Page 10 of His Claim
I leaned down, brushing my lips against her ear and took a deep breath in, surrounding me with her scent and her pussy fluttered around my cock.
“No.”
She struggled, but I thrust into her once more, and then again, as if I was proving a point. My cock pulsed inside her, hard and heavy, the heat of her body searing through me like wildfire.
She was mine now.
No one could take her from me.
No one would dare to try.
Not even her.
My blood burned at the thought of it, and my hips drove forward harder.
She twisted in my grasp, hissing curses under her breath, but she couldn’t escape. I had her pinned, trapped in my arms, legs, and on my cock.
She shuddered at a particularly brutal thrust, and a broken moan slipped from her throat. Her nails dug deeper into my skin, drawing blood, but I barely felt the sting.
I bent low, brushing my lips against her ear as she shuddered again. “I don’t care how much you fight,” I growled, squeezingmy eyes shut. “I don’t care how much you hate me. You’re still mine.”
Her breath caught in her throat, her body tightening around me, and I knew she was close to coming. I could feel it in the way she trembled, the way her breath hitched, the way her walls fluttered and clenched.
“You’re my mate,” I repeated, driving into her with every word. “And I’m going to prove it to you, over and over again.”
Her body arched beneath me, her head thrown back in ecstasy, and her screams echoed down the corridor as she came. Her walls clamped down around my cock like a fucking vise. I thrust once more, twice, as deep as I could go, and then my knot swelled, locking us together as I buried myself inside her.
Her eyes fluttered shut, her lips parted in a soft gasp as I filled her with my seed, the head of my cock pressed tightly against her. She shuddered, her thighs trembling, her body gripping me tight.
I stayed buried in her for a long moment, panting, our bodies still joined. Her scent was everywhere now, mixed with mine, thick and heady, and I breathed it in, savoring it.
Slowly, she opened her eyes again, and the fury was back, blazing brighter than ever. Her hands slid down to my hips, and I felt the sharp pinch of her nails as she dug them into my skin.
Her jaw clenched, her eyes flashing with rage. “I will never be yours.” She spat the words like a curse, her voice raw and hoarse. “I’ll kill you first.”
A dark chuckle rumbled in my chest.
“You can try.”
She twisted under me, trying to dislodge my knot, but I held her firm, keeping her pinned against the floor. I bent low, brushing my lips over the mark I’d left on her skin. “But if you do, it won’t change anything.”
Her body tensed, her breath catching as I laved my tongue over her bite, claiming her all over again. She shuddered, a soft whimper escaping her throat, and I felt a surge of delicious triumph.
I shifted my hips, letting my knot deflate the slightest bit and drove deeper into her, and she cried out, her walls clamping down around me in another orgasm. I kept going, grinding into her, again and again, until her body went limp.
Finally, I pulled back, staring down at her. Her eyes were glazed, her lips parted in a soft moan. “You’re mine,” I told her, my voice and eyes joining to convey my arousal and my ownership. “Whether you like it or not.”
Her eyes narrowed, but she didn’t argue. Instead, she turned her head away, refusing to look at me.
I smirked. “That’s what I thought.”
I pulled out of her slowly, relishing the sight of my seed dripping from her delectable little entrance.
I stood, tucking my cock back into my pants, and looked down at her.
She was covered in blood and bruises and my cum, her body marked with the evidence of our mating.
My mate.
