Page 58 of Frank's Felon
His cock drove deep, hitting a spot that made her eyes roll back into her head.
Voices nearby caused her to tense. “We’re not alone,” she forced out, trying to keep her voice low despite the intensity of his thrusts.
“I know,” he said as he drove into her harder and faster, as if he wanted her to reach her peak and yell out so everyone would hear them.
Frank changed his angle, probably bent his knees, given how he struck that one delicious spot that made her no longer care how loud her moans were getting. The sound of them fucking seemed to bounce off the boulders. A twig snapping nearby caused her eyes to flash open.
“They’ll see,” she whispered.
“Good.”
That’s when she understood that this truly was a claiming, according to traditional shifter claimings that were witnessed by the pack. Frank didn’t care who heard or saw. He was making a statement to all the unmated males that she belonged to him, in no uncertain terms.
Her breath caught as he hit that perfect spot again, over and over. She closed her eyes, loving how he knew her body so well, knewherso well.
“Come for me, baby. Tell them you’re mine.”
The wind shifted. Other scents wafted past them. Delilah opened her eyes. Three males watched from the trees. Zippers lowered. Hands moved. Their moans echoed that of Frank’s behind her. Two of the shifters were fisting themselves, jerking off to her getting fucked.
The sight of the males, along with Frank’s deep moans behind her, threw Delilah over that edge. “God, yes!” she screamed as her muscles tightened and her walls clamp down around Frank’s cock.
“Mine,” Frank ground out as his release shot into her. The sounds of the forest, of the nearby males no longer existed. The only sound was of Frank’s rapid breaths, and the kisses he laid overtop her shirt as he withdrew and lowered her skirt.
“Mine,” he repeated, softer this time as he pulled her back to his chest, his arms encircling her and his head resting against hers. His breath tickled her ear. “Whether you say it or not, you are mine.”
His?
Appreciated. Protected. Safe.
Loved.
But not his.
Delilah let her head fall back against his chest. “I’m sorry, Frank.”
“No apologies,” he said. She wondered what he was thinking. This shifter of hers wasn’t one to give up. He had the tenacity of any alpha, but with one solitary focus. . . protecting what was his.
What he thought was his.
“I guess we should get that meeting with Damien over with,” she said.
With his arm around her, they followed the lake to another path. It was a round-about way of heading back to the central part of camp, away from the cabins where the single males bunked. Frank hadn’t been joking earlier, and from the tension in him, she wondered how much control he had over his wolf just now.
On their way to the house, Delilah stopped by a stream to wash her inner thighs.
“That’s unnatural,” Frank said.
“Being clean?”
“Removing my scent.”
“You want my sister and your alpha to know what we’ve been doing?”
“Yes. I want everyone to know.”
Amber eyes bore right through her. She’d never seen Frank look so serious, so determined. He was done hiding their relationship, not that it had ever been a secret. They’d gone from being discrete to him want to shout it to the entire pack. Leaving his scent on her was a form of protection, a warning essentially to other males that she was his. The very idea seemed outdated, but sweet at the same time.
She locked her hands behind his neck. His hands rested on her hips. “I guess you’re just going to have to fuck me again after we get this meeting over with.”
