Page 21 of Alpha's Claim

He parts his lips, and I feel the golden stubble around them as he takes my fingertips into his mouth and sucks.

Fingers aren’t erotic. At least, I wouldn’t have thought they were. But I feel an answering tug between my legs, as if my fingertips and quim are linked.

A soft moan comes from my lips. My sex gets slick. I wish I had panties on because I fear my arousal will get all over the seat of the car.

“You want me to play Viking for you tonight?” Darius’ voice is rough.

When I take my hand away, he catches my wrist and holds it.

“Is this the medication talking?” He tugs my fingers back to his mouth and nibbles on my knuckles.

“No! Definitely not. This is me controlling my own destiny. I get to choose who I give my virginity to, and I choose you.”

He takes my index finger into his mouth and sucks, his tongue swirling around it.

I cry out. My nipples are hard points, my breasts feel heavy. My God–I might come from finger-sucking alone.

“You choosemeto take your virginity?” His voice is an octave lower than before, which seems impossible since he was already a baritone. Something about the light in the car makes his eyes look golden. “A guy you don’t even know?”

He seems to be at war with himself because at the same time he argues with me, he slides my hand down his muscled body until it reaches the tree trunk that makes up his thigh. From there, I know where he’s headed. It’s where I wanted to go. I slide my palm over the thick outline of his cock, marveling at how hard and long it is.

“I choose the Viking.” My voice is husky. “That’s you for tonight.”

“Ah.” I feel his belly shudder in and out as I stroke my fingers slowly up his length. “I see.” His breath is ragged.

I remove my hand and sit back. “But if you’re not willing…” For the first time, ever, I have a sense of a woman’s power over a man.

This is the reason men like Thom hold women captive or force them to breed. They’re working so hard to master something that frightens them. That could control them if they’re not careful.

He catches my wrist again and pulls it to his mouth. This time, he parts his lips and moves them across my pulse, inhaling deeply like my scent has some erotic power over him. Which is strange because I’m not wearing any perfume. Why would the girl in the tower need to smell good?

“I’m willing, princess. I’ll be your Viking. I’ll bewhatever you want me to be tonight. Like you said, it’s your fantasy. Who am I to deny a woman her deepest desires?”

A tiny orgasm ripples through me at that. My ass lifts off the seat, and my thighs slap together as the muscles grip and spasm.

The Viking looks over. “Did you just come?”

I’m breathless. This fantasy is fantastic. “Yes.”

He shakes his head slowly and tsks, all the while still driving twice the speed limit and passing the few cars that are out on this highway tonight. “Naughty princess. You’re the Viking’s prize. Don’t you know?” His eyes gleam in the headlights of an oncoming car. “You don’t get to come without permission.”

The flesh between my legs lifts and tightens.

“If you do it again, I’ll have to take you across my knees for a real Viking punishment.”

Darius

I’m about to come in my pants, too.

Let me out.

My bear claws to free himself.

My dick is harder than stone. I should pay more attention to the road and keep a lookout for law enforcement, since I’m driving a stolen car at one hundred over the posted limit, but Paloma just said she wanted me toclaimher.

I know she has no idea what that means to me, but my bear heard what he heard.

And he ismorethan on board.

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