Page 79 of Claimed By the Alpha

His fingers trailed over my body, slipping off my bra and destroying my panties with his claws.

The night breeze from the window made my nipples perk, and he smirked in appreciation.

“Open your mouth.”

I gulped, my core flustered with need as I parted my lips. His hand brushed to the back of my head, his finger intertwining with my hair. With a slight tug, he tilted my head, forcing me to part my lips further.

“Perfect,” he groaned, freeing his cock from his boxers.

A blush reddened my cheeks while my eyes were fixed on the small drop of pre-cum glistening on the head.

Slowly, oh so slowly, he glided inside me.

“Deeper, little bird, I want to see you choke on it.”

Widening my mouth, relaxing my throat as much as possible, he pressed further until the tip hit the back of my throat.

I moaned, the sound vibrating around his cock. He held me close, savoring the feel, and then cautiously began to thrust.

Holding his hips for support, his movement fastened, and I took it all.

“Such a good little bird, taking my cock like there is no tomorrow.” His praise shuddered my spine, and wetness pooled between my legs.

This need to rub myself and release this built up tension rose higher, but the moment my fingers flexed at his hip, he grabbed my hand.

He shook his head and then let his hand wander to my breasts, kneading them and tugging on my perked nipple, sending an electric prickle to my clit.

The need in my core became almost painful.

His thrust changed as he fucked his way to his release, tears forming in my eyes until he stilled, pushing as deep as possible. His load painted the back of my throat, and I swallowed every drop.

“Now, turn for me.” He smiled, the hardness in his cock not faltering as I released it and turned around for my Alpha.

My core clenched around nothing as he palmed my ass, rubbing his hand over it again and again, closing in on my needy core.

“Tell me what you want,” he said, brushing his fingers over my wet lips, purposely not touching my clit or entrance.

Bastard.

“I heard that,” he growled and slapped my ass.

I moaned, resting my head on the mattress, positioning myself in full submission, and said the words my wolf hated.

“Please, Alpha. Take me.”

He groaned and lined up at my entrance. My legs shivered, my core ready for his attack, one I desperately craved.

As his hands grabbed my hips, he slammed inside me, forcing a scream from my lips. Not giving me a second to wrap around him, he pounded through my clenched walls, pleasure spiking within me, my orgasm building rapidly. He was fucking me like the animal he was.

Hard, bloody, and without remorse. Just as I wanted him to.

His grip tightened, and claws punctured my skin and became my undoing. My orgasm crashed through me, and only his hold held me up as his thrust wouldn’t slow.

Arching my back further, my hips tilted with his pounds, and he groaned, wanting more.

I had missed every part of him. His touch, his presence, and fuck did I miss this. Being one with him and giving in to our primal urges.

Being claimed by my one true Alpha.

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