Page 80 of His Claim
He began to move again, his strokessteady, each one a slow, sweet torture that sent shivers down my spine. He was toying with me, dragging out my pleasure, pushing me closer to the edge, only to pull back atthe last second before I came apart beneath him.
He was the master of my body, the conductor of my desire, and I was his instrument, my body humming in a symphony of sensation.
“Varek,” I whimpered, my voice a ragged plea. “Please…I need to come,” I gasped, my hips bucking against his, my body a taut wire of need. “Please! Ineeeedto come.”
“Not yet. I want you to feel everything. I want you to remember this. I want you to remember how it feels to be loved like this.Of how much I love you, little wolf.”
He shifted his angle, his cock hitting a spot deep inside me that made me gasp, my back arching off the stone. He hit it again and again, each thrust a calculated assault on my senses. My vision blurred, the world narrowing to the exquisite friction of his cock inside me, the heat of his body pressedagainst me and then it finally occurred to me that he’d said he loved me.
I couldn’t stop the orgasm that tore through me at that realization.It was a tidal wave, a maelstrom of sensation that ripped through me, leaving me breathless, boneless, and utterly spent. I screamed out his name, my body convulsing around him, my inner walls clenching and unclenching in a frantic,desperate rhythm. I came and he slowed his thrusts, allowing me to ride out the waves of ecstasy, his body a steady anchor in the storm of my release.
But he didn’t let me rest. He kept moving, his pace an unhurried, torturous rhythm that stoked the embers of my desire into a roaring inferno. He pushed me higher and closer to the edge, my mind a haze of euphoria. I was lost in a sea of sensation, my body his to command, my will his to bend.
“Again,” he commanded. “Come for me again, little wolf.”
I did as my alpha demanded. I shattered again, my body convulsing as I came apart at the seams.He was driving me wild, pushing me past the limits of my endurance, past the boundaries of my own desire. I was a vessel for his pleasure, a canvas for his art, and I was beautiful in my surrender.
“You’re mine,” he whispered. “Every part of you. Every sigh, every shiver, every moan. They’re all mine.”
I could only nod, my body too spent to form words, my mind too hazy to form coherent thoughts. I was his, completely and utterly, and in that moment, there was no place I’d rather be.
He pulled out slowly, his cock glistening with our combinedarousal, and I whimpered at the sudden emptiness. But he wasn’t done with me. He turned me over with a gentleness that was at odds with the raw hunger in his eyes.My stomach pressed against the cool rock, and my heart took on a staccato rhythm in my chest.
“I think it’s time I enjoyed this tight little ass again, little mate.”His voice was low, a near whisper in my ear, his words sending a fresh wave of heat through me.
I felt a blush creep up my neck, but I didn’t protest. Instead, I rose to my knees and pushed my hips back for him, a silent invitation that he was all too happy to accept.His fingers slid between my legs, gathering my wetness and bringing it back to circle around my asshole.
“You should know that I was gentle with that sweet little pussy. I’m not going to be gentle with this perfect ass of yours. I’m going tofuckit so hard. It’s going to hurt; it’s going to burn, but you’re going to take it, aren’t you? And you’re going to come long and hard for me, aren’t you?”
“Yes, sir,”I managed to croak the expected response.
“That’s my good girl,” he growled, his teeth nibbling my neck and sending shivers down my spine.
He positioned himself behind me, the head of his cock pressing against my tight entrance. I braced myself for the sharp, punishing pain, but it didn’t come. Instead, he pushed in slowly, inch by agonizing inch, opening me gradually and forcing the deep ache of being stretched in this way to take over my every sense of being.
I could feel every ridge, every vein of his cock as it slid into me, and the stretch was a sweet, burning agony that made my toes curl. A high, thin sound I didn’t recognize as my own escaped my throat. My body tried to clench, to resist the invasion, but he was persistent, his hands gripping my hips, holding me in place,taking me inch by inch until at long last, his cock was fully seated inside my ass.I felt full, complete, and utterly possessed.
I couldn’t form words. I couldn’t think about anything other than his big cock inside of me. I could only feel.
He began to move then, a slow, steady rhythm that was both punishing and pleasurable. Each thrust was a declaration of his ownership, a branding of his claim, and I reveled in it. The pain receded, replaced by a deep, burning pleasure that built with every stroke, a growing storm of sensation that threatened to annihilate me with every thrust.
“You’re so tight around my cock,” he groaned. “So perfect.”
I could only whimper in response, my body arching into his touch, my hands gripping the rock ledge, my knuckles white. He reached around, his fingers finding my clit, his touch firm, insistent. He circled it with slow, intentional strokes, matching the rhythm of his hips, and I felt my orgasm start to build again, washing over me in a wave of desire so intense it was almost painful.
“Come for me,” he commanded. “Come for your alpha.”
I obeyed. I shattered, my body convulsing around him, my inner walls clenching and unclenching in a frantic, desperate rhythm. He rode out my orgasm, his strokes slowing, his fingers still circling my clit, his breath warm against my neck. My hips arched up, and he thrust even deeper inside me. A strangled moan escaped my lips as he plunged his cock into me, over and over again through every last second of my orgasm and then beyond that.
He was right. It hurt, but it was the good kind of hurt. My body was his to command, his to claim, and I gave him every bit of my surrender.
“Good girl,” he praised, his voice thick with satisfaction.
He didn’t stop. He continued to thrust into me, his strokes slowly growing harder until he was pounding into my ass and Iwas writhing beneath him.My body felt like it was on fire, every nerve ending aflame with sensation. I could feel my inner walls clenching around him, and I knew I was close.
It didn’t take long.
I came again, my body convulsing with the force of it, a scream tearing from my very soul as my entire world splintered into a million pieces of unadulterated bliss.
