Page 6 of Claiming Lyla

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Lyla had only heard about blow jobs, had never understood the attraction, but now, she reveled in the power she had over a powerful man like Duncan MacKinnon. He tasted salty and a little musky; the skin felt hard and smooth, pulsing under her tongue. She could barely fit him into her mouth, so she focused her attention on the mushroom head, the slit at the end, and the vee underneath, an action made him groan. She used her hand to stroke and pump along his length, as her friends had told her men liked. Judging by his sounds and the way his hands flexed in her hair, Duncan liked it very much.

Duncan pulled her off his cock. "Not this way. I have more I want to do."

He found his discarded shirt and her blouse and laid them on the ground then placed her on them and lowered himself on top of her. "We should wait, but I can't."

She laid a hand on his cheek, finally understanding what other people had told her about mating. "I think I'd kill you if you stopped now. Make me yours. In all ways."

"Are you sure?"

She smiled, her heart warming even further. "The fact that you asked makes me even more sure."

He kissed her again, his hands stroking down her body again, toying with the top of her jeans, tracing the edge and dipping under the material to tease her skin until she was squirming beneath him. Finally, he flicked open the button, tugged down the zipper, and slipped his fingers inside to caress her pussy over her panties.

She sucked in a breath when he dragged a finger over her clit, and she arched into the motion, but he withdrew almost immediately with a chuckle.

"Beast," she panted.

“Guilty as charged,” he murmured.

He tugged off her jeans and slid his own off too, revealing his cock jutting out proudly toward her. He settled between her legs and spread them, his broad hands on the insides of her thighs, pushing them up and out, so she was spread before his eyes. He broke the tiny string holding her panties together and threw the ruined scrap of fabric over his shoulders. She sucked in a breath and tried to wiggle, but his grip was too strong. His breath fanned her pussy, and then she froze as his tongue stroked up the center of her slit, from her opening moving upward to curl around her clit.

Her mouth opened in a soundless scream, and her back arched. He gave another chuckle and settled in to explore her with his tongue, tracing her folds thoroughly while she sobbed and writhed in his hold, not sure if she was trying to get away or move closer, only certain that she was striving toward something she had never felt before, at least not anything of this magnitude.

A thick finger traced her opening then slipped inside, filling her but not quite enough. He settled his mouth over her clit and sucked and flicked his tongue until she exploded. Slowly, she came back to awareness to find Duncan above her, his cock nudging at her entrance. She wrapped her legs and arms around him and pulled him closer. He began to enter her and reached the evidence of her virginity, something few wolves had at her age.

He arched his brow in surprise.

"I never found anyone I wanted."

A broad grin crossed his face, and he plunged deeply, the pain lasting only second and replaced quickly by pleasure. He settled deep inside, his balls resting against her, and he held her close while he waited for her to adjust to his girth. His face and body were tense from the effort it took to hold himself back.

She stroked his back and moved her hips. He must have taken that as a sign and started moving, in and out, plunging slowly, deeply, then faster. She rose, meeting him thrust for thrust. As she reached that pinnacle again, his canines lengthened, and he bit her in that spot where the neck and shoulder met. Pain and pleasure exploded at the same moment, and she orgasmed around him, her nails digging into his back as she screamed into the forest around them.

Several minutes passed, the moment filled with only the sounds of their breaths and the sensation of a cool breeze licking at their sweaty skin.

Holding her hips, Duncan rolled onto his back, bringing her along to drape over him like a blanket.

"So, when can we do that again?" she asked.

He laughed and started to move inside her, still hard. "How about right now, mate?"

Chapter Five

The next morning dawned and, despite the chill in the air and the soreness between her thighs and throughout her body, Lyla wasn’t ready to move from their nest of clothes and a blanket that had mysteriously materialized sometime in the night. At one point, during a pause in the frenzy of their mating, when Lyla had dozed, she’d heard Duncan growl, a feral sound, warning someone off. Then he’d subsided and she’d scented his friend, Ryan, and a blanket and some food had shown up. She suspected Ryan had patrolled the woods, protecting them while they rested and bonded but now that the sun was peeking over the horizon, they had decisions to make.

She stretched and sat up in her nest, staring at her new mate. He was a solid man, broad and strong, muscular without being excessive. Strong and powerful, yet not cruel and vindictive. This was a man who took care of what was his, protected them and viciously defended them against all enemies, as she saw the previous evening. A true alpha, not like her brother who used people, abused them, for his own gain.

Speaking of which. “What happens now?”

Duncan lifted his head from where he was folding the blanket and stared at her, his expression neutral. “I’m not sure what you mean, Lyla. My time with the Council is up and I’m headed home, with a brief stop to help Ryan out with something, if you don’t mind.”

His tone was careful, making her wolf go on guard, wondering what he was hiding. “I don’t mind helping Ryan out, depending on what it is. He tried to help us and I believe in paying favors back. But I mean, what happens here, to my brother, to the women he’s abused, kidnapped, harmed? What happens to my pack?”

He cocked his head and frowned. “Do you really care about your pack? Not a single one of them defended you last night. Why should you care what happens to them?”

Her first reaction was to argue, defend her people, but she paused, sensing he was truly asking her to consider all angles. She was a mate to an alpha and had to think before acting. Leading up to now, she was able to do what she wanted with her actions only impacting herself. But in the future, that would not be the case. And Duncan had a point. Not a single member of the pack, male or female, came to her aid.

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