Page 19 of Alpha's Claim

She considers me. “I thought you were there to bid on me, too.”

“I gathered.”

“I thought you might be Thom’s idea of a perfect stud.”

“Why?”

“Oh, I don’t know because you’re twice the size of the other men and can swim in a cold ocean with your shirtoff?”

My lips twitch. “Did you think I should’ve swum in my tux?”

“Shut up.”

“Did that impress you, Rapunzel?”

“Definitely not.” Her inner thighs clamp together, and the sweet perfume of her arousal fills the small cabin of the car.

Yep, she was impressed.

The admiration is mutual.

“I just thought Thom picked you because you’re a perfect” –she flaps her hand at me– “specimenor something.”

“I swear I knew nothing about the auction, Paloma.”

“So you’re not part of the evil scheme. In that case…” She looks out the window, and I get the sense it’s to hide her face. The scent of her arousal blooms stronger.

My cock stirs in response. Just beneath the surface, my bear rumbles, rattling his cage.

Let me out.

My blood is running south of my waist. I prompt, “In that case?”

“In that case…” She cranes her neck to look behind us. We’re well away from danger now, zipping at more than twice the speed of the other cars. In a few miles, I’ll change highways toward Rhode Island. She turns back and looks me over, thoughtfully. “Giving you my virginity would be the perfect way to sabotage Thom’s grand plans for me.”

Chapter Five

Paloma

Darius makes a strange growling sound and steps on the accelerator. I thought we were going fast before, but now he’s actually flooring it. I hang onto the door handle of the sports car he “borrowed” and glance at the speedometer. One hundred and fifteen miles an hour.

Is he racing to get me to a bed?

My heart speeds along with the car.

This is really happening. The Viking is going to bed me.

Pluck my flower.

Breedme.

I know–I’ve definitely read way too many historical romance novels. Still, the horror of Thom’s plan becomes way more palatable when my Viking is the stud in question. Maybe this is just my way of taking back control in the only limited way I have. Making sure that there’s no virginity left to auction when Thom gets to me gives me satisfaction.

But it’s not just that.

I’m twenty-four years old. I’ve been imprisoned for the last ten years of my life, with no television and limitedinternet access. Riding Starlight and reading romance novels have been my only pleasures. And yes, those novels may have inspired a healthy interest in sex.

I want to know what it would be like to be claimed by this marauding Viking.

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