Page 52 of An Unending Claim

I released her hands and plunged my fingers into her hair, holding her head at the angle I wanted to take her mouth in a deep, thorough kiss. Peyton wrapped her arms around my torso, her palms splayed on my back. When I pushed in again, her nails dragged down from my shoulder blades to my waist, leaving scratch marks that I would have proudly worn if they hadn’t healed almost immediately.

Finally, I bottomed out and I blew out a harsh breath, trying not to be swept away by the pleasure filling my mind and body.

“Say it, Peyton,” I demanded.

“No.”

I withdrew a few inches and pushed back in, making sure my shaft dragged over her little bundle of nerves. She gasped and dropped her head back, arching her neck. I nipped at it, then kissed her senseless before staring at her in stony silence, demanding without words.

“Will you just fuck me already?” she snapped.

“Okay,” I replied. With hard, deliberate strokes, I drove her up, building her toward orgasm. But when she was crying my name and her climax was hovering just out of reach, I pulled out completely.

Peyton attacked me and it took a few minutes of wrestling to subdue her again, wrapping her up in my arms with her back to my front. I sat on my knees, holding her in my lap, and waited until she stopped squirming to speak. “You demanded I fuck you. I didn’t hear anything about coming.”

“Nathan King, I am going to gut you the next time you’re sleeping. I’m going to cut off that giant thing between your legs and make a dildo out of it!” She spouted a few more creative threats while I held her immobile and waited for her to finish her tirade. Finally, she lost steam and went quiet.

“Are you done?”

She hissed in response and I smiled. Damn, my wildcat was sexy as fuck, and so entertaining.

“I will prove myself to you and your panther over and over for the rest of our lives,” I whispered in her ear. “It’s our way. But if you’re going to make me fight for it, you’d better be prepared for what comes next.”

Peyton shivered, but she tossed me a scathing look over her shoulder, the best she could do since she couldn’t move her arms or torso.

Keeping one arm firmly around her, I swiped two fingers over the crown of my member, wetting them with my essence, then brought them to her mouth. “Suck,” I commanded. She didn’t move and I rumbled in her ear. “Worried you won’t be able to resist?”

She remained stubbornly still until I dropped my other hand between her legs and swiped a digit over her needy bud. Her mouth obediently opened then and I put my fingers in so she could lick them clean.

A throaty moan confirmed how much she enjoyed sucking me off. She just hated to admit it.

“Do you want it, baby?” She blew out a frustrated breath and dug her claws into my thighs, making me chuckle. “You know it only makes me hotter for you when you leave marks on me.”

I drew her long, inky hair over one shoulder and dropped my mouth to her soft skin. I licked a spot and blew on it before giving her a shallow bite.

“Damn you,” she muttered.

I turned her around to face me and grasped her chin in a firm hold. “If you bite, I bite. And then I’ll blister your sexy little ass. Is that clear?”

“Yes,” she rasped, her face twisted with bitter anger. It wasn’t directed at me, though. She was pissed at herself for giving in. Although, when her eyes were eclipsed by gold, respect and pride shone from her panther.

I climbed to my feet and stood right in front of her, then plunged my hands into her hair, gripping tight so I could guide her movements. Or pull her off my dick if she decided to bite.

But I didn’t even have to say a word before she took me in her mouth, sucking hard and hollowing out her cheeks.

“Fuck!” I bellowed at the bliss that streaked through my body. “Good kitty cat,” I grunted. “Show your Alpha you can bow before him.”

Peyton hesitated and glanced up, her emerald gems dark with fury and hunger. But we’d finally reached the moment when she capitulated to my power and dominance. So she closed her eyes and grabbed the backs of my thighs. She licked and sucked until I couldn’t take it anymore and my hands automatically began guiding her head back and forth as I fucked her mouth.

“Fuck, baby. That’s so damn good.”

She met my eyes again, but this time they were eclipsed by gold, her irises long and narrow instead of round.

“Hello, sweet girl,” I rasped just before my wolf pushed to the surface. The black jaguar inside my mate dipped her human’s head and tilted it to the side in a sign of respect and submission.

My wolf and I both growled in appreciation, then I was lost to sensation when she returned to her task with greedy sucking.

“Peyton, fuck!”

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