Page 9 of His Claim
She moaned softly, her thighs shifting wider under me, her body opening. My restraint cracked, the last threads fraying as my hand slipped lower, fingertips brushing the inside of her thigh.
The heat there was molten.
I swore under my breath, my head spinning, my cock throbbing with every heartbeat. One more breath of her scent, one more brush of her skin, and I wouldn’t stop. I’d take her right here, in blood and ruin, and claim every inch of her like my wolf demanded.
I brought my lips to her ear. “Say the word,” I whispered hoarsely. “Give me anything—just one word—and I’ll make you mine completely, here and now.”
She whimpered again, her scent flooding stronger, and my claws ground shallow divots into the tile under us as I fought not to tear the rest of her gown away.
I was spiraling, caught between reason and the mate bond, between my promise to protect and the need to fuck her into the floor until neither of us remembered who we were or where we came from.
And Gods help me, I didn’t know if I could stop.
Her body arched beneath me, trembling, her thighs shifting wider, and that was it. The last thread of restraint snapped.
A snarl tore out of my chest as I reared up and my hands fisted in the thin hospital gown, ripping it apart right down the middle. The fabric shredded under my claws, baring her skin to the stuttering light above us. She gasped, but it wasn’t fear; it was arousal, feral enough to match my own.
Her scent hit me full force, sweet and slick, coating the back of my throat until I was dizzy with it. My cock ached, straining against my pants, desperate to be inside her.
I shifted my hips, grinding hard against her core, and she bucked up to meet me, heat soaking through the fabric between us. The drug still burned in her veins, I could see it in her eyes, wild and glowing, but her body knew me. Her body wanted me.
“Say it,” I demanded, my voice breaking. “Say you’re mine.”
She trembled, her breath panting in and out of her parted, blood-smeared lips. No words came, just another sound, soft and desperate.
That was enough for me though.
Morethan enough.
I yanked my pants open, freeing my cock, hard and dripping, and pressed it against her entrance. She gasped, twisting beneath me, but her hips tilted, her body welcoming me in the oldest, most primal way there was.
I slammed forward, burying myself inside her in one brutal thrust.
The world exploded.
Her cry ripped through the corridor, half scream, half moan, as the walls of her cunt clenched tight around me, hot and wet and perfect. My own roar followed, echoing off the steel panels, as pleasure and bond and blood fire detonated through my veins.
I moved instantly, thrusting hard, fast, unable to hold back. Every drive of my cock was a claim, every slap of skin to skin a vow no one could break. She writhed, nails clawing my shoulders, her cries bouncing off the walls.
I bent low, biting her again at the cusp of her neck, marking her deeper this time, sinking my teeth until even more blood welled. She convulsed around me, screaming, her body seizing as the mate bond sealed, her climax tearing through her so violently I almost lost myself inside her.
“Mine,” I growled against her skin, pounding her savagely now, desperate to complete my claim. “You’ll never run. Never be taken. Never leave me.”
Her body trembled under me, her cries breaking against my shoulder, and for a heartbeat I thought the madness was spent. Thought the drug had burned out of her veins.
Then her eyes snapped open.
Clear. Intelligent. And utterly furious.
The wild haze in her eyes was gone, and in its place was a woman’s fire, green irises burning like molten emeralds, locked on mine with a hatred that made my breath catch.
Her nails bit into my arms, not mindless now, but deliberate. Her lips curled back from her teeth.
“You bastard,” she hissed, her voice raw, shredded, but unmistakably her own.
I stayed braced over her, still inside her, my pulse hammering and my balls pulled up tight, demanding release. Her fury burned hot enough to sear away what little control I had left.
Her voice cracked, ragged but strong. “Get. Off. Me.”
