Claimed by the Wolf Lord

The Mark

The friction of his rough denim against her soft skin was electric. Elena gasped, her back arching instinctively as Damien’s hand moved with purpose, gripping her hip hard enough to bruise. He wasn't asking for permission; he was claiming territory.

"Look at me," he growled, his voice a low rumble that seemed to vibrate right through her core.

Elena forced her eyes open, staring up at him. Damien was a study in chaotic control. His tie was loosened, the knot hanging crookedly against his chest, and his shirt buttons were popped open, revealing the heavy ridge of his chest and the ink that seemed to writhe under his skin. He looked like a predator who had finally cornered his prey.

"Say it," he commanded, his thumb pressing hard against the sensitive bundle of nerves at the apex of her thighs.

Elena’s breath hitched. "Say what?"

"That you're mine," he said, his fingers dipping under the edge of her skirt, tracing the line of her panties. "Say that you belong to the Obsidian Riders."

"I... I belong to you," she whispered, the words feeling scandalous on her tongue.

"Good girl," he smirked, a dark, predatory expression that sent a shiver down her spine. He didn't waste any more time. His fingers hooked into the lace of her panties, tearing them away with a roughness that made her cry out.

"Damien!" she gasped, the sudden exposure making her body flush with heat.

"Shh," he hushed her, leaning down to capture her mouth again, swallowing her moans. He kissed her with a ferocity that stole the air from her lungs. His tongue dueled with hers, dominant and demanding, tasting the copper of her lip.

Elena’s hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, desperate for more. She could feel the hard length of him pressing against her thigh, thick and insistent. The reality of what was happening crashed over her—she was in a strange room, in a strange man's bed, and she was about to lose her virginity to a billionaire biker.

Damien pulled back slightly, his lips glistening with her saliva. He looked down at her, his eyes darkening with lust. "I want to see you," he rasped. "I want to see all of you."

He reached for the zipper of her skirt, dragging it down quickly. The fabric pooled around her waist, leaving her completely exposed to his hungry gaze. He didn't waste a second. He stripped off his own pants, kicking them aside, and then he was covering her body once more, his skin scorching against hers.

"Damien, please," she whimpered, her body trembling.

"Patience, Elena," he teased, though his voice was strained. "I'm going to make you remember this night for the rest of your life."

He positioned himself at her entrance, his eyes locked onto hers. He didn't enter slowly. He thrust forward with a force that made her nails dig into his shoulders, tearing at the skin.

Elena cried out, a mix of pain and overwhelming pleasure. She felt stretched, filled, completely possessed. Damien groaned, his head dropping to the crook of her neck as he began to move. It was rough, unpolished, and absolutely carnal.

He set a brutal pace, slamming into her again and again, hitting a spot deep inside her that made her vision blur. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room, a wet, obscene rhythm that echoed her racing heart.

Elena felt the tension building low in her belly, coiling tighter and tighter. It was too much, too intense. She clawed at his back, her nails leaving red streaks in his skin.

"Harder," she begged, her voice breathless.

Damien didn't need to be told twice. He grabbed her legs, pushing them back to her chest, opening her wider to him. He drove into her with a ferocity that bordered on violence. The pleasure was so sharp it bordered on pain, but Elena didn't want it to stop. She was drowning in him, consumed by the dark, intoxicating need to be claimed by this man.

"Come for me, Elena," he ordered, his voice strained. "Show me who owns this body."

The command shattered her control. She screamed his name as her body convulsed around him, her muscles clamping down on him, milking him for everything he had. She saw stars behind her closed eyes, her body shaking with the force of her release.

Damien roared, a sound that was part animal, part man. He buried his face in her neck, biting down on the sensitive skin just as he spilled himself deep inside her, filling her completely.

He collapsed on top of her, his weight heavy and grounding. Elena lay there, her chest heaving, her body tingling all over. She felt sticky and messy, but she had never felt more alive.

Damien lifted his head, his eyes looking down at her with a satisfied smirk. He reached out and brushed a strand of hair from her face, his touch surprisingly gentle.

"You did good, Elena," he murmured. "You're mine now."

Elena looked up at him, her heart still pounding. She knew that what just happened was just the beginning. Damien Blackwood had claimed her, and she had a feeling she would never be free of him.