Page 12 of Claiming What's His

He smirks and says, “Yes, baby. I am.” He plunges in fast and hard, his abs tightening as he rolls his head back. I stare at him in awe and can’t believe it’s me who’s making him feel this good, bringing him to his climax.

I clench my core around his thick cock and he groans. “Fuck, Little Doll. Fuck!” I feel hot jets filling me up and I throw my head back, rolling myself into him, milking him and claiming him for myself, too.

He relaxes, the tension released.

“This definitely wasn’t what I was expecting.” I laugh as he pulls out of me and places me back on the floor.

“I told you not to worry, Little Doll. It only seemed scary. Our elders were showmen.”

I stare at his cock and see little strings of blood mixed in with our cum.

“I’m not on birth control,” I admit.

“I know. I know everything about you. It’s okay.”

The room begins to empty and Ryder leads me to a side room where fresh clothes await us. “But you didn’t wear a condom.”

“I know,” he replies, like it doesn’t bother him.

“So, what do we do?” I ask, confused why he isn’t worried about it.

“We won’t be using protection. It’s natural order. You are mine. “If it happens, it happens.”

I scoff. “But doesn’t whatIwant matter?”

He turns to look at me. “I guess. I mean, of course it does. I just assumed. I’m sorry.”

My stomach turns. “I don’t want a baby yet. I have dreams of dancing and becoming a choreographer before I worry about kids.”

He comes up to hold me after buttoning his jeans. “Don’t fret, Little Doll, you will reach all your dreams. I promise.” He pushes my wet hair behind my ear. “I would do anything for you, and I will take care of you and our family if we ever have one. I swear it.”

I see a hint of mischief in his eyes and a little smirk on his lips.

He leans in to kiss me, and I wrap my arms around his waist. “Happy New Year, Ryder.”

It’s clear we have a ton of shit to figure out since this literally happened in one day. He claimed me and I wanted to be claimed, so everything else will just have to fall into place. For now, I’m going to enjoy my life as Ryder Marquez’s Claimed. Wanted. Adored, Safe. Whatever this scary, crazy life brings with him. I’m ready for. It’s what I was built for.

Epilogue

Krista

One year later

“Lookather,Ryder.”

He walks over to my bedside, our beautiful daughter in my arms. She has her daddy’s sea green eyes with a ring of hickory around the irises. She is perfect.

“She is gorgeous,” he admits, his eyes filling with wonder and love.

All of our plans were thrown out the window. We fucked so much the first couple months after he claimed me and we kept putting off the appointment to get on birth control because we were busy.

He bought me a dance studio and since I’m still in school, he hired someone to run it and teach until I graduate. So now I don’t have to worry about it. I danced the entire time I was pregnant. It didn’t hold me back at all. He kept his promise and every dream has been dreamt.

I look up at him and to my surprise, he isn’t there. I look around and he is holding a huge bouquet of roses and a little velvet box. “Marry me.”

I gape at him. “What?”

“Marry me, Little Doll. Because claiming you is not enough. I want you to choose me because I choose you. Forever. I love you. There is no soul on this earth that is meant to meet mine but yours. I would choose you in every lifetime and every form. If you are a bird, I’m a bird.” A few tears stream down his cheeks and I look down at this beautiful girl we created as I cry right along with him.

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