Page 5 of An Unexpected Claim

“Yesss,” she hissed as I rocked my hips into her. Her hands delved into my hair, dislodging the bun it so it tumbled down around my face. She fisted the strands and held on as if it were the only thing keeping her from being carried away.

Peyton’s head fell back against the wall, exposing a naked expanse of her elegant throat, and my canines descended. My wolf fought for control and I wrestled him back, trying to fight the need to sink my fangs into her. It would enhance her orgasm, but I’d made it a rule a long time ago not to bite women during sex. It was an intimate action and would only complicate things that were meant to be simple.

Instead, I sucked on the delicate skin and sped up my movements. She gasped, and her body went taut before she cried out as she shattered. I couldn’t help it—I dragged the sharp tip of one fang along her neck. But no matter how tempted I was, I didn’t break the skin.

I lifted my head and watched her as she rode out her climax. I hadn’t thought Peyton could be any more gorgeous, but holy shit. In the throes of ecstasy, she was like nothing I’d ever seen, and the sight imprinted itself on my brain, never to be forgotten.

“Wow,” she breathed when her orgasm ebbed. She released my hair and her arms flopped down as she opened her eyes. The deep emerald swirled with gold and my wolf responded to the peek at her panther with a hungry growl. Apparently, our animals were feeling a connection as well. But freeing them to play in the city wouldn’t end well.

“It’s only going to get better, baby,” I grunted as I moved to the bed and dropped her onto the mattress.

“Put your money where your mouth is, Nathan,” she taunted with a half-smile.

I extended a claw and sliced down the center of her shirt and pants. “How about I put my mouth where your pussy is?”

Peyton’s pulse visibly fluttered at the base of her throat before increasing in speed, and the scent of her desire thickened between her legs.

Pulling apart the fabric of her pants, I tugged them down until they were completely off, then tossed them aside before her shirt met the same fate.

I dragged her to the edge of the bed and knelt between her legs. My hands smoothed over the soft skin on her thighs, and I grappled with the urge to bite her again. I snarled at my wolf, assuming the impulse was being projected from him, and he snapped at me in return. Ignoring him, I refocused on Peyton.

Her center was pink and wet, and I lowered my head to taste it, groaning when the delicious flavor burst on my tongue. Peyton’s hands dove into my hair again and I grunted when she yanked hard enough to cause pain. She was severely testing my control, something I hadn’t lost my grip on for centuries. But at that moment, I didn’t care. Hunger consumed my mind, gaining strength the closer we drew to the full moon.

Peyton’s body practically vibrated with each lash of my tongue, her need as potent as mine, and when I pushed her over the edge, she screamed in ecstasy. I became obsessed with the sound and made it a personal goal to draw it out of her as many times as possible throughout the night.

I trailed the tip of my tongue along her body as I moved up until I was covering her from head to toe before crushing my mouth over hers. While our tongues tangled together, my hands caressed her breasts until she reached the edge once more. I’d been waiting all fucking night to bury myself in Peyton’s heat and I slid my hands under her ass, lifting her pelvis as I teased her entrance with the tip of my cock.

One swift punch of my hips sent her spiraling into another climax. Her muscles clenched around me and though I was only about halfway in, I nearly lost it. But I held fast to my control and dragged my shaft out of her channel, fighting her grip the whole way. Once I’d pulled out almost to the tip, I growled, “Open your eyes, Peyton.”

She slowly parted her eyelids and stared up at me, her deep green orbs with their flecks of gold swirling with desire. I kept our eyes locked while I drove into her fast and hard, fully sheathing myself this time. Peyton cried out and her back arched as her hands clutched my biceps. I groaned at the tight fit and bent my head to steal another deep kiss before I began to move.

At the club, I’d known we would be explosive, but I hadn’t expected the degree to which we burned. The first time I exploded inside her, the inferno cremated my intention to keep my true cravings inside, and my darker, dangerous impulses were exposed.

My need to dominate consumed me, and I pinned Peyton to the bed as I pulled out before I’d finished, releasing the rest of my seed onto her flat stomach.

Peyton’s eyes narrowed; she knew exactly what I was doing. Marking her, establishing myself as the alpha, and demanding that she submit. My wolf pushed heavy, powerful vibes through me that pulsed in the room, helping me to stay in control.

She started struggling against my hold, and I growled in approval. The harder she fought me, the more excited I became, knowing that when I finally won, I would rule her body and soul.

My iron grip on her wrists kept her hands above her head and I used my weight to push her deeper into the mattress. She bucked her hips, trying to throw me off, and I grunted at the streaks of pleasure that shot through my body when our centers collided.

“Get off of me, you asshole!” she snapped and bucked again. But her attitude was ruined by the cloud of lust that filled her emerald eyes.

“I can smell your need, Peyton. You long to be dominated, forced to submit.” Another flare of desire contradicted the streak of curses that spilled from her mouth.

“Bullshit,” she seethed, her claws extending as she continued to struggle. I smirked when she glared at me because gold had eclipsed her green irises for a beat, and I saw her panther’s appreciation of my power and acceptance of my worthiness as an alpha. She wanted Peyton to give in, but the emerald returned, filled with fury and determination.

Suddenly, Peyton’s legs wrapped around my waist and she clamped them so hard it forced the breath out of my lungs unexpectedly. I reared back less than an inch, but it was all she needed. She yanked on the strands of my hair and used the sliver of leverage to twist her body, managing to push me off of her enough to wiggle away. I still had her wrists shackled, but she curled her fingers and her claws dug into the soft skin between my fingers.

“Shit!” I released her but grasped her waist before she was able to scoot off the bed. Instead, we rolled off together and crashed onto the floor. We tussled, each of us determined to subjugate the other. “Fuck,” I grunted when she dragged her claws down my chest, drawing blood. “You fight like a wildcat, baby.” I meant it as a compliment, but she didn’t appear to be in the mood to receive it.

We continued to fight, both of us leaving our marks in cuts and bruises. Peyton even bit me a couple of times, but I kept my vow and my teeth away from her.

I had no clue how long it went on, but I ultimately gained the upper hand and trapped Peyton on her knees in front of me, facing away, with her arms locked behind her back. In this position, I could mount her like my wolf would do to her panther. My wolf urged me to stake our claim with such force that he managed to push me aside mentally and took over our actions.

Peyton fought to extricate herself and I growled low and menacing, wrapping the long strands of her midnight hair around my fist before plunging inside her. I released a sharp howl when she cried out in pleasure. I took control from my wolf again, but we battled it out even as we took Peyton fiercely, forcing her closer and closer to climax no matter how hard she fought it. “You come when I tell you to, baby,” I ordered. She threw me a mutinous glare, but then her eyes rolled back into her head and she cried out in ecstasy.

When she reached the pinnacle and tipped over the edge, I yanked her back against me and sank my teeth into her shoulder. She screamed in rapture and my orgasm detonated, taking me to a level of ecstasy that I’d never experienced before.

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