Page 1 of Claimed
Chapter 1
Caine
The harsh ringing of my phone pierces through the fog of sleep. Some nameless rap tune blares, sending the lush body curved against my front into a bit of a panic. She sits up, pulling away her heat and the sheet covering us. “What?” she gasps, head whipping around.
Opening my eyes into heavy-lidded slits, I reach and grip the female’s arm.
What was her name again?
Jessica? Jane?
“And where are you going, pet?” I ask as my eyes roam over the smooth skin of her back.
She turns her head to peer down at me and a flush stains her skin. “Aren’t you going to get that?” she asks with a smile, tucking her dark hair behind her ears.
I pull on her arm, urging her back onto the thick mattress. She rejoins me with a breathy laugh as I roll her under me. “It’s someone from work. No one important,” I murmur, lowering my head to kiss and nibble along her bare neck. Her hands slide into my hair, her little nails scratching along my scalp and heating my blood.
I chuckle.
Right. She was this responsive last night, too.
Her soft giggles fade to ardent moans as the infernal ringing quiets. I caress her sides, her full breasts. She writhes under me, her slick core ghosting along my bare hips as she arches. “Please,” she begs.
“What do you need, pet?” I croon to her, laving at the soft shell of her ear.
She trembles under me. “You.”
I laugh again,knowingjust how much she desires me. They always do.
One time in my bed, and they’re mine. Mine to tease. To stroke. To fill.
I rock my hips, sliding along the silken outer lips of her warm channel. “Do you need me here?”
Her gasp is loud. “Deeper,” she pleads.
I slide my fingers into the thick hair at her nape and wrench her head back. It pulls her throat taut in one long line.
Her nails scramble over my skin. “Harder,” she whispers.
I pull more, feeling her desire coil in my gut. Her naughty desires. The things she wants but is too shy to ask for, I canseethem. Feel them like they are my own needs.
My demon blood sears my veins, lusting for what she can offer. What her human body can give me.
With a groan, I surge forward, my length primed to sate both our needs.
A new song blares through my open penthouse. I go still.
The lullaby is one I spent hours searching for in a moment of weakness. A lullaby that I insure never plays where it is audible.
It curls in my stomach, banishing my desire on a wave of bleakness. Of pain.
I release the girl and roll to my feet, reaching for the phone.
“Hey, what—” she stammers behind me.
“Out,” I snap as I press the phone to my chest, stifling the song. She huddles on the bed, the desire fading in the face of my anger. “Please get your things and leave,” I amend.
Ignoring the confusion I see, I walk toward the balcony, picking up a silk robe as I go. I click to answer the call as I belt the fabric. “Are you okay?”
