Page 32 of Claimed By the Damned

She looked away from him and chewed on her bottom lip thoughtfully. “You don’t know the whole story about him, Zeke. You know part of it, sure, but there’s still a lot more you don’t. Killing him would have finally released me from this nightmare. So, yes, I would have been able to live with myself. And what’s more, I would have been able to accept you guys from the very beginning.”

He gently guided her face back to his and pressed a kiss to her lips. “This will all work out as it should in the end. You have to have faith that it will play out however it’s meant to when it comes to your father.”

She sighed. “Yeah, well, I’m tired of waiting for things to work out. When do I get to be happy?”

“You choose your own happiness. What would make you happy, right at this moment? What can I give you that would make you happy?”

She smiled shyly and wrapped her arms around his neck. “Just you.”

He grinned back before taking her mouth. The kiss was soft and sweet. He wanted her to know that he had her back, that he would give her anything she wanted. But somewhere along the way, after a few moments of lips brushing against lips, the kiss morphed into something hungry. Starved.

Her hands slid down his neck and to his sides where she shimmied his shirt up to place her palms against his skin. She wrapped her legs around his thighs and tugged him close. When his rock-hard erection pressed against her warm core, she tipped her head back and sighed. This new angle gave him access to her neck. He nibbled and bit and was rewarded with the sexiest sounds he’d ever heard.

It hadn’t been his intention to take things this far, he really had brought her here to make sure she ate something, but that’s what it was like for mates. They couldn’t keep their hands off each other for very long. How Drake managed to keep his distance, despite his conflicting emotions, was beyond him.

Zeke slid his hand up her thigh, loving the way she trembled and the goosebumps that rose on her skin. But he froze when he skimmed over her bare sex. “You’re not wearing anything under this dress.”

“No, I’m not. Complaining?” Her voice was soft and breathy.

He growled, slid the plates away, lifted her up, and set her on the counter. Bringing her to the edge, he then ran a finger across her clit before he moved down and pushed two inside of her. She moaned as he murmured against her collarbone, “So fucking wet.”

He brought his slick fingers back to her clit and began circling slowly. With his other hand, he pushed down the straps of her dress, exposing her nipples, and captured one with his mouth. She moaned again and tipped her head back again, her thighs shaking and her eyes closed.

Her back arched when he flicked his tongue against the tight peak, nibbling occasionally, and he could tell by the way her body tightened that she was already close.

When he pulled his hand away at the last moment and released her nipple, she cried out in frustration. She glared at him, but he didn’t give her a second to protest. He bent down, spread her legs wider, and buried his face between her thighs. He groaned at the taste of her and all the little sounds she was making as he brought her closer and closer to release again. Her fingers dug into his hair, her nails scraping against his scalp to make sure he didn’t move an inch, not that he had any intention of doing so. He licked and sucked and nipped, and all the while, she whimpered and mumbled incoherently. Her thighs began to tremble against his cheeks.

“Yes, Zeke,” she moaned. “Make me yours.”

He lifted his gaze to hers while sliding a finger inside of her. Did he hear her right? She wanted him to claim her? “You’re ready?” he asked, accent thick with his own arousal.

Her lips parted as she nodded with hooded eyelids. “Yes.”

His cock jumped in his pants, excitement overcoming him. But he ignored it and looked at her thighs draped open for him, submitting to him. Decision made, his canines slipped out, and he pressed a kiss to her inner thigh, right by her pussy. He continued to work his fingers inside her, and when she was trembling again, he bit down, finally claiming her as his.

She screamed his name and arched her back as she came, her pussy walls clamping down on his fingers. The orgasm seemed to go on for ages, but when she finally recovered from it, he retracted his canines, removed his fingers, and unzipped his pants. No way in hell was this over. Not yet. Not until he was inside her and she was a mess in his arms.

In one smooth motion, he pushed inside her. Her nails dug into his biceps as he fucked her fast and hard, unable to contain himself. One of the barstools clattered to the ground, and the apartment filled with the sounds of them fucking. She was so tight and so wet. He’d wanted to mark her ever since they met, right there in the alley, and he wasn’t sure how much longer he was going to last now that he finally had. The bond between them was stronger, but it wouldn’t solidify until she marked him too.

“Your turn, Princesa,” he said through clenched teeth. “I’m not going to last much longer.”

Her canines appeared at his words, and she pulled him forward by his arms, immediately sinking her teeth into the side of his neck. Her heels dug into his ass, urging him to go faster and harder. The sharp sting of her teeth mixed with the pleasure of being inside her, and within a few strokes, he fell apart.

The grip on her hips tightened, and he practically saw stars as he exploded inside of her. The moan that had begun in his chest turned into loud curses, but still, he rocked his hips faster, chasing this feeling and the overpowering sensations that came along with it.

“Fuck,” he whispered, out of breath and slowing his pace until he stilled inside of her. She released his neck, and he brought her lips up to his, kissing her fiercely. She was his mate now. His fucking mate! He hadn’t expected this to happen so soon; he would have been content to wait for as long as she needed. But he was happy it did because now he had something to fight for.

He broke the kiss and looked into her eyes, making sure there were no regrets lingering within their depths. When he found nothing of the sort, he smiled. “What made you change your mind?”

Her cheeks colored. “Just you being you. And I didn’t want you to ever doubt how much I want you, how much I want this. It’s time for me to stop being afraid and start doing what makes me happy. You just made me realize that is all.”

He kissed her forehead. He liked that answer.

Slipping out of her, he headed into the kitchen, grabbed a towel, and returned to clean her up. Once that was finished and they were both back in their clothes and the stool returned to its spot, he pulled her plate back to her.

“I meant what I said about taking care of yourself.” He kissed the top of her head again, his heart beating an extra beat from excitement. “Eat.”

She grinned at him and picked up one of the tacos he had prepared. “It’s not my fault you distracted me with sex.”

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