Page 38 of An Uncertain Claim

After more struggling and cursing, mixed with a whole lot of passionate cries and moans, she finally stopped trying to escape. She begged me to let her come and I told her to be patient. When she didn’t spew verbal venom at me for the comment, I placed a last kiss on her mound and rose onto my knees once again, letting up the pressure on her legs. I wasn’t wholly steady on the mattress yet when she suddenly whipped her legs up and wrapped them around my head, using the momentum to take me down as she twisted onto her stomach. I landed flat on my back, utterly shocked for a minute, but snapped out of it fast enough to clutch her ass before she could move away. She’d landed on her knees, but the lower half of her legs were beneath me and I laid my full weight on them to keep them trapped.

“That’s it,” I growled as I used one hand to brush my hair back from my face before returning it. After giving her globes a firm squeeze, I raised a hand and brought it down hard on one cheek. Peyton froze as the crack reverberated around the silent room. My wolf growled in approval, wanting to tame Peyton and her panther.

I repeated the action on the opposite side, and she gasped, breaking out of her stunned state.

“Did you just—ow!” she yelped when I spanked her again.

“I’ve been promising you a red ass since you got here,” I snapped. “I told you, I don’t make idle threats.” I spanked each cheek again—the sharp slaps hard enough to make the muscles of her toned ass flinch. “I mean what I say, Peyton.” My wolf pushed at me, wanting me to mount her while I marked her.Not yet.

“Ouch! Son of a bitch!” She started squirming wildly, but she was even more immobile than she’d been before. I punished her with several more slaps on her ass and when I felt my aggression easing, I stopped to rub soothingly over the stinging flesh. Someday, I was going to see what her skin looked like with my red handprint branding her, but our current position worked in my favor.

Her center was positioned directly over my mouth, and I took advantage by pressing it closer to pick up teasing her with my tongue. I knew Peyton better than she thought and when I resumed spanking her, this time with the intent of pleasure rather than punishment, I wasn’t surprised that she flooded my mouth with her arousal. I licked her clean, but carefully avoided making her come.

After several more minutes of this, she whimpered, and her body practically collapsed onto my face. “I can’t take anymore,” she panted in defeat. “Please, Nathan. If you aren’t going to let me come, just stop torturing me.” I didn’t say anything as I put my hands on her hips and pushed her up. I lifted off her legs and slid out from under her. “Thank you,” she whimpered.

I snorted at her assumption and climbed up the bed to kneel behind her. I grasped her hips again and pulled her back up onto her knees, then I gathered her hair and draped it over one shoulder, exposing her neck and back. “You’re done when I say you are, baby,” I rumbled. Her ass was pink, and I could see a trace of my handprint. My shaft tightened as blood rushed down to it, making it swell uncomfortably, the skin stretching to the point where I wondered if it might split open. I wasn’t immune to everything I’d done to Peyton, just determined as hell. Unfortunately, it put me in a very painful state.

“Nathan,” Peyton muttered. “You’ve made your point.”

“Have I?” I challenged, knowing damn well she was trying to play me. “And what point am I trying to make, Peyton?”

Her head twisted to the side, and she glared at me over her shoulder. “Why don’t you spell it out for me, and we’ll see if I’m right.”

“So fucking stubborn,” I sighed. The tip of my shaft glided through her slit as I leaned over her, bringing our faces inches apart, my hair creating a little cocoon. A groan rumbled in my chest and my wolf paced restlessly, annoyed with me—potentially as much as Peyton. He wanted her and didn’t understand why I was holding back. “I have never in my life asked a woman for her complete submission. Why do you think I’m demanding it from you?”

“Enlighten me.” Her emerald irises were swirling with gold and her cat flashed in her eyes as she stared at me. Neither of them was happy about their current circumstances, but both were curious.

