Page 45 of Alpha's Claim
He’s talking to the bear.
“I’m sorry, Paloma. I shouldn’t be here with you. Not like this.”
“Youshould.” I’m firm. I know from working with horses that if I follow his lead with fear, his animal will react. I have to maintain the energy of trust. Show him I’m unafraid. That we’re friends.
“It’s just that I’m not myself here. The mountain brings out my bear. And my brothers bring him out. Andyou. Especially you, princess. The moment I saw you back at Lockepoint, my bear went nuts. He’s crazy over you.”
“I love your bear,” I assure him.
I don’t know why I say it–I barely met his bear, but I can tell there’s some kind of terrible struggle within Darius right now. I want him to feel safe being his true self with me.
Whatever that may be.
“I don’t want him to hurt you.”
I don’t know how dangerous his bear is, but I do know his twin, who had an equally ferocious-looking bear, ducked his head when I hit him with a stick andthen ran off when I told him to go. And I know his twin also assured me that Darius wouldn’t harm me.
It seemed that Darius’ bear only came out because Teddy goaded him into a rage, and that rage was about his insult to me.
“You won’t hurt me.” I run my hands over his bare shoulders, my palms loving the sculpted landscape of his bunched muscles. His hard cock finds the notch between my legs, and he groans, dropping his forehead to mine as he slides it over my slickness.
“Paloma…” He sounds broken. “I can’t. I’m afraid I will mark you.”
“Mark me? What does that mean?”
“A bear…” He groans as if he’s in pain. As if being so near me is a torture.
I roll my hips beneath him, getting more contact with his shaft.
“Oh fuck,” he groans.
“What does it mean?” I prompt again.
“Right. It’s… a bear marks his mate with his scent.” He scraps his teeth along the side of my neck. “Then other shifters know she’s been claimed. My bear wants to claim you with his teeth.”
His words give me pause, and I might have pulled back or slowed down, but at that same moment, the head of Darius’ cock finds my entrance. I moan as my soaked sex parts for him, as if my body knows and understands I am his to claim.
I tip my pelvis and push back against the steady pressure of the head of his cock. I take in the tip. It feels delicious.
He groans in return. “I can’t–” But his body doesn’t obey his will. He penetrates me with one snap of his hips.
I cry out at the pain-pleasure. At being pried open by his thickness. Filled by his length.
“I’m sorry. Sorry, Paloma. I didn’t mean to.”
I know he’s not wearing a condom, but I don’t care. I’m taking charge of my own breeding, now, too.
Fuck Thom Thompson and all his sick plans for me.
“Imeant to.” I hold his gaze.
It turns steadier as he rocks into me.
“No biting,” I say firmly, since that sounded dangerous. “But I want your Viking bear cock.”
More of Darius returns, expression clearing from anguish and delirium to the sexy man who seduced me in my bedroom. His lips turn up at the edges.
He rides me, his beautiful body rocking over mine. “You want this, princess? You want this big cock?”