Page 17 of Claiming the Dhampir

He released my arms and gripped my ass cheeks, lifting me easily. I wrapped my arms and legs around him with a soft cry of alarm and let him carry me to the bedroom.

We finally get to see him naked! Mir exclaimed. I want to taste him. Promise me we can taste him.

I’m not drinking Elliott’s blood, I argued.

No, we’re sucking other things, stupid.

Of course I blushed with her insinuation, and my entire body felt like it would burst into flames with the visuals she gave me. With those visuals came the realization that she’d relinquished control back to me. I was no longer sitting the back seat watching her seduce my wolf.

I think we should let Elliott be in charge today, I said. I’m pretty sure there’ll be a next time.

Elliott tossed me on the bed before Mir could reply—or more likely argue. A stupid, girly squeal escaped me as I bounced on the mattress. Elliott crawled toward me in full predator mode, but he didn’t scare me. I could almost see his magic swirling around us. Just like his scent, I loved it. It made me feel safe and treasured.

“She’s not allowed to hide from me,” Elliott said, hovering over me. “I want all of you.”

He wanted all of me. All of my quirkiness. All my baggage. And my dhampir. Damon and Kenrid had accepted all of me, but not like this. Elliott deliberately asked for Mir’s consent. He made sure she knew how he felt. I quickly blinked away the tears suddenly stinging my eyes. I didn’t want to ruin this moment by crying.

“You can have all of me.” I reached up and slid my hands around the back of his neck, threading my fingers into his hair. “Now kiss me like you mean it.”

There was no hesitation this time. Elliott’s lips met mine with a fervor I didn’t expect from him. He’d been a tease for the last few weeks, but he’d also been a gentleman. All of that went out the window, and I didn’t mind one bit.

I matched his passion, kissing him like I was afraid he’d change his mind. His calloused palm found the bare skin on my stomach and burned a trail up to my breast. He easily held himself above me with his other arm.

I want to see those muscles, Mir pleaded. Why is he not naked?

I grinned against Elliott’s mouth, and he pulled back just far enough so I could see his face without being cross-eyed. My fingers slid from his hair and started making a trail down his chest. Yes, I did want to see him naked.

“What’s so funny?” he asked.

Did I see uncertainty in his eyes?

“Mir wants to know why you’re not naked.”

He lifted his head and laughed. The genuineness of his amusement had me laughing with him.

“You’re not in charge today,” he replied, leaning down to kiss my jaw. “I might let you pretend to be the boss later, but not today.” He pushed my shirt up, exposing my belly. “I’m going to worship your body like I promised I would. Then I’m going to make you mine.”

His gaze captured mine and seemed to hold me there. Even if I’d wanted to look away, I wasn’t sure I could. I didn’t want to lose this moment. I’d already decided to claim him, so it wasn’t like I’d argue about it. But the way he looked at me made me feel like I was the only person in the world who mattered to him.

“What are you waiting for?” I asked, letting my fingers continue their exploration of his amazing abs.

He didn’t answer with words. Both of his hands slid under my shirt and pulled it over my head. My bra disappeared next. He paused with his eyes fixed on Damon and Kenrid’s marks. As he slowly traced their outlines, I couldn’t decipher the look on his face. I didn’t say anything, though. If he asked, I’d definitely tell him, but I wasn’t about to talk about the other guys.

A few moments later, he left a trail of kisses down my body while his hands deftly removed the rest of my clothes.

I made the stupidest little sounds each time he found another sensitive spot. Like on the swell of my breasts, each side of my ribs, right above my hip bones, and of course the insides of my thighs. When his breath caressed my bare lady bits, I sucked in a sharp breath.

Elliott growled, then licked me. My body spasmed with his hot tongue on my most sensitive parts, but it didn’t stop him from continuing to torture me. His oh-so-talented tongue explored every part of me, pushing me closer and closer to an orgasm. My thighs trembled, and I threaded my fingers into Elliott’s hair, trying really hard not to grind myself on his face. I was so close. I just needed…

“You’re not in charge,” Elliott whispered.

“Elliott!” I pleaded, tugging his hair.

He chuckled. The bastard was enjoying pushing me to the edge and then denying me.

“What do you need, Lorna?” he asked, propping himself on one elbow and trailing his finger along my folds.

“Like you don’t know,” I growled.

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