Page 27 of Wild Claim

“No,” I said, my voice rough. “It feels fucking incredible. You?”

A blush crept across her cheeks. “Ah, it’s... it’s intense.”

Her tight walls clenched around my swollen cock, squeezing every drop from me. I let out a guttural groan, my hips bucking uncontrollably. Rational thoughts flew out the window as raw pleasure rushed through my veins. My cock throbbed,expanding even more at the base. A guttural growl rumbled from my throat. I’m unable to stop my frantic thrusting.

Mina gasped, her nails digging into my shoulders. “Ah,so good!”

My hips snapped forward with bruising force as the knot swelled to its full size, locking us tighter together. The intense revving made her pussy clench down with pressure, sending shockwaves of pleasure through my entire body. “Goddamn. I can’t stop.”

“No, give me more,” she moaned. “Keep going!”

With a grunt, I gripped her hips and yanked her down. She gasped as she sank further, taking my swollen knot to the hilt. Her eyes fluttered shut, mouth falling open in a silent moan.

“Fuck,” I hissed through clenched teeth.

Mina’s hips rolled in slow circles, drawing a growl from deep in my chest. Her fingers splayed across my abs as she found her rhythm, riding me with abandon. She’s beautiful. So fucking beautiful, and she’s mine.All mine. My gums tingled, teeth sharpening to points as I rose and nuzzled her neck. She settled on my lap as I held her tight. The scent of her arousal drove me wild. I couldn’t hold back anymore.

“Rory,” she breathed, “What are you doing?”

I answered by sinking my fangs into the soft curve where her neck met her shoulder. Mina cried out, her inner walls clamping down. My knot pulsed, sending vibrations through us both. The bed frame shook from the intensity.

“Marking you asmine,” I growled, voice barely human. I lapped at the mark, soothing the sting.

Mina’s nails raked down my back as she rode out her release. “Yours,” she whimpered. “Always yours.”

Her body seized around me, sending her over the edge again. She threw her head back as an orgasm ripped through her. Theintensity of it made her whole-body shake, and her nails dug crescents into my shoulders.

The sight of her in that moment, completely undone, pushed me to the brink. My knot swelled again, stretching her beyond her limits. I can feel every flutter of her walls, every throb of her pussy surging through our locked bodies.

“Fucking hell,” I growled. “I’m going to fill you up again.”

She bit her lip, eyes half-lidded and dazed. “Oh God,yes.”

With a hard thrust, I emptied myself into her, hot and thick. Each spurt sends a jolt through my body, a lightning strike of pleasure that leaves me breathless. We’re so tightly bound that I can feel my seed mixing with her, the warmth spreading between us. I collapsed on my back when it finally stopped, so she didn’t have to take all my weight.

But I’m still inside. My knot hasn’t deflated yet. We lay there in comfortable silence, the occasional tremor rippling through us.

My fingers tangled in her hair. How the hell did I get so lucky?

“So,” Mina said after a while, propping her chin on my chest to look at me. “Is this going to be a regular thing now? The whole... you know?”

“Sweetheart, your guess is as good as mine. This wasn’t exactly covered in health class.”

She giggled. “Well, I guess we’ll just have to do more... research.”

“I like the way you think,” I growled playfully, nipping at her ear.

We were locked together, with neither of us wanting the moment to end. I’d claimed her, marked her as my mate. There was no going back now. Whatever I was—man, turkey, or something in between—Mina had accepted all of me. And I’d spend the rest of my days making sure she never regretted it.

Epilogue

MINA

Three years later...

“Think about it. We could do a full Thanksgiving spread. Chestnut stuffing, tarragon green beans, twice baked sweet potatoes. We’d save a poor piggy from being baked.”

He straightened, wiping his large hands on a floral dish towel. “Sweetheart,” he said, slowly, as if explaining to a small child. “The point ofourThanksgiving is not sticking with cookie-cutter traditions. You don’t mess with tradition.”

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