Mistress of Blood and Fur

Chapter 32 - Claimed

Onyx

“You’re mine,” Grace says, and all I can do is to open my mouth in wonder. I hold her by the nape of her neck, my fingers in her wildly loose hair. Hers is more brown that black, only slightly longer than mine. Lighter. More beautiful.

“Of course, I am,” I agree, as I pull her toward me by her nape. She grits her teeth.She feels a little pain, but she takes it well. My words are compliant, but my actions say, “You are mine, Grace. Yes, you.”

“Do we dare?” she asks, her eyes sparkling with mischief I don’t exactly expect from her. Part of her attraction is the innocence she carries around like a cape. Then again, this new side of her interests me. It’s the one that’s bold enough to claim me right in front of my father.

“You already did, didn’t you?” I ask, nuzzling her nose with mine and skimming her back until my hands are on the swell of her hips right above her ass. She squeals when I squeeze her cheeks. “You dared. So, we’re here. Are you sure you don’t want to take this to your room? Or mine?”

She scrunches her nose, and I laugh. I know what she means. She doesn’t really like the idea of being intimate so close to where Carlotta sleeps. As for doing it in the cabin I share with Fox and Dash? I think that’s a dangerous thought, especially when the moonlight is almost upon us.

Opium Hills wolves who haven’t gone through the mating rituals are wild and unbridled by the old laws where gods and goddesses decide their matches. Fox and Dash are good friends, but the idea of them flaring their noses as they smell Grace is unacceptable to me. A low growl escapes my throat, and Grce looks up at me. Questioning. Still smiling.

“I’d rather be here, accepting my wolf.”

‘As you have been accepting it every day you’re here with us at Opium Hills.”

‘Yeah, I guess,” she whispers. Suddenly, a hint of sadness flashes in her eyes. She lowers her gaze, and I tilt her chin up with two fingers so that I can see her face.

“What is it?”

“I miss my family.”

There’s that reminder that she and I are different that way. My father is in no way a bad man, but his decision to choose tradition over love ruined my mother. She died in grief. They probably only had a few years, if not months, of happiness.

“Do you want to visit them?”

“I don’t know if that’s wise, Onyx.”

She’s right, of course. This whole growing back the population isn’t wise, either. We attracted a shapeshifter or even more, and we are now Dennington’s targets.

“Probably isn’t,” I agree. I pull her toward me until her breasts are pressed against my the space between my belly and diaphragm.

“Onyx.”

“I’m sorry, Grace. I’m taking advantage of your loneliness,” I say, already harder than I’ve ever been. I haven’t even kissed her. I haven’t even stripped her clothes, but I’m ready. I even have a condom in my pocket, like the human man I like pretending to be.

“No, you’re not,” she whimpers, her hand reaching for my erection. I groan as she rubs me over my jeans. I curse my choice of wardrobe, thinking idly of all the board shorts in my closet. But I’m here now, and she wants this as much as I do.

My zipper goes down before I know it and a warm, smooth hand slips in to take me. She wraps her hand around my c**k, and caresses it tentatively. It twitches in her hand, as if protesting the slow, torturous way she’s handling it.

“Grace,” I groan, my voice an admission that I see what she’s doing right now. It’s now how I expected things to go down. Not at all. Grace is truly claiming me.

“Getting owned.” Blaze chuckles in my head. His rising presence causing everything to feel more heightened. Grace has also figured it out now. She rolls her thumb over the tip of my c**k and spreads the pre-c*m down to the rest of my length.

I kiss her mouth this time. I devour it, tongue sliding in to taste her. Tongue, teeth, and lips meet passionately, as I try to keep my presence of mind. My mouth is busy and her hand is still busy with my c**k. Everything seems to spin, in a good way, of course, and I’m just holding on.

So, I have to make a decision. It’s one I’m reluctant to make. I pull her hand gently off my c**k, and pulls my jeans and boxers completely off. She giggles softly and her cheeks turn a bright red.

“What is it?” I rasp.

