Page 82 of Claimed

The conversation with Mimi, the words she spoke over me, the tingling in every cell in my body as I walked up my driveway with this new vault of supernatural power inside me? And added to that the sensation, the aromas that hit me when I saw my woman watching me through the window? I felt like running for her. No, even more… I felt like I could fly to her.

The way she smells, the way she’s looking at me, the way she’s touching me. Clawing at me to pull me closer, wrapping her limbs around mine, aching for pelvis-to-pelvis contact…

She’s showing me what she wants. And she’s going to fucking get it.

I slam my hips forward again to fill her while pulling a husky moan from her soft, full lips. She sucks on my tongue as her fingernails dig into my scalp. The scent of her is about to drive me wild so I do the best thing I can do… give myself over to my urges by driving my hips forward over and over so her tightness can clench around me.

I slam into bliss again and again, until my usually sexually timid mate surprisingly finds some gumption and tries to take over,grunting with the effort it takes as she struggles to turn me to my back.

“Wanna ride me, babe?” I ask.

She whimpers, so I acquiesce and allow her to take the reins. This, I like – the untamed look in her eyes, the beautiful mane of thick, wavy dark hair floating around to partly shield her absolutely perfect breasts. I take them into my hands and do a sit-up so I can latch onto her mate mark. She rides me like a fucking rodeo queen while digging her nails into the skin of my back. I let her do that for a few minutes before I turn her so I can take over.

She growls in frustration, wanting to be where she was, so I chuckle deviously as I reach for her clit. Her fingernails dig so hard into my back that she draws blood. And something primal snaps inside me as I feel a strange new connection form between my wolf and hers. They’re acquainted already, but it’s clear in my mind that they want at one another.

“Shift!” I thunder gutturally and Stacy immediately complies as I do the same.

I lose her wet pussy as this happens, but manage to flip her to her stomach before my fingers transform to claws.

My wolf takes a mouthful of her skin at her throat and uses it to hold her down, fucking into her wolf form. The sensations are incredible as she clamps down, holding on like a vise. Tighter than I could’ve imagined.

I’ve never fucked in this form, never knew what it’d feel like to have my cock choked like this. My knot emerges and the power within it is immense. It takes over and I become nothing but driving need, my claws gripping the earth as I take what I need, as I take what’smine. Red sparks dance around the edge of my vision as she keens for me. I’m throwing those sparks, whichI’ve never done before and I know it has to do with my new connection to the coven. My knot recedes, but I need more. I need to know if I can feel this in our other forms, too, so I release her and bark out an order that makes her immediately sprint forward as if in fear, but then she shifts to human form and stays on all fours, raising her ass in the air like her wolf did, ready for me. Inviting me. I lunge for her, and she collapses to the ground as I nudge her legs wider with my knee before slamming inside her tight heat again, sinking my teeth into her throat to taste her some more while I fuck her.

“Greyson,” she cries out and my hands find hers, threading our fingers together in the grass.

This feels fucking incredible. As intense as it did as wolves. She cries out a climax as my knot again throbs with urgency, spins around and around inside her tight channel. It’s like my knot has gone into turbo overdrive, for fuck’s sake. I feel tingling in all my limbs, energy surging forward inside me, with a haze of vivid colors sailing through the space between me and my mate. Lights, colors, sensations… they all flood me as I come and come inside her, knowing there’s a very good chance I’m planting my pup inside her tonight.

Making the beginnings of our family.

I feel the magic in me springing to the surface. The words spoken over me tonight, the meaning behind them, the years this has been dormant inside me, waiting for me to realize everything I truly am. I don’t comprehend it all yet, but Mimi said it would be an evolution. That the years I should’ve been learning will not hold me back, that I’ll come into my knowledge, power, and magical purpose quickly. It’s already begun. Here, tonight, with my mate, starting my legacy.

I’m pulled back into this moment with nothing in existence but Stacy as her teeth clamp down on my throat. I roar out my elation, red sparks bursting from the air around me while I order “Shift!” and we snap to our wolf forms again, though her teeth remain lodged in my neck for three full heartbeats before she releases my skin, our eyes locking. Both confidence and cunning appear on her face as she savors the taste of me with her tongue tracing her mouth.

I’m meant to be the mate, the protector of Stacy Blackwood, the shy, timid, lovely wolf shifter. But I’m also insanely attracted to this sultry vixen she becomes when she’s in heat.

A noise erupts from my wolf’s body, part growl, part purr.

She darts away. Have I frightened her?

No; I can tell by the look she throws over her shoulder.

She wants me to chase her.

23

Jason Creed

Linc, Finn, Evander, and me are shifted to wolves, doing a night patrol of the northeast border of our village’s territory, about ten minutes from getting back to the village when I catch Greyson and his mate’s scents. The air is thick with the smell of sex.

I spot them in a clearing together about fifty or sixty feet ahead of us. We’re in the thicker brush and not likely detectible down to drinking that nasty blended concoction of juiced celery, kale, grapefruit zest, and catnip – a mix to hide our scents at the suggestion of Riley’s sister-in-law, the very sexy blonde Young witch.

Grey and his mate are too visible in that clearing what with the thick bush rimming the perimeter, spotlit by the bright and high moon. They’re tangled up together, fucking with abandon. Too exposed. Too fucking vulnerable. I’m surprised at Grey, until I see them shift to wolves and continue fucking and it dawns that Grey’s not thinking with the brain in his head right now.

Shit.My nose tells me Grey probably doesn’t have command of common sense right now, because his mate is in heat.

Finn and Evander are closer to them than Linc and me are and they’re blatantly watching.

Linc shifts and clips, “Fuckin’ chuckleheads,” under his breath and I follow suit as we move closer in order to catch their attention, which isn’t easy since they’re both gawking at the sight.

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