Page 51 of An Unending Claim

The need to dominate was pressing heavily on me, some of it from my own needs, but my wolf’s desire to mark her, to own her, was also taking over. Briefly, I had the thought that maybe my wolf was reacting to the idea that our depth of feeling for Peyton might not be reciprocated, too. However, he had no patience for reflection and thought. He wasn’t interested in anything but fucking Peyton. And I had no objection to losing myself in my mate either.

“You’re mine,” I growled, my hand collaring her throat. My wolf surfaced for a moment, but I pushed him back. He wanted Peyton to admit to being ours as well. He didn’t understand the words, but he recognized their sound. “Say it.”

Her eyes narrowed and sparked with stubborn opposition.

“You know it’s true, baby. So why go through the charade of fighting me for dominance? Just admit it.” My tone was hard, demanding, conveying my expectation that she do exactly as she was told. Apparently, it didn’t matter how much I changed in other ways. When it came to fucking Peyton, possessing her, owning her body, I would always be an asshole who expected to be obeyed. And my wolf was even worse.

Peyton’s eyes flared with anger and hunger. The same emotions were in the gold that flashed, her cat making her opinion known as well. “Why don’t you stop trying to control me and we won’t have to fight over it?” she snapped, giving my hair a hard yank while she was at it.

My hand tightened around her neck and I snarled, “I’m not in the mood for your games, Peyton. Tell me who you belong to or I’ll make you.”

“Fuck you,” she hissed, but her rage was undercut when her eyes dropped to my shaft and she bit her bottom lip while squirming on the counter.

“Oh, you will, baby. After you’ve begged and admitted that you’re mine.”

She snorted, but it was cut off when I squeezed her throat and used the hand under her ass to set her on her feet. Unbeknownst to Peyton, Myka and I had talked in detail about what I could and could not do with a pregnant Peyton. So I was careful about the level of oxygen she was able to inhale. Every time my hand had tightened, it had been for emphasis and I had immediately released the tension to make sure she could breathe.

“I think you’ll beg with your mouth full,” I grunted. Fire raced through me as I pictured her lips wrapped around my cock.

“What the fuck makes you think you’ve earned that?” Peyton’s eyes snapped with the fury she was feeling, but the gold flecks also swirled with desire and need.

I doubted Peyton would ever let me subjugate her without a fight, but while others might find that exhausting, I found it exhilarating. I captured Peyton’s face between my hands and crashed my mouth down on hers. She melted for a beat, then her claws came out and she hissed, swiping lightly at my shoulder and biting my lip, drawing blood.

“Hmmm, my wildcat,” I murmured against her lips before plunging my tongue inside.

She grabbed onto my shoulders and moaned. I loved that she was such a complete contradiction like this. Her claws dug into my skin while her tongue danced with mine, tasting me every bit as thoroughly.

Careful of her stomach, I banded my arm around her ribcage as I dragged her over to the couch. The Alpha inside me was pulsing with power and aggression, demanding assurance that Peyton would only ever be mine.

Peyton fought me, and a few steps from the couch she managed to find the right angle to take us to the ground. I made sure to land on my back with her on top so she wouldn’t be hurt, but it gave her the leverage she needed to get away. But instead of backing off, her fangs elongated and she bit me on the shoulder. Not enough to leave a mark, but the sensations that exploded from that spot were a mixture of pleasure and pain that blinded me to anything except my hunger for her.

“It’s not nice to bite, kitty cat,” I grunted before flipping us over and trapping her legs between mine, my hands shackling her wrists on both sides of her head. “Not that I’m complaining.”

I traced her jaw with my nose, breathing in her honey and clove scent that never failed to make me hungry. I kept going down her neck and the valley between her breasts. Then I licked a circle around one of her pointed tips before returning the favor and sinking my fangs into the flesh around it, deep enough to leave a lasting mark. Then I moved up and did it again, this time in a spot that would be easily visible with a shirt on.

“Nathan! Stop marking me, you asshole!” she yelled as she struggled to free herself. Despite her fight, my cock was becoming slippery from the wetness between her legs.

“It makes you hot, baby,” I purred once I released her and raised my head. “Want more proof?”

Peyton pressed her lips together, but when I bit her other breast a moan escaped. She tried to move her legs, but I had them firmly locked between mine. Her panther appeared in her eyes, just as frustrated and aroused as Peyton.

“Do you want to come, baby?” I asked while rocking my hips forward.

She nodded, then bit her lip as her eyes rolled back and her back arched, rubbing her nipples in my chest hair.

“Tell me, Peyton. Beg me to make you come.”

Her head shook and her claws broke through the skin, but I’d learned my lesson. My grip held her hands down so they couldn’t curl forward and sink into my skin.

My arms were locked in order to hold my weight off Peyton’s stomach, making it easy to elevate my hips and line my cock up with her entrance. With my legs holding hers closed, it was tight as a fist and I was a big man, so I had to fight to push in.

“Fucking hell,” I grunted. But once I was in far enough, her core clenched as if it was afraid I would back off.

“Holy shit,” Peyton breathed before bucking her pelvis and pushing me in even further. “This is fucking amazing.”

I agreed, but I couldn’t think past the grip of her pussy on my cock enough to form a sentence. “Tight. Fuck,” was all I managed to grit out through my clenched jaw.

I couldn’t help but think that this was what it would feel like to take her ass. The thought of mounting Peyton and fucking her like our animals did, to dominate her in that way… fuck, it made me feel wild and untamed.

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