Page 20 of Alpha's Claim

I want to guide his pulsing member into my quivering quim, or whatever the words are. I want it.

With him.

And judging by the tent in his tuxedo pants, he wants it, too.

We whiz past a sign, and he hits the brakes, then takes a turn at a speed that makes the tires screech.

My body pitches against the door, and I hang onto the handle. I would be alarmed, but he handles himself with such surety, such efficiency, that I’m confident he knows what he’s doing. I feel strangely safe with him, despite the fact that he’s put me and Wren in terrible danger.

I’ll just go with him for the night. I’ll deflower myself with his giant Viking cock and then escape back to Thom.

That’s the only way to make sure Wren stays safe.

Besides, I’ll need my medicine within forty-eight hours, or I could die.

The dark trees whip by my window. I twist to look over my shoulder, but Thom’s men are far behind. We may actually get away.

Speeding away from Lockepoint, I feel safer than I have in the ten years since my parents died.

–Werekilled.

But just because I’m momentarily free of Thom and his dastardly schemes doesn’t mean the nightmare is over.

Still, it’s a momentary reprieve.

With an extremely hot Viking who literally carried meoff over his shoulder. It was remarkably similar to the fantasy I had of him carrying me off to the beach.

It’s both exhilarating and terrifying to leave Thom’s property. I haven’t been off that plot of land since I tried to escape five years ago. That time, I broke into someone’s summer house down the road. I knew the neighbors never used their vacation homes. I holed up there overnight, trying to get through to Wren at her boarding school, but the nuns wouldn’t let me speak with her.

That was before I knew how dependent I was on the medicine. I passed out the next morning. Thom’s guards found me that afternoon and brought me back to Lockepoint. The doctor said I nearly died.

“While I absolutelylovethat taking your virginity is on the table, that’s not why I claimed you. Er–grabbed you. Whatever.” His eyes glow with some strange trick of the light.

God, he’s gorgeous. His hair seems longer than it did last night, almost like it grew to fit my fantasy. Being in this small space with him is doing crazy things to my body. There’s a slow thrum between my legs that grows more insistent with each moment.

“I sort of prefer the termclaim.”

His brows pop, and he chokes a little. “What?”

“Yeah, it goes with your marauding Viking vibe.”

His lips twitch. “My what?”

“Listen–this is my fantasy. I get to control the narrative of my deflowering.”

“Absolutely.” The word rockets out of his mouth. “Absolutely, you do.” His cock is thick and fat along one leg. I’m tempted to reach out and touch it through his pants.

“I will” –he clears his throat– “be your maraudingViking, if that’s how you want me. But, like I said, that’s not what this was about.”

All I can think about is sex–what it will be like with Darius. Will he be on top? Take me from behind? Or should I control the whole scene and straddle his waist for my very first time?

But his words finally sink in. “What is this about, then?” But as soon as I say it, I realize I don’t want to know.

I managed to get away from Lockepoint, at least for the night.

I’m going to have sex for the first time with this beautiful stranger.

I don’t want to think about all the rest of the ugliness of my ugly life. I reach out and put my fingers on his luscious lips. “No wait.” I stop him from speaking. “Don’t tell me. Can I just have this fantasy? Just for tonight?”

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