Page 28 of Claiming His Virgin Mate

Images of his sapphire eyes boring into hers when he’d stroked and petted her filled her brain and Maggie sighed, leaning back against the tile and sliding down until her bottom hit the built-in seat that was supposed to be for shaving and what not.

Maybe this was the what-not. Her inner voice growled, and Maggie nodded and closed her eyes.

She wanted that image of Alex with her while she explored her body with her fingers. Cupping her breasts, she plucked her nipples, twisting and turning them, sending spikes of arousal shooting through her.

She was all alone. Joelle had texted her to say she was spending the night at the Pack house, and that was something she understood the Wolves of the Pack indulged in from time to time. The sense of community was strong and a necessary part of the Shifter world.

She’d told her sister to call if she needed anything, but this little bit of free time and privacy meant she could also indulge herself. If only Alex were here, she thought with a whimper as she found her swollen nubbin with her thumb.

Maggie moaned aloud, missing the click of the doorknob as it turned and an unexpected guest entered her bathroom.

“Fuck, kit, keep doing that,” growled a familiar voice and her eyes opened wide.

She was so close, and suddenly, there he was. Alex stood inside her bathroom and peeled back the curtain. His eyes were zeroed in on her hands, where she was currently playing with herself in full view of his stare. Her fingers stuttered in their ministrations. But he growled again. Louder, this time freezing her with his intensity.

“Don’t you dare stop, kit,” he said opening his jeans and gripping his magnificent cock in his right hand, “Keep strumming that little button for me, baby, that’s it.”

She followed his instruction, mesmerized by the way his own hand gripped and squeezed his length. Fuck, he was so hot. She licked her lips at the drop of precum that formed on his mushroomed head, but anytime she slowed down, he stopped.The bastard.

But he is so damn sexy. Yes. Mine.Her inner voice was going all sorts of crazy, and she couldn’t blame herself. Just look at him. Chest heaving, abdominal muscles tensed, and the expression on his face was a study of pure eroticism. Alex looked at her as if he could keep on looking at her forever. Like her image could sustain him for life. And damn if that didn’t make her sex slick with need.

“Don’t stop now, kit, keep touching yourself,” he said in that deep, husky voice that pushed her just a bit closer to the edge.

“Need,” she whimpered, unsatisfied by her own hands. She wanted him closer, touching her, tasting her. The image burned inside her brain. She nodded when he cocked his head questioningly.

“I got what you need,” he growled, ignoring the jeans that still clung to his hips. He entered the shower on his knees, dropping down in front of her until he was level with her needy sex.

“Mine,” he growled the word, and the sound sent waves of pleasure spiking through her.

Maggie moaned aloud. She was helpless under his intense stare. Desperate for his mouth, hell, for any part of him. Alex gripped her thighs, lifting her legs, he draped them over his shoulders. She should’ve been concerned about her weight, her balance, but she wasn’t. Alex made no secret of his desire for her body, chubby bits and all. The way he positioned her, tilting her hips and holding her legs off the floor, forced her to trust in him to support her, and she did, she realized.

He had her. Alex would never drop her or hurt her. She knew that instinctually. Just like she knew she was going to scream if he didn’t put his mouth on her soon.

“Please, Alex,” she begged.

Pride, self-consciousness, secrecy, none of it had any place between them. Truth was, she wanted Alex more than she wanted her next breath. The man did things to her, made her want things she’d never even dreamed about before. But now, with him, she wanted it all.

“Mine,” he growled again before dropping a hot, open-mouthed kiss right on her pussy.

Maggie moaned loud and long. His mouth was fucking perfect. The suction of his lips, strokes of his tongue, and fingers gripping her thighs had her coming apart in minutes.

She hardly noticed when one of his hands disappeared until she felt the warm stream of his cum against her backside.

Holy shit. How fucking hot was that? She’d turned him on so much he came right along with her. And all the while, he never stopped licking and sucking. Pleasuring her with his mouth until they were both boneless.

Afterwards, Alex stood her up under the water. He lathered them both with soap, then rinsed, and carried her out to the bed.

“You know, I came here tonight to tell you that Edward Coleson has been found and captured. The Pack has him in custody.”

Maggie sat up in his arms, glad that he had yet to let her go. Relief that the man responsible for so much grief was going to pay for what he’d done filled her briefly, but it was so much less important than she’d thought it would be.

“Good. What happens now?”

“Well, there will be an investigation. Most of the money is probably gone, but Rafe said a good chunk of it would be returned immediately to you.”

“Doesn’t matter now, ISP has the mortgage-”

“Actually, there is no mortgage. The debt has been paid.”

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