“Because you are my true mate, baby,” I said bluntly. “There shouldn’t be anything between us. And this level of passion, this deep craving for each other, it’s not normal. I’m trying to make you face the truth, Peyton. To accept the fact that what’s between us just might be because we were meant to be together.” I drew my fingertips around her ribcage and up to her chest, then cupped her breasts.

She hissed as her eyes closed and her head turned forward again as her ass pushed back against me.

I put my mouth right next to her ear and breathed, “I’m going to drive you to the very brink of our connection, Peyton. And when you’re ready, I’ll make you come so hard your world will never be the same.” I gently tightened my grip on her breasts and licked the shell of her ear, smiling when a shudder racked her body. “I’m going to ruin you for anyone else, baby. Anytime you need release, you’ll have to come to me because no other cock—including the battery-operated shit—no other fingers, no other mouth, will ever be good enough.” Then I put my mouth on her neck and marked her again, then palmed her neck and tipped her head back so I could capture her lips. The kiss was carnal and primal, an act of dominance while giving pleasure. My tongue tangled with hers and I groaned as the taste and smell of honey and cloves filled me.

When I ended the kiss, Peyton panted and dropped her head forward as if it were too heavy for her to continue holding up. Her hair rushed forward and created a curtain over her face that she had no way to move. So I grabbed the band that I’d removed from my hair and twisted hers up into a knot on top of her head.

Then I took hold of her hips and murmured, “Have I made my point now, Peyton?” I punctuated it by gliding my cock through her wetness again.

“Yes,” she rasped.

“Are you ready now, baby?” I whispered.

“Yes! Now stop teasing me, Nathan!” she snapped.

Shaking my head, I released her breasts before straightening up. “Wrong answer, Peyton.” I used the flat of my hand on her back to push her down, then guided her forward a little so she could rest her weight on her bent elbows. “Stay. If you move, you could hurt yourself.” She glanced at me in surprise, and I smiled wickedly before gesturing for her to get back into position. After a moment of hesitation, she did as I asked and I drew my fingertips down her spine, enjoying the way she shivered and goosebumps spread over her skin. I loved how responsive she was.

Steeling myself against the onslaught of sensation about to hit me, I cupped Peyton’s hips and took a deep breath as I slowly pushed inside her. “Fuck.” My head dropped and I groaned, nearly swept away in the bliss of feeling her wrapped around my cock. My wolf rumbled with satisfaction at finally being connected to our mate.

Once I was completely sheathed, I held still for a minute, giving Peyton time to adjust because she felt just as tight every time I was inside her. When her muscles lost a bit of their tension, I curled an arm around the outside of her right thigh and pulled it away from her body. Then I glided my hand down to her ankle and carefully pushed it back before bringing it in front of me and resting it on my shoulder.

“What are you—ohhhh. Oh, damn.” Peyton’s curiosity at my actions turned into a moan as I sank it a little further.

“Shit,” I rasped, my throat clenched from keeping my hunger at bay. I exhaled slowly and did the same thing with her opposite leg, before moving forward, raising her hips up so she was basically in a handstand on her elbows. It was an unusual position, but that was the point—to knock Peyton off-center. In addition, when I pulled back and drove back in, my balls slapped against her sex. She cried out and squeezed her legs together, but it only intensified the sensations when I grabbed her ass and yanked her against me as I thrust forward. “Oh, fuck, baby,” I grunted as pleasure burst from my core and streaked through me. My wolf lunged to the surface and my canines sharpened before sinking into her flesh. Leaving yet another proprietary brand.

“Stop biting me, Nathan!” she snapped. The demand held no weight though because her inner walls had clenched hard when I’d marked her.

“No,” I growled, my voice rough from having my animal so close to the surface. He didn’t care for her demand either and he did the same to the other side, only retreating when he was satisfied that he’d made his mark. Once I was fully in control again, I pulled out and slammed back in until I was buried to the root and my sack smacked against her bundle of nerves.

“Please let me come, Nathan!” Peyton pleaded in a desperate cry.

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