Page 56 of Claimed By the Wolf
This is what I’ve been craving, this connection, this completeness. He’s part of me, even before he’s inside me, his skin calling to mine. We’re fated mates, bonded forever, and now I can finally feel it without shame or fear.
He slides his shirt over his head, revealing the sculpted perfection of his torso, and I help him work out of his pants with trembling fingers. The confined space makes us clumsy, but neither of us cares as fabric gets tangled and tossed aside.
When he’s finally naked before me, I take a moment just to look at him.
Really look at him.
My lips begin their journey along the ridged muscle of his abs, savoring each groan that rumbles from deep in his chest as my mouth trails lower to where he’s hard and ready for me.
He’s magnificent—thick and pulsing with need—but I want to worship him first, to show him with my mouth what he means to me.
Nox’s hands twist gently in my long hair, his touch reverent as he gathers the strands away from my face.
“Brynn,” he breathes my name as I take him into my mouth, my eyes fluttering closed as I lose myself in pleasing him.
The sounds he makes—deep, guttural moans that seem to come from his very soul—vibrate through the small space. I can feel his restraint in the careful way his hands guide me, never demanding, always gentle. My palms slide around to cup the firm muscles of his ass, pulling him deeper until I feel him tense with the effort of holding back.
“I need you,” he growls. “I need to be inside you. Now.”
He pulls me upward with shaking hands, positioning me carefully on his lap. Our eyes lock as he settles me over him, his hands spanning my waist before sliding up to cup my breasts with tenderness.
“Are you ready for me?” he asks softly.
“I’ve been ready for you my whole life,” I whisper.
I lower myself slowly onto him, both of us crying out as he fills me completely. The sensation is overwhelming. Not just the physical joining, but the emotional connection that floods through our bond. He rises up to meet me, and we fall into a rhythm that feels ancient and perfect, like we’ve done this dance a thousand times before.
Our gazes remain locked, watching each other’s faces as pleasure builds between us. His hands roam my body, one settling on my hip to guide my movements, the other tangling in my hair. I brace myself against his shoulders, using the leverage to move against him in slow, deliberate circles that make us both gasp.
“That’s it,” he encourages, his voice rough with need. “I can feel how close you are.”
He’s right. I can feel my climax building, starting low in my core and spreading outward with each roll of my hips. The way he fills me so perfectly, the way his eyes never leave mine, theway our bond hums with shared pleasure—it’s all too much and not enough at the same time.
When my release finally crashes over me, my head falls back and I cry out his name, my body clenching around him rhythmically. The sight of me coming undone seems to be his undoing, too, and he grips my hips, pulling me down hard against him as he finds his own release.
“Brynn,” he groans, his forehead falling to rest against mine as he pulses inside me, filling me with warmth.
We stay like that for long moments, breathing hard, hearts racing in sync. Finally, he shifts us carefully so I’m lying on my side facing him, our legs tangled together in the cramped backseat. His arm comes around me, pulling me close against his chest, where I can hear his heartbeat finally starting to slow.
He presses a soft kiss to my temple. “You’re perfect. We’re perfect together.”
I snuggle closer, feeling more complete than I have in weeks. “I never want to let you go again.”
“Good,” he murmurs into my hair, his arm tightening around me protectively. “Because I’m never letting you go, either.”
“I meant what I said,” he tells me after a moment. “I love you. You’re going to be my Luna.”
I smile. “I know.”
Before he can respond, the Bluetooth rings, and I raise my head to look at the screen. I choke to see Emeric’s name on the display. We scramble to sit up and look at one another.
“Don’t answer it!” I squeak as he reaches to accept the call.
He casts me an odd look. “Why not? We need to resolve this, eventually.”
That’s why he’s the Alpha. Relenting, I sit back and reach for my clothes as he answers, pressing a finger to his lips.
“Hello, Emeric.”
