Alpha's Pregnant Mate

8 - His to Claim

She tasted like everything he ever wanted. She tasted like a wild promise of happiness. A glimpse of hope. All those things he never thought he could have, simply because he didn’t deserve them. But here she was. Kissing him back, because she didn’t know better. Because she was meant to be with him. Made for him. Made to complete his soul.

The need to fulfill their bond was overwhelming, but he knew that he couldn’t just mark her. She wouldn’t understand. And if forced on a mate it could cause her pain. He didn’t want that. He didn’t want to hurt her. All he could do was get high on her taste, on the way she moaned softly into their heated kiss. And when she couldn’t resist any longer, he would unravel in the feel of her.

The towel she was holding to his shoulder fell to the floor, replaced by her delicate hand, sliding up his neck and into his hair. Couldn’t stand her being this close, yet too far away.

He couldn’t stand this. He needed her to be part of him. He needed her to consume his soul. Mend it. Fix it. Complete it. He wanted her to make him hers. He wanted to do the same to her. Sink his teeth into her skin and let him claim her.

It wasn’t time yet and he needed to gain back control.

Lila didn’t quite understand what had gotten into her. Probably the adrenaline. Maybe hormones. Maybe it was something else. She never wanted anyone like she did this stranger. A stranger she felt so close to like they somehow were meant to meet.

Did that make sense? Not really, but she didn’t care. Not even when he grabbed her and carried her over to the bed. She didn’t care when he threw her on the mattress. And she was eager to help him peel her out of her wet clothes.

She didn’t even care that she was dirty. She didn’t care that she had been out in the woods for days. She didn’t care that she hadn’t had a chance to shave. Buck would have said something about it. At least he would have said something hurtful about it to make her feel uncomfortable in her own body.

Ethan didn’t. Maybe it was the heat of the moment or maybe he simply didn’t care. She wouldn’t know. She left her brains somewhere between here and Howlers Creek.

But there was something about him that turned her into pudding in his hands. Although he was not human. And that was a good thing because the way he kissed her was nothing like she had ever experienced before.

She didn't know that kind of need. Nobody ever touched her like that. Like he couldn't be close enough, his body rubbing against hers in all the right places. His hands were rough but in the right way. The way that made her feel like he couldn’t get enough of her.

And then he kissed, nibbled, and bit his way down between her legs. “Oh, God!” She almost ch*oked in her own words, when he started to go down on her. Lila's fingers curled into the bedsheets and her body lifted off the mattress.

He wasn’t just eating her out, his tongue was making love to her c**t and it felt like her whole body suddenly and for the first time in years came to life. When he added his fingers to the mix, she was done. She certainly died and came back to life. Once. Twice. A million times.

“That’s it. Let me hear you!” his voice sounded strange to his own ears. He underestimated the effects she would have on him. The sounds she made. Her pleasure. It was like he was witnessing his own enlightenment. And holy s*hit he was so hard for her, it hurt. The scent of her arousal mixed with everything else drove him crazy.

Her belly rose and sunk quickly with each breath she took. She moaned when he ran his nose up from her sweet p*ussy to her breasts. Intoxicated and barely in control anymore he bit into the soft flesh of her breast. Hard enough to make her gasp, not hard enough to seriously injure her.

He was desperate to get her scent all over him and the other way around. Everybody should know that she was his. That no one else was allowed to touch her or have her. She was his!

A low growl rolled through his chest as his mouth claimed hers again. That little body of hers trapped beneath his. Squirming as she slid her hands up his bicep to rest on his shoulder blade.

He wanted her like he never wanted anything in his life. Not air to breathe. Not his freedom. He didn't care about these things anymore. All he wanted was right here.

“I need you,” she whispered surprised by her own words. But she could feel his hard member teasing her as he rubbed himself against her hypersensitive c*lit. She was soaking wet for him. She didn’t just want him, she needed him.

