Page 85 of Claimed By My Exiled Alphas
My cock was already hard, had been since I first caught her scent in the hallway. Now, pressed against her hip, it felt almost painfully insistent. But I breathed through the urge to just take, to claim, to satisfy the alpha instinct screaming at me.
“How do you want me?” I asked, kissing her shoulder, her neck, the spot just below her ear that made her shiver. “Tell me what feels right for you. There’s no wrong answer.”
“Like this.” She pushed at my shoulder until I rolled onto my back, then straddled my hips with fluid grace despite the heat clouding her mind. Her slick core pressed against my cock, and we both groaned at the contact. “I want to control it. Want to take what I need. To see your face while I do it.”
“Whatever you want.” I gripped her hips, steadying her but not directing her movements. “Take everything you need from me. I’m yours to use however helps.”
She positioned herself above me, one hand reaching back to grip my cock and line it up with her entrance. Then she sank down slowly, taking me inch by inch. I groaned at the sensation of her heat enveloping me, tight and impossibly hot and absolutely perfect. She took me fully, her body accommodating my length until I was seated completely inside her, and we both paused to adjust to the overwhelming sensation.
“Okay?” I asked through gritted teeth, fighting every instinct that screamed at me to thrust, to move, to take control. My hands flexed on her hips, wanting to guide her pace but forcing myself to stay still.
“Perfect.” She rolled her hips experimentally, and I felt the movement through my entire body, pleasure radiating out from where we were joined. “You feel perfect inside me. Like you were made to fit there.”
She started moving then, finding her own rhythm. Slow at first, rising up until just the tip of my cock remained inside her, then sinking back down with deliberate precision. I kept my hands on her hips, offering support and stability but letting her control the pace, the depth, the angle.
The sight of her above me was the most erotic thing I’d ever witnessed. Her breasts bouncing slightly with each movement, nipples peaked and begging for attention. Her head thrown back in pleasure, exposing the elegant line of her throat. Her hands braced on my chest for balance, nails digging in just enough to ground me in the moment. The place where we were joined, my cock disappearing into her body over and over.
“That’s it,” I encouraged, sliding my hands up to cup her breasts. I rolled her nipples between my fingers, gentle at firstthen firmer when she moaned. “Use me. Take your pleasure. Show me what you need.”
She rode me steadily, building to a rhythm that clearly felt good for her. I watched her face, memorizing every expression of pleasure, every gasp and moan. This was my first heat, my first bonding, and I wanted to remember every detail. The way her inner walls fluttered around me when I hit a particularly good angle. The sound she made when I pinched her nipples just right. The way her scent intensified as her pleasure built.
“Touch yourself,” I said, my voice rough with need and restraint. One hand left her breast to grip her hip again, helping her maintain her rhythm. “Show me what you need to come. Let me see you pleasure yourself while you ride my cock.”
Her hand slid between her legs without hesitation, fingers finding her clit. I felt the moment she made contact through the way her inner walls clenched around me, through the sharp gasp that escaped her lips. She circled the sensitive bundle of nerves while continuing to move on me, and the dual stimulation clearly pushed her closer to the edge.
“Oh god,” she moaned, movements becoming less coordinated, more desperate. “Hollis, I’m getting close.”
“I can feel it.” And I could, through the way her body was responding, through the way her scent had shifted to something even more intoxicating. “Come for me, Talia. Let me feel you come apart on my cock.”
I thrust up to meet her movements, hitting deeper, finding that spot inside her that made her cry out. Her fingers moved faster on her clit, and I could see her chasing her release with single-minded focus. Beautiful and desperate and trusting me with this moment.
She came with my name on her lips, her whole body tensing above me before releasing in waves of pleasure. Her inner walls clamped down on me, pulsing rhythmically, and I felt my ownorgasm building in response. My knot started to swell, locking us together.
“The bond,” I gasped, pulling her down so we were chest to chest, my knot fully seated inside her. “Do you want it, Talia? Do you want to be bonded to me too?”
“Yes.” She angled her head, exposing the unblemished side of her neck. The side that didn’t bear Jace’s mark. “Yes, Hollis, claim me. Make me yours.”
I pulled her into a deep kiss as my orgasm crashed through me, my knot pulsing inside her while pleasure overwhelmed my senses. Then I moved to her neck, to that sacred spot where neck met shoulder. The place meant for bonding, for claiming, for marking an omega as mine.
My teeth found the perfect position, and I bit down.
Not hard enough to cause real damage, but firm enough that my teeth broke through skin. The taste of her blood hit my tongue, copper mixed with her inherent sweetness, and something inside me snapped into place with an almost audible click.
The bond.
It roared to life between us, a connection that went deeper than physical, deeper than emotional. Soul-deep. Suddenly I could feel her, not just through her body’s responses but through some new sense I’d never possessed before. Her pleasure echoing through me and amplifying my own. Her relief at being claimed by someone who truly saw her. Her joy at choosing this, at choosing me. And underneath it all, the bedrock certainty of trust that I would never use this bond to hurt her.
She cried out as the bond formed, her body tensing in another orgasm triggered by the sensation of being claimed. The feeling of the bond snapping into place. The permanence of what we’d just done.
I held my bite, feeling her pulse flutter rapidly against my lips, tasting the life of her while my knot kept us locked together. My saliva was already working to heal the wound, to seal the bond, to mark her as mine forever.
When I finally released my jaw, I licked the wound clean with reverent attention. The bite would heal into a scar, a permanent reminder visible to anyone who looked that she was bonded. That she belonged to someone. That she was claimed and cherished and mine.
“Hollis?” Her voice was wondering, trembling with emotion. “I can feel you. Not just physically, but in my head. Your emotions mixing with mine.”
“Pack bond.” I kissed the fresh bite mark gently, feeling her shiver at the contact with sensitized skin. “It’s complete now. We’re bonded, Talia. Permanently.”
“It feels like you.” She pressed her face against my chest, and through the bond I felt her awe, her wonder at this new connection. “Like I’m wrapped in your presence even though you’re just you. Your gentleness and patience and how much you care about making this good for me.”
