Page 28 of Alpha's Claim

I cup her breast and squeeze. I lower my mouth to one of her nipples and roll my tongue over it, then suck hard. I let my teeth scrape the skin as I release and move to the other one.

Claim her.

My bear clamors for my attention, but I have none tospare for his demands. It’s Paloma’s beautiful body that occupies all of my focus.

I travel south, pushing her knees up and spreading them wide, so I can lick into her soft sex. She’s still dripping wet from her spanking and the taste of her honey nearly makes me shift into bear form right there.

No. I’m even more savage in keeping him down. I blink hard to change my eyes back to normal.

Not. Normal, my bear snarls.

I slam the door on his cage as I learned to do when I first moved to Manhattan. I suppress him, cram him into a tight little box way down below my belly where he can’t get out.

I need to be able to focus on Paloma. She has a fantasy she wants fulfilled, and I intend to make it perfect for her.

I slide my tongue between her labia, tracing around her inner lips and swirling over her clit. It’s work, but I manage to get my thumb inside her this time while I suck her clit.

She pants and struggles to accommodate me. I don’t feel any resistance, though. No cherry to pop. She’s just tight.

“You gonna take my big Viking cock, little dove?” Gone is the Wall Street hedge fund manager. He’s been replaced by the rough, wild bear man from New Mexico. But I’m supposed to be a Viking, not a bear.

Never a bear. I can’t regress to those days when my bear had more control than I did.

“No.” Paloma shakes her head, and for a moment, I think she means it, but then I realize she’s still playing the game where I hold her down and make her take it. Where I force her to do something the innocent maiden would never do of her own volition.

I can tell because she overacts. She shakes her head violently and pushes back at me with her bound wrists at the same time her knees try to drive me forward.

“Your safe word isBad bear,” I tell her before I have a chance to censor my words. I never give out any personal details about myself. Especially not the name of the mountain where I come from or the animal that is my true nature.

But Paloma’s different.

Mate,my bear insists.

She gives me a quick nod, confirming my belief that it wasn’t a real no.

I push her knees wider to kneel between them and grab a pillow to shove under her hips.

“This is so I can take you deep and hard,” I warn her.

“I’ll never submit!” she cries, like the captured princess she pretends to be.

I arch a stern brow. “Oh, you’ll submit, my lovely stolen bride. You’ll submit every night until I fill your womb with my giant Viking baby.”

Paloma laughs breathily. The weight of her tits makes them fall open to the sides. I want to worship her body for the rest of my life.

I lightly slap the side of one of her breasts—not enough to hurt, just enough to surprise her. Her eyes fly to my face and stay glued there, as if she’s watching me to see what I will do next.

I review my words, and realize I don’t actually want to put a big Viking baby inside her. Or rather I do, but she might not want that.

I point a finger at her. “Do not move, princess.” I climb off the bed to grab a condom from my wallet.

She makes a break for it, rolling off the bed on the opposite side.

I flash a wicked smile as I step to the foot of the bed to block her exit. “You’re cornered, princess.”

She throws herself on the bed and log rolls across it. I have to hand it to her, she’s clever, brave, and agile.

It’s hard to imagine how Thompson could’ve kept her prisoner all these years. I find it odd that a woman as bright, stubborn, and bold as she is wouldn’t have found a way out of his clutches before now.