Page 8 of His Public Claim
“So pretty. My good girl. Reach for it. They wantedyour first time to be about them. Defy them. Take this for yourself, myshka.”
He shifts and grasps my knee, pushing my leg outwards, opening me up. And it’s magic. I’m slick and soft and he’s hard, and the drawing my clit tight makes everything more sensitive. A moan, or possibly a scream rips from my throat.
But I don’t hear the sound, because the wolf’s mouth covers mine immediately, possessively taking my cries for himself. Protecting me.
“Come for me, Nicole,” he whispers against my lips.
And I do. Something about the way he says my name causes white light to wipe me out, pulsing through me. The orgasm is almost sharp as I shudder beneath the massive body of the wolf.
“That’s it, so pretty,” he croons. “Don’t stop.”
I vaguely notice him reaching down between us. The long length of his shaft moves aside as the first spike of my climax ebbs away.
There’s a hot, blunt end at my entrance, and I’m basically cross-eyed from looking into the grey eyes that hold me. His erection, I realise, pressing into where I yield, where I’m untouched.
He thrusts his hips forward, and this time, my cry is pain.
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“Hush, hush.” I still, my heart being crushed under the granite weight of my guilt. I’m hurting her. My love. But they’re not going to hear her suffering, so I keep my mouth over hers, swallowing every cry so no one hears anything. “You did so well, that’s all of it.” She’s taken my whole—very substantial—length in one go.
She feels amazing. Hot and wet and incredibly tight. Nicole is as made for me as I always suspected. As her cries diminish, I kiss her over to the edges of her lips. Her body, which had relaxed as I’d stroked her with my shaft, is tense again.
“I’m sorry.” The words are muffled.
“It’s okay,” she pants.
Somewhere in the far distance there are cheers and lewd comments. I don’t hear them. I don’t think about anything but the woman beneath me.
“Does it hurt?” It’s a stupid question. Of course it hurts. I just shoved inside her as she came. This should have been gentle, loving. I should have stretched her out and licked heruntil she was jelly and then been able to slide in like she was warm butter.
“It’s easing.” And I can feel it too. Her pussy clamps down a little less, making space for my cock. Tempting me.
“Good.” I sound strangled. It’s an effort not to move. There’s a mix of emotions in me. Being inside her is both perfect and right, and grubby with the presence of the Essex cartel around us.
“Mmm.” She shifts, and it shoots sensation through to my balls, which tingle in response. I remain frozen.
This time it’s a definite wriggle.
“Say if you want more, myshka,” I growl, shifting the kiss to the sensitive skin under her ear and murmuring so no one else hears. “But don’t play with fire by writhing beneath me like a little whore.”
Nicole gasps, and I lift my head enough to see her face properly again. Her eyes are hazy, and her lips pink and bee-stung from our kisses.
“I can take it,” she whispers back. “Do what you need to do.”
“Want.” I mean what she wants, but her pupils expand at the other implication. That I’m going to do whatever I want to her.
Her nod is brief, not much more than a tilt of her chin.
“Wider.” I’m barely more than mouthing the words. “Open your legs more for me. Let me in further.”
And she does, stretching out her thighs and as I slide deeper, we both moan before I can get my lips on hers.
“Good girl.” I withdraw slowly, just an inch, and then slip my tongue into her mouth as I return home, deep inside her. I’ve never had sex so intimate, regardless of the grubby situation. The low voices and sounds of hands on flesh around us ought tobe off-putting and detract from the bond between us. But like the lights on us and the shadows created by my body over hers, they only serve to enhance how it’s the two of us against them.
There’s grim satisfaction in finding pleasure for us both—but especially for Nicole—in circumstances so uniquely not intended for her enjoyment.
