Page 29 of Alpha's Claim
But she won’t escape me. I’m a bear. People think we’re slow and lumbering, but we pack so much power behind every movement that we can travel great distances in a flash. In one step, I arrive at the side of the bed and catch her as she rolls off.
She gasps in my arms, staring up at me with those big brown eyes.
I have to fight the twitching of my lips as I pretend to frown at her. “Now you earned another spanking, princess.”
I toss her back on the bed and roll her to her belly, the pillow perfectly placed under her hips to lift her ass for me.
I give it a few slaps, and she shrieks. I stop and rub away the sting. “Was that what you were looking for, highness?” I squeeze her ass, kneading the soft pillows of her cheeks before delivering three more slaps. “Did you need to feel my hand across your arse?”
“No,” she warbles.
“Liar.” I roll her over and slide my thumb along her slit, making sure she’s still slick and ready for me. My dick aches. I want to bury myself in her perfect pussy.
But this is her first time, and I have to go slow.
“Now I’m going to claim you,” I say. We both know I’m playacting. But, damn, if those words don’t sound just right.
She shudders at my touch.
I rip open the condom wrapper and roll it on. “I’m going to make it good for you, princess. Just let yourself go and let me take control.”
Paloma
Darius looms over me, his powerful muscles flexing as he braces one hand on the bed.
He’s touching me, and I never would’ve thought his blunt fingers could be so gentle. He parts my folds like he’s thumbing open the petals of a flower. He’s made me come twice, so I know what he’s doing.
I lift my bound wrists, and he catches the tie, pinning it to the bed. His quick movement and casual domination combined with the feeling of being restrained makes heat burst between my legs.
“Oh, you like that,” he murmurs. He’s teasing my entrance with a slow, circling finger.
“How do you know?”
“You just got wetter.” He dips a finger inside me, and adds a second, watching my face. There’s an uncomfortable twinge followed by another surge of heat as my body adjusts to the intrusion.
Then he hooks a finger around and rubs my inner wall. My face flushes, and my lips part. My hips rise off the bed as he strokes me in a come-hither motion.
“That’s it, princess.” He releases my wrist to add another finger. I feel myself squeezing around him. Something’s building deep inside me. I have the feeling I’m headed to the tipping point, but I need more stimulation to get there.
“More,” I tell him. “I need more.”
“Like this?” He adds another finger, and I want to rock forward, pushing them deeper in me.
“It’s not enough.”
He pulls out his fingers, and I hum mydisapproval. He shows me the glistening digits, then wraps them around his sheathed cock. “Then you’re ready for me.”
He moves closer, covering me with his body. The wall of muscle fills my vision. I stare at his elegant collarbone, and down to the thick root of his cock. It’s huge, long, and thick, nestled in crisp golden hairs. He fists it and rubs the head against me. It’s hot and wet, and I know it will be so satisfying.
“Come on,” I jerk upwards, and he catches my wrists again.
“Slowly, little dove.” My pulse hammers in his hold.
The wide head of his cock pushes against my tight hole, and I suck in a breath at the stretch. I’m not fighting to get more of him inside me, not yet.
Then he does something I don’t expect. He dips his head and catches the nape of my neck between his teeth. He kisses the skin there, his rough beard tickling me. I shiver, and he licks over my pulse. That, combined with his thick member penetrating me, is enough to make the volcano inside me start to blow.
“Oh God,” I pant. My chest heaves, my nipples get tight and itchy. I arch upwards and rub my breasts against his chest. His coarse hair scratches my tender nipples, and the stimulation adds to the building tension inside me. My whole body starts vibrating, shuddering out of control.