Page 30 of Alpha's Claim
He slides forward, my silky fluids easing his way. It hurts so good. My legs tremble, and I lock them around his powerful hips, urging him forward.
He braces himself over me, every muscle standing out in stark relief. His jaw is rigid, like he’s gritting his teeth and forcing himself to conquer me slowly. A red flush creeps over the crests of his cheeks. Under his surly blond brows,his eyes flash amber. He’s the most breathtakingly beautiful man I’ve ever seen.
I glance down. His cock is only halfway inside me. I dig my heels into the dents above his firm buttocks. He slides his hands under my ass, palming the punished skin. He’s careful, but the rough calluses on his fingers catch a sore spot. The pain pushes me over the edge.
My orgasm explodes out of me. I come, shaking, and my inner muscles ripple along his shaft. My body clamps down tight, like it wants his cock to become a part of me.
He growls, and the sound rumbles through me, triggering aftershocks. I gasp, trying to catch my breath, when he slides all the way in. I surge to new heights, my climax going on and on.
He dips his head and kisses me. His firm lips move over mine, conquering, dominating. I moan, and he sweeps his tongue into my mouth, thrusting in time with his cock. The rhythm makes delicious tension coil in my belly once more.
“You feel so good, princess,” he murmurs against my mouth. I sigh, and he nips at my lips. “You were made to take my cock.”
Oh, my God. Am I coming again? I don’t think I’ve stopped.
He’s buried deep, pumping into me slowly. I move with him, letting my body stretch, so he can settle flush against my thighs. I never knew I could let someone in like this. I never knew it would feel so amazing.
The hair on his chest chafes my soft skin. I buck against him, needing more stimulation.
“Easy, little dove. I’ll give you anything you need.”
He pushes up to an elbow and sets his large hand against my neck. He squeezes lightly, in time to the surge ofhis hips. It should feel like a threat. Instead, it feels good, like instead of collaring me, he’s set me free.
My pussy clenches, squeezing his dick, and he groans. His head falls back, his hair falling around his face. It’s somehow shoulder length now. He looks like a Viking warrior.
“I’m close,” he grits out. I dig my nails into his back, wanting to mark him. His eyes flash with a bright, inhuman light. “Come with me.” He grips my throat harder, punctuating the order. At the same time, he slams into me, sending me soaring. The slap of his body against mine stimulates my clit. Stars burst behind my eyes.
He growls as he comes. His dick pulses deep within me, filling the condom with his cum.
“Paloma,” he groans, and I shut my eyes, overwhelmed by the reverence in his voice.
He pulls out of me, rising above me in all his tanned and sexy glory. My legs fall open, showing him my freshly fucked pussy. His huge sheathed cock is still hard, shining with my juices, and damn if I don’t want him to grip my hair and guide it into my mouth. Forcing me to taste our combined essence.
“Now you belong to me,” he rumbles. “Say it.”
“I belong to you.” I know it’s part of the fantasy, that it’s not real, but I feel a connection sizzle between us as I say the words.
The Viking plundered me. And I want more.
Chapter Seven
Paloma
Darius tugs the tie binding my wrists, releasing them. He rubs the red bands his bowtie left on my skin and kisses my fingers. He leaves for a moment and returns without the condom, carrying a glass of cold water that he offers to me.
I drink thirstily as he strokes his large palm over my body. He left marks all over me. My chest is chafed pink, and there’s some faint redness lingering on my ass from my punishment. He fusses over them, and the sight of my Viking giant frowning at a faint bruise on my hip is enough to make me swoon.
He puts a hand on my belly, cupping my curves. I should feel self-conscious about my belly, but I don’t. Darius makes me feel like my body is perfect, exactly as it is. “You okay?”
“Better than okay. That was…amazing.” There aren’t words in any language to describe how good it felt. “Thank you.”
“It was my honor.” He looks so serious.
I lean forward and kiss his chin. He cups my head in his large hands, looking deeply into my eyes. I stare back, studying the gold-flecked gray of his pupils. They were shining so brightly during sex, but it must have been a trick of the light. And was his beard always this bushy?
My stomach growls loudly, breaking the moment.
Darius chuckles and kisses my forehead. His scratchy beard tickles me.