Page 25 of Alpha's Claim

Not that he requires urging.

The Viking knows what he’s doing. His hand roams up beneath my cami to massage my breast and then pinch a nipple, all the while his masterful tongue teaches me that promised lesson for my disobedience.

It’s a good one.

I arch up on the sand and moan my pleasure.

He pushes up on one hand to look down at my face as his fingers return to stroking my pussy. He presses one finger inside me—or at least he attempts to, but it’s too thick. I noticed in the car that his digits are probably the size of a normal man’s cock. He meets my natural resistance and eases back, then switches to a smaller finger—his pinky perhaps.

I’m out of breath with excitement.

He screws the finger inside me and pumps it slowly, all the while watching my face, perhaps for signs of discomfort. There is none.

Only pleasure.

I’m being ravished on the beach by a Viking. It’s perfection.

He pumps a little faster, pinching my nipple roughly. Then he claims my mouth.

It’s a savage kiss. His tongue sweeps into my mouth, and I taste my own essence on it.

My legs thrash around him on the sand. I wrap a hand behind his head to encourage more kissing, but he breaks it and lowers his mouth to my sex again. With his pinky still pumping in and out of me, he finds my clit with his tongue.

I shriek as pleasure explodes all around me. I come, my muscles squeezing around his finger, my back arching in the sand, my inner thighs shivering and shaking around his broad shoulders.

It doesn’t last long enough, though. I still want more. I want the whole thing. I want his member between my legs.

When it passes and I open my eyes, Darius shakes his head with mock sternness. “That’s the second time you’ve come without permission, princess.”

I lie back in the sand, boneless and soaring from the experience.

The Vikings eyes glint amber in the sunlight.

“Now it’s time for your punishment.”

Darius

I stand and take Paloma’s hand, drawing her straight from her back to my shoulder, so I can carry her like a war prize back to the castle.

My bear is riled up, which made it difficult to hold back once I had her taste on my tongue, but I didn’t claim her.

I hope I wasn’t too rough. Too un-nuanced. But if I was, it goes with the Viking fantasy.

As I carry her back to the safe house, with a taste of her still on my tongue, my bear roars in a victory dance. Nothing has ever felt so right as this moment. As claimingPaloma. But no– I’m not going toclaimher, I firmly remind myself and my bear.

I’m just going to fulfill her fantasy.

And what a fucking privilege. It’s an honor I take extremely seriously.

And claim her,my bear insists.

No claiming. I slam the hatch down on him as I have a million times before.Stay. In. You may not come out now. Not ever with Paloma.

Claim. Her.

He is too soothed by her scent engulfing my head to put any teeth behind his demand.

I ignore him, thinking instead of all the wonderful dirty things I’m going to do to Paloma.