Page 51 of Claimed By Monsters

As my words die out, North goes absolutely still for a heartbeat. I can’t see his face, but I can feel the emotions rippling through his body anyway. Then he snaps his hips forward, driving into me in a single thrust.

I’m wet as hell from how worked up he’s gotten me, but he’s just as big as I remembered—bigger, even. There’s an overwhelming stretch as he bottoms out inside me, and I almost lose my grip on the railing as my head drops forward.

“Shit,” I pant. “Oh, holy shit. Holy fucking shit.”

“You good?”

North’s voice is like sandpaper, and I realize how much of the bond between us is on display right now. That bond is what’s making him stop to check on me instead of just fucking me into oblivion like I’m pretty sure he wants to do.

But that’s exactly what I want too.

“Yes,” I gasp, forcing my head up enough to nod eagerly. “Yes. Just fuck me, North. Hard. Fast. Please.”

Note to self: hard, fast, and please are magic words. At least as far as North is concerned.

Still holding my hips to keep me steady, the massive shifter draws out and then slams back into me so hard that both of us rock forward. He doesn’t pause before doing it again, and again, and again, setting up a pace so hard and fast that I swear I can feel my teeth rattling.

And I fucking love it.

I’ve never exactly been a delicate flower, and after craving this man for so long without letting myself have what I wanted, it feels amazing to be completely consumed by him like this.

It feels different than the last time too, with nothing at all between us. I’ve never really minded condoms, but the feel of being skin to skin with him, of feeling the glide of his velvety cock against my inner walls, makes a torrent of heat pour through my veins.

“Do you feel that?” North drapes his upper body over mine, groping my breast with one large hand while the other loops around my waist. “It’s like your body was fucking made for me. For us. You’re so goddamn tight around my cock, Kiara. It’s killing me.”

I squeeze even harder around him, and he grunts, the steady rhythm of his thrusts hitching. The hand at my waist moves lower until his fingertips find my clit, and he pinches it lightly like he’s showing me that two can play this game.

My toes curl in my shoes, and I bite my bottom lip so hard I’m afraid I’ll break the skin. “Shit. North. Come on. Harder.”

Apparently, I’ve been reduced to mostly one-word sentences. I don’t really have the breath to get anything more out, and I’m a little surprised that North managed to say as much as he did a moment ago. He’s breathing hard in my ear, his body straining behind mine, and I can feel my own muscles shaking from the exertion of trying to stay upright while he fucks me with everything he has.

“I’ll give it to you harder,” he promises. “I’ll give you every fucking thing you want. But first, you have to come for me. I want to feel you come on my cock.”

His fingers start working faster as he speaks, circling my clit with firm strokes. I’m practically clawing at the railing, my whole body bouncing as North pounds into me.

I know the other two men can hear us from inside the hotel room—not just the sounds of my whimpers and North’s grunts, but the obscene sound of our bodies slapping together. But for some reason, when I think about them listening, when I imagine their reaction to hearing the man who’s like their brother fucking me on the balcony, it just pushes me closer to the orgasm North just demanded of me.

“That’s it,” he encourages, as if he can feel how close I am. “Let go. Let go for me.”

He slams into me one more time and stays there, flicking his fingertip back and forth over my clit like I’m an instrument he knows exactly how to play. My inner walls clamp down around him as my back arches, an orgasm tearing through me like wildfire.

“North!” I half whisper, half scream his name, and he draws out and thrusts into me again.

“Don’t hold back,” he grunts. “I said let go.”

“Fuck! North!”

This time, there’s nothing whispered at all about my scream. It’s a full-throated cry that comes from the very depths of me, echoing out over the Las Vegas landscape.

“Good girl,” he growls, his voice rough and deep. “Now do it for me again.”

With those words, he grabs my hips with both hands and picks up the pace again, giving me exactly what I was begging for earlier. He’s no longer working my clit, but it doesn’t matter. I’m so worked up, so overwhelmed by the feel of him behind me, inside me, his scent surrounding me, that I’m already close to coming again.

I’m breathing hard, clinging to the balcony as he drives into me, and when I feel his cock thicken, seeming to grow even harder than before, I let out a whimper.

“I’m coming. Oh god, I’m coming again,” I moan as a new wave of pleasure pours through me.

“Yes. Fucking yes.”

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