Page 49 of His Claim
His mouth found the mark on my shoulder, and the feel of his tongue dragging over it sent goosebumps shivering over my whole body. The sensation ripped through me, my wolf howling in bliss as my knees buckled. My legs almost gave way, but he caught me easily, his big hands pulling me up, holding me against him.
His teeth scraped my mark. I shook, nails digging into his shoulders.
He lifted his head, his eyes meeting mine, bright and wild. “You’re my mate. It’s time that I show you what that truly means.”
He pulled my hair, tilting my head. Then he dipped down and kissed me, slow and deep, his tongue sliding against mine until I moaned into his mouth.
His hand slid higher under my shirt, palm splaying across my stomach. I trembled, every inch of me burning with the need to have him closer, to have him take me, claim me, and make me his in all the ways I needed.
Then his palm found my breast, his thumb circling my nipple until it hardened under his touch. I gasped, my back arching, and his mouth dipped to the line of my throat, his teeth grazing my skin, marking me with every kiss.
“I’ll give you everything,” he growled in my ear. “I’ll give you the world, the stars, the moon, the sun. All of it.”
My hips bucked forward, pressing into him, my wolf singing at the promise in his voice. I could feel the hard length of him straining through his pants, and every inch of me screamed outfor him to take me right there, up against the stone wall, on the stone floor, without mercy.I slid my hands over his shoulders, trying to volley for control, but he didn’t let me take it.
He yanked my hair harder, and I hissed at the harsh pain on my scalp, but there was a rush of pleasure that followed it.
“I’ll give you everything,” he said again, his voice deeper, gravelly. “But you need to give me one thing.”
I bit down on my lower lip, my chest aching. “Anything.”
His eyes met mine, silver and fierce. “Your surrender.”
My stomach twisted, my wolf howling, but my mind resisted. Surrender? Give in? Let him win?
My voice came out shaky, raw. “I don’t?—”
His fingers tightened in my hair. “Submit to me, Mariah. It’s what your body wants. What your wolf needs.”
He was right. I hated how right he was. The bond between us demanded it. The mark on my shoulder ached for it. Every instinct in my body told me to submit to him, to let go, to break apart under his hands, but still my mind fought against it.
My nails dug into his shoulders. “You can fuck me. But I’m not going to surrender.”
A flash of something dangerous flickered in his eyes. “You will.”
A shiver ran down my spine.
“I won’t,” I protested.
His hand raised and he cuffed my cheek with the flat of his palm, not really hard enough to sting, but enough to get my attention.
“The next one is going to sting a little more. I’m your alpha and you will submit to me,” he rumbled.
He slapped my cheek again, this time hard enoughto sting a little bit. My pussy clenched down hard. I felt his cock twitch against my thigh. He was enjoying this, making me submit, but so was I.
He grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled my head to the side. His lips crushed mine, and his tongue invaded my mouth. He kissed me deeply, claiming my mouth. Then he broke away.
“Submit to me.”
I looked up into his eyes. I could see that he was trying to remain in control, but his eyes betrayed his own rampant arousal.
He slid his fingers down the line of my throat, between my breasts and further still until he reached the hem of my shirt. I tried to buck him off, but I only succeeded in allowing him access to the waistline of my pants. Since they were too big for me,Varek slipped his hand in with ease. I tried to push his hand away, but he was too strong, and he cupped my pussy as though he owned it already.
“If you don’t want to submit, I will take you by force. I will fuck you as a wolf does, and make you beg for release.”
I could feel myself growing wet at his words. He was going to make me beg for it, and he was going to love every minute of it, but I was going to enjoy it right along with him.
He kissed my neck and nipped my skin. His hands were rough and callused from years of hard work. Then his fingers brushed over my clit, and I gasped.
