Page 24 of Claiming Xan
River grabbed me by the hips and yanked me closer. I gasped as he wrapped one big hand around his cock and mine, rubbing our crowns together, and I whimpered as we frotted. Pleasure tingled down my spine, and my free hand found River’s shirt. I bunched it up in my hand and slid it up, so that his chest and abdomen were bared.
Then, low, River whispered, “Fuck into my hand,” into my ear. I shivered at the warm rasp, but did as he asked. I rocked my hips almost desperately, looking down to watch my cock slide in and out of the hole River’s fist made. Rubbing and sliding against River’s cock with each thrust.
It didn’t take long. With a soft cry, I came over River’s chest, but he was right behind me, our bodies twitching as we reached that high. I dropped my head to River’s shoulder, breathing hard.
River groaned. “Fuck. I liked that way more than I should have.” Reaching down, he trailed a finger through the cum on his stomach. When I leaned back, he held it up to my lips. “Open up.”
My stomach flipped at the demand in his tone, but I smirked down at him, then took his hand in both of mine and drew his finger into my mouth. I wrapped my tongue around the digit, licking it clean, sucking our shared release from his skin.
River groaned again, and I had him right where I wanted him. I slid down between River’s legs and began to lick his cock clean before leaning up and cleaning up the mess on his stomach. The taste of us was salty and bitter on my tongue, but it had my engine purring—and obviously River’s as well.
I loved how heated his eyes were as they watched my every move. “God, you’re a slut, aren’t you?” he uttered, reverent.
I only batted my lashes and smiled. “Maybe. You wanna go to the backseat and cuddle until round two?”
“Round two?”
I bit my lip and waggled my brows. “Unless youdon’twant a blowjob?”
And for the third time that night, River’s guttural groan filled the small car. “Fuck.”
I loved the way I had his undivided attention. Sure, we’d have to sneak in after Mom went to bed and shower off the scent of sex, but it would be worth it.
Even if I kind of liked smelling like this Alpha…
14
RIVER
“The brake! The brake!”Xan cried.
The car shuddered and jerked to a stop as I slammed my foot on the pedal too hard. We were both thrown roughly forwards, caught by our seatbelts.
Beside me, Xan hissed in pain. I let a slew of curse words fly as I punched the steering wheel so hard my knuckles popped.
“FUCK!” I shook out my hand, cursing again. “How does anyone manage to do this?” I snarled. “This is fucking impossible!” I balled up my fist and punched the wheel again.
HONK! The horn blared, making us both jump. My foot came up off the brake and the car began moving again. “Goddamnit!” I slammed it down once more, causing another jerky stop.
How could Xan think that teachingmehow to drive was going to be a “cakewalk” as he so aptly put it. My inner-wolf was ready to tear this car to pieces. “Fuck this,” I spat, struggling with the seat belt. “I’m done. Fucking done!”
Xan was very quiet beside me, before gently reaching over and putting the car in park. He touched my arm. A growl burst from my chest, but strangely, my inner-beast stilled at the touch.
My nostrils flared, picking up Xan’s too-sweet scent. Heat… I was so distracted. I didn’t care about driving this damn metal death trap. I just wanted to crash into Xan and kiss him until we both couldn’t breathe. To bend him over the back seat and bury my tongue in his hole, where I knew he’d soon be slick, and lap up his sweetness. Fuck…
I squeezed the steering wheel and let out a shuddering breath. “I’m sorry. I… I can’t do this. I can’t,” I said.
Xan’s voice was gentle. “It’s okay, River. Really. Maybe this isn’t the right time.” He looked a little sheepish before shrugging. “We can try again another day.”
“Maybe never,” I retorted.
“River.”
I growled again, crossing both arms over my chest. “I don’t feel in control right now, and I hate it.” I meant it in more ways than one. “Fuck the lesson. I’m done.”
Xan nodded and unbuckled his safety belt. We switched places, and Xan fiddled with adjusting the seat back to where he originally had it. I flopped into the passenger seat, but all that did was give me a huge whiff of Xan’s saccharine scent. My mouth watered. God.
Neither of us said anything for a few minutes; we just sat there, in the car, in the middle of the high school parking lot where Xan had decided to give me my first driving lesson—which I’d definitely failed. Then Xan offered a smile. “You hungry?”
