Page 12 of His Claim
“Stop fighting me,” I growled sternly. “I’ll give you what you need.”
She shook her head, her teeth clenched, but I could feel her desire, her need. I kept going, pinching and twisting her nipples, making her cry out and moan, until she finally broke, her body trembling as she threw her head back.
“You want this,” I said, my voice a dark whisper. “You need this.”
She shook her head again, but her body betrayed her, her hips bucking against mine.
“Admit it,” I growled, pinching her nipples still harder. “Admit that you want me to fuck you. That you need my cock.”
I leaned in, capturing her lips in a brutal kiss, my teeth nipping at her lower lip.
“Beg me,” I whispered cruelly. “Beg me to fuck you.”
Her eyes were wild, her breath coming in short gasps, but she didn’t speak, didn’t beg. I pinched her nipples harder, until she was crying out, her body bucking against mine.
“Please!” she gasped, her voice growing increasingly desperate. “Please, I need you inside me.”
I smirked, enjoying the power I had over her. I pulled away, just enough torelease my cock and guide it in between her thighs. She was still trembling from her orgasm, but she was looking up at me with raw hunger in her eyes.
I pressed the head of my cock against her entrance, teasing her and making her moan. She was so wet, so ready for me, and I couldn’t wait any longer to take her again. I thrust forward, filling her in one smooth stroke.
She cried out, her body arcing with pleasure, and I growled, my hips slamming into hers. I fucked her hard and fast, our bodies slamming together, our breaths coming in ragged gasps. She was tight and hot around me, her walls clenching around me with every thrust.
I pounded into her, my hips snapping back and forth. She was so tight, so wet, and I could feel my orgasm building, my balls tightening with every stroke.
I thrust into her, harder and faster, my hips pumping like a piston. She was moaning and gasping, and I could feel her getting close, her walls clenching around me, her body shaking.
She wound her arms around my neck.I tore my shirt off, needing air. Then I reached between us, finding her clit, and rubbed it quick and rough, making her scream. She came hard, her body convulsing around me, milking my cock and forcing a groan to slip from my lips.
I kept going, fucking her through her orgasm, my own release building inside me.Her nails dug into my back, no doubt leaving marks gouged into my bare skin.
She was screaming now, her voice needy and desperate, her body writhing in my arms. I fucked her harder, faster, poundinginto her with everything I had. I was so close, so close, and I could feel her tightening around me again, her body tensing for another release.
I slammed into her, burying myself deep inside and lettingmy knot finally lock inside her. My orgasm hit me like a fucking tornado, my cock pulsing as I came deep inside her. She cried out, her pussy spasming around me as we both came together.
I slumped against her, my forehead resting on hers, our breaths coming in ragged gasps. I was spent and thoroughly drained, but I felt a deep sense of satisfaction. I’d claimed her, marked her as mine, and now she was tied to me in a way that could never be broken.
“Mine,” I murmured, my lips brushing hers, my cock still pulsing inside of her.
She didn’t answer, just closed her eyes and leaned the back of her head against the wall, her body still shuddering with the aftershocks of her orgasms.
I held her there for a long moment, savoring the feel of her skin against mine, her scent mingling with mine. Then I pulled back, looking down at her. She was a mess, her hair wild, her lips swollen, her body covered in bruises and dried cum, but she was beautiful, and she was mine.
Slowly, I pulled out of her and tucked my cock back inside my pants.
“Commander!”
I whipped my head toward the sound just as a half-dozen wolf soldiers rounded the corner, weapons raised, nostrils flaring at the stink of blood. Their eyes landed on the bodies first—two oftheir own lying torn open in pools of red—then on me, leaning over a bloodstained girl in a shredded hospital gown.
Mariah bared her teeth, her nails biting into my arms like she was daring me to let them take her.
The soldiers froze. One of them whispered under his breath, barely audible, but it carried.
“It’s her. The feral one.”
Their grips on their rifles tightened, claws itching for a fight.
“Step aside, Commander,” the officer at their head barked. His gaze flicked between Mariah and me, his voice loud, brittle with nerves. “By order of the Council, that girl is to be secured for scientific study.”
