Page 102 of Claimed By the Rival Alpha
At the thought of being truly his, my orgasmignited every nerve ending, and pure, hot ecstasy stretched out from my core and unfurled through every inch of my body. I shuddered beneath him in the aftershock of it. His eyes were all I could make out in the darkness, bright green with hunger and passion.
But he still hadn’t bitten me.
“Night, please,” I begged. “Finish me.”
He chuckled, but I didn’t want him to laugh, I wanted him to claim me.
I adjusted my position in his lap so I was straddling him. His thick, hard cock pressed between us as I leaned forward to kiss him, my body still tingling from my orgasm. My breasts were flush against him, my hardened nipples brushing against his firm chest. His cock throbbed against my stomach, slick with precum, eager to stretch and fill me.
“Bryn,” he growled against my lips, his clawed hands running up and down my back. The faint pain of the scratches only elevated my desire. As if he knew that, he dipped his hands lower and gripped my ass with those hands, lifting me and pressing his tip to my opening. “Mine,” he whispered.
“Yours,” I returned, and sank lower, eliciting a hissing moan from him.Now bite me and prove it,I willed.
He pushed me down, and at the same time, thrust upward. I cried out as he stretched me. His lips were on my neck again, his fangs dimpling the skin. He stoked the need burning inside me with those first thrusts, and my next orgasm came chasing after the first. I tumbled into it. I knew this was heaven even as my body burned like it was in flames.
“It’s time,” he growled, his sharp teeth drawing blood. I felt a hot drop of it trail down my throat and between my breasts. Finally, I would be his, and he would leave the mark that would prove it. With just a bit more pressure, his fangs would pierce me, and the claiming would be complete.
“Yes!” I cried, seconds from the claiming bite, but he suddenly pulled away. His body shuddered as he came. He leaned back in the chair, satisfied, but I was left trembling and wanting. I’d orgasmed twice, but I was incomplete and unfinished. That disappointment was a hole in my heart, one that would fester until it found fulfillment.
“Why didn’t you do it?” I asked him. “You were seconds from claiming me, but you wouldn’t.”
Instead of answering, he started to chuckle again, patting my back like I was a child who needed to be comforted and appeased.
“Night, talk to me. Don’t you love me?”
But he didn’t speak. He just continued to coddle me. I wanted to push out of his arms as tears pricked my eyes, but he held fast.
“Let me go! Let?—"
Iwoke with stinging tears in my eyes, my body throbbing with the memory of Night’s touch. Around me was darkness as thick and impenetrable as my dream. It took me several seconds to catch my breath, to return to my body. Eventually, the press of the jagged rock against my back and the cool, damp air reminded me where I was.
There was a slight sting at my neck. As I shifted around, I realized the cave wall had been scraping at the area where Night’s teeth had pressed to my throat. There was indeed a bead of blood that had welled up from the puncture wound and dripped down my neck.
“Sweet dream?”
I flinched and looked toward the entrance of the cave. Troy leered down at me with a smirk on his face and hunger in his gaze.
Fuck.I sat up straighter. If not for the rock at my back, I would have tried to scoot away from him. I knew that look—it reminded me of when he had me strung up in his room in only my underwear, when he’d told me that I would be his sex slave.
“It looked like you were having a good time,” he said.
“That’s none of your fucking business,” I snapped. I risked taking my eyes off him so I could see if Tavi was nearby, but she was still gone.
When I looked back at Troy, he had moved closer. He crouched in front of me so that we were at eye level.
“Where’s Tavi?” I demanded.
“She’s the last thing you should be thinking about right now, Bryn.” He touched my hair, letting it slip through his fingers.“Why don’t you focus on answering a question for me? How does it feel knowing you’ve given yourself to a man who has no intention of being with you?”
“What?” I blurted, before I could stop myself.
He continued touching my hair, and leaned a bit closer. “I mean, it’s obvious that you’ve let Night fuck you, yet I see no claiming mark on your neck.” He touched my throat, trailing his fingertips over my skin. His touch, his very presence, cooled whatever was left of the fire that dream of Night had kindled in my body. “Clearly, he meant to use you for a decent fuck or two before letting you go.”
“You have no idea what you’re talking about.” My voice was a growl. My wolf snapped inside me, wanting Troy’s blood on her fangs. I tried to keep it together. I knew that he wanted to get me riled up, wanted to psych me out and get into my head, but his words could never taint the bond that Night and I shared.
“If you two are truly mates, he should have claimed you. This is proof that he doesn’t love you—he just wanted to toy around with your body and to get back at me. You really are as worthless as I thought, if even my moron of a brother can see it.”
My upper lip curled with disgust. “I don’t know why Night hasn’t claimed me yet, but I know that finding out is as simple as asking him. That’s what love is, Troy. It’s trust, communication, kindness. But I wouldn’t expect you to understand that.” I knew my eyes had started to glow when I felt a push of power from somewhere deep within me. The power came from the part of me that knew without a doubt that my love for Night was genuine. “Night will always be a better Alpha and the better choice, Troy. Even your sadistic father knew that he was the superior wolf.”
