nolan.” I rock my hips against him, my hard dick rubbing the front of his dress shirt. “Nolan. Nolan. Nolan.”

“Good boy.” He leans down to kiss me once more.

No longer restraining himself, he pulls out, his cock hot and heavy as it leaves my body until his tip rests at my entrance. Then he drives into me again, moving within my channel in powerful thrusts.

Every inch of him is solid and hot, stretching me wider than I ever could with my fingers. His cock rubs against my prostate, sending shivers down my spine, and the discomfort gives way to pure pleasure. Nothing has ever felt so good in my life. My body melts beneath him, craving more contact, more friction.

His hand slips between us to stroke my dick in time with his thrusts, sending me spiraling into a haze of pleasure.

“More,” I moan, needing him to go deeper.

Without hesitation, he pulls out, then slams back in with more force, and my body welcomes him as if I was made just for him. The wet sound of our bodies joining mingles with my needy whimpers. My fingernails scrape down the back of his suit jacket, desperate to hold on to something.

His name falls from my lips in a desperate chant as pleasure builds inside.

Then different words fall from my lips, begging to be filled with his seed, for him to put a baby in me.

With a growl, Nolan rears back, his cock dragging from my body, and he flips me onto my stomach. Instinct lifts my ass, and I press my hands against the car door, bracing myself as Nolan thrusts into me once more.

His weight comes down on top of me, and I arch the back of my neck toward him. His teeth clamp down on my nap, sinking deep, and pleasure rushes through me. My dicks pulses, cum splashing the seat beneath me.

Nolan bites down harder, pinning me down as his body stiffens on top of mine, and hot cum floods my channel.

Shivers of release wrack my body, but the fever of my Heat still burns.

Slowly, he releases my nape to lick the wound, ensuring his DNA gets into my system, Marking me as his Omega.

5

The sound of water splashing against a tiled wall draws me from sleep.

I blink, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings of a luxurious bedroom. The silky sheets beneath my bare skin probably cost more than my rent, and the mattress hugs my body. Every muscle aches from being used, and when I lift a hand to touch the back of my neck, my fingers find a delicate ring of scabs in the shape of a bite mark.

My heart races as the events of the last several nights flood my mind. Nolan Rockford, the Alpha I’ve admired from afar, had taken care of me during my Heat.

My stomach twists with mortification as I remember throwing myself at him, using my pheromones to trigger his Alpha instincts. I had done to him what Rich tried to do to me.

That I was out of my mind with need by that point doesn’t make it okay. What I did to him is why no one wants to hire Omegas.

I can’t face him after forcing myself on him. I need to get out of here before he steps out of the bathroom and sees me lying naked on the bed, my body still tingling from his touch.

With effort, I crawl out of the bed. My legs quiver like jelly as I stand, and cool air touches my bare skin. My heart hammers as I frantically search the room and find my clothes in a large, walk-in closet. Someone had washed and ironed them before hanging my club uniform next to Nolan’s thousand-dollar suits.

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