He sat back on his heels, his hands on her inner thigh to spread her legs as far as she would let him. Her p*ussy glistened with her juices. She was so ready for him and he loved it. The need. The desperation. The pure lust they felt for each other at this moment.

With one hand he stroked himself, watching her reach for him, her hand fingertips brushing over his stomach, as she begged for him.

“Say it again!” he couldn’t help his dominant side. He was after all an alpha wolf. He was an alpha male. He wanted her to submit to him. He wanted her to get him to f*uck her senseless.

“Please, Ethan,” she whimpered her hand falling from his stomach to her p*ussy, trying to find some release. But it was his to give, not hers to take.

“No!” he pushed her hand away, before he reached for her throat, “tell me what you want!”

“I want you to f*uck me!” she said, her voice strong as she curled her hand around his wrist. He wasn’t choking her, but he was clearly showing her who was in charge and for once she didn’t mind. He didn’t hurt her. He wouldn’t. But the way he looked at her, the way he took control, made her want him even more. It excited her to the point she was sure she couldn’t see straight anymore. She wanted him to possess her. To climb into her body and make her his.

Her eyeballs rolled back when she felt him at her entrance. Teasing her with just the tip. “Will you come for me?” his fingers slid up higher in her throat, his fingers pressing into her jaw. “Will you be a good girl and come on my c*ock?”

“Yes! Yes, please!” she whimpered.

Satisfied with her answer he grabbed her leg and puller her closer. She cried out in ecstasy when he finally entered her. Stretching her. Filling her with his throbbing rod. He had no patience left to take it slow. He needed to claim her this way and she would let him.

Sweat mixed with the dirt on their skin. The air was heavy with the scent of s*ex. It drove him mad. I made him want to twister her and turn her and scream his name. Skin on skin. The sound of her moaning. The sound of his heavy breathing. The sound of each thrust he purposefully delivered.

“You-,” he pushed himself as deep as he could inside her warmth, “-are-,” he grabbed her throat again, “-mine!”

She has been with a man who called her his for over six years, but it always sounded different from Buck’s lips. Like she was an object to him. Like he could do with her as he pleased. When Ethan said it, it sounded like a promise. It made sense and didn’t offend her. It made her want to be his. Was this some sort of sorcery? If men could turn into wolves at will then magic wasn’t far off the table either.

Ethan certainly must have put some kind of spell on her as his fingers squeezed just enough to remind her she was supposed to answer him. Just enough to make her forget her train of thought, as her inner walls clenched around him, grabbed him hard, and sucked him in.

His grip loosened at the sensation. A groan escaped his mouth, as he held on to her waist and f*ucked her through her orgasm. “Say it!” he hissed through gritted teeth.

She didn’t. She wasn’t ready to give in to him yet. At least not like that. So, she shook her head instead. She felt his fingers on her jaw, his thumb pulling down her lower lip.

“Say it!” his command rang through the room, but she wouldn’t give in.

“Make me!” she dared to challenge him and to his utter surprise he liked it.

His natural reaction to defiance was a warning. A growl. Danger. But with her, it was a challenge. A test. A game he was eager to win. She was his prey and he would chase her until she begged him to claim her.

He bend over her, his hands on the sides of her head and he thrust harder and faster. The bed ached under the rough movements of their bodies, begging for it to stop. But he wouldn’t stop.

“Just like that!” she moaned, her fingernails digging into his skin. She was marking him in her own way, his eyes dropped to the soft spot just below her ear. He could feel his canines lengthen. Eager to put his mark on her.

“Not now! Not! Right! Now!” He reminded himself over and over again. Instead, he imagined the feeling of her skin breaking. The taste of her blood on his tongue. It was that thought that drove him over the edge and came long and hard inside her. His semen spilled out of her. He kept moving because he wanted this to last for as long as he could. He wanted to stay like this forever. Buried inside her. Her fingers gently ran up his spine as she was trying to catch her breath.

“I’m so tired,” she whispered, trailing her hands to his lower back, “but I want you to do that again!”