“You’re naked from the waist down, Onyx,” she whispers. Then, she stills. “I know there’s nothing funny about that.”

She stares at my c**k when she says the word, “that,” and a flicker of worry passes her face. I grin at her, guessing what she’s thinking.

“I’ll make sure you’re ready. You’re an Opium Hills wolf. A Sloane. A Grant. You can handle some c**k, my girl.”

She laughs a little nervously, but she’s determined with this claiming thing. So, my girl fights back by stripping her plaid blouse and jean shorts. It’s my turn to swallow hard. I’ve seen her body before, but I can’t control its effects on me. How can someone with an angelic face have a body meant for doing terrible, dirty things?

“Why are you walking away from me?” I ask, stalking forward as she subconsciously backs away. Even as she tries to increase the distance between us, she’s shedding the rest of her clothes. Her underwear is down on the forest floor now. I swear I see a little bit of regret on her face. She’s probably thinking of what she has to wear after I f**k her tonight. Poor girl. Always thinking. My heart twists with the thought of her having to worry about anything.

“I’m here now,” she declares, standing straighter. Her breasts push forward, proud and full. I take off my flannel shirt, making sure I discard it close enough to where we’ll finish this. We are now two young wolves, completely naked in the forest. I can smell her. She smells so f*****g good, like gardenias even though you’d expect more jasmine from up here.

“Claim me, Grace,” I say. It’s not a dare. It’s not a command. I’m begging her now. I want to taste her, pump my c**k into her, but I want her to make the choice. She’s claiming me.

Another kiss has us turning into a tangle of limbs. Skin pressing on skin. Scents mingling as a light drizzle falls upon us. I pull her down with me to the forest floor, with her on top of me as we continue to kiss. Her ass grazes the top of my c**k and her breasts fall on my chest, their hardened points skating over my warm skin. I pull away from the kiss and pull her upward so I can feast on her breasts. I lick the n*****s greedily, sucking them in hard. She pants on top of me, her warm p***y wet and hot on my belly. She squirms and wriggles even more as I continue to suck.

“Take me in,” I whisper onto her t**s, blowing my warm breath on her skin. Goosebumps have spread over her, sensitive to every kiss and caress. My hand reaches for the condom in my shirt pocket.

Grace looks at me. Her desire trumps her fear as she lowers herself and takes my c**k. She’s not a human, but a hybrid wolf. She can take it. I know she can. But as she takes me in slowly, gripping my c**k tightly, I’m almost sure I won’t be able to hold myself. Finally, she sinks down on me, gasping with pain and the shock of being filled for the first time. I can almost smell her blood, and it feeds my frenzy but I know I have to slow down.

Then, she rolls her hips. At first, it’s tentative. She’s trying to make sense of the pain and fullness. I can tell she’s also overwhelmed because it’s a new experience. It’s not just s*x. The whole thing is a promise, one that’s much better than any ritual.

“I’m claiming you, Onyx Warcloud,” she declares in a loud, brave voice. It’s the trigger I’ve been waiting for. She moves over me, not quite sure what to do. I hold her hips and I raise her slowly so that my c**k is almost free. She whimpers in complaint. Then, I slam her back down on me. I do it a few more times, the strokes becoming wilder and more impatient. When she gets her rhythm, she works me without my help. I put my arms under my head to enjoy the show as she takes me in and out a few more times before she shakes with her orgasm, head thrown back triumphantly.

I hold myself, trying not to c*m yet. Then, I pull her down to me, my c**k still hard inside her.

“Bite me. Bite me hard, Grace.”

She’s confused at first. Then, nature takes over as her fangs spring out. Her eyes turn slightly amber. She bites, the sharp ends digging into my shoulder so close to my heart. After she pulls out, I bite her on her shoulder. She takes it well, looking down at me with a smile on her face.

I’m hers.

The bite shoots more pleasure into my veins, my c**k pulsing inside her. I c*m with a loud howl. I hear another howl from a distance, almost like an echo except it’s almost like it’s tinged with amusement. We may be dealing with a rogue wolf.