Page 10 of Fierce Claim
I’ve got other things to worry about, not how I can best make my new Alpha moan my name as loudly as possible.
“I’ve been through worse. Last night was ‘eventful’ but otherwise not too bad.” She leans closer, her eyes heating up. “Though, I would have preferred a different type of ‘event’, one a lot less deadly.”
I grin. “One that’s more ‘productive’ than ‘destructive’?” I sit up, enjoying the way her eyes shoot to my tits as my night dress accidentally gets pulled down and one of them slips out.
Whoops. Not what I had planned to do, but with the way her pheromones fill with lust and how she licks her lips, I’m not complaining. My head is starting to go fuzzy, my pheromones slipping out more and more, the flush on my skin deepening.
I could definitely wake up like this every morning, being touched by such an attractive woman, who’s clearly interested in me too.
“Yes.” Her voice is hoarse as she reaches out, flicking at my exposed nipple, making me gasp out. “I’d rather have a ‘productive’ night.” She slides her finger around my nipple and then tugs on it. “Fuck, you’ve got great tits.” Electricity shoots through me, lust pooling between my legs.
Emboldened by her actions and words, I reach out, tugging on one of her nipples through the shirt, pulling a soft moan from her. “Right back at you. That dress you wore last night should have been illegal. I had a hard time looking anywhere else all night.”
She wraps an arm around me and pulls me on top of her as she lets herself fall back into the pillows, our bodies pressed together, her nipples hard against mine. “I know. I could smell you all evening, just like I can now.” She slides a hand up my leg, resting it on my bare thigh. “It was pretty hard to focus with you next to me.”
“Sorry for being so distracting.” I lean closer to her. I want to kiss her. I want to kiss her so much.
She eyes my lips, licking hers and then she slides one of her hands into the back of my hair, crushing our lips together.
Fuck. She feels so good.
Her lips are soft and warm and she keeps teasing me with the way she slides her tongue along mine.
I start perfuming, not able to control my pheromones, as she deepens the kiss, the hand on my thigh moving to my ass as she slips her leg between mine, letting me rub up against her.
So good. So, so good!
I’m aware that there are other things we need to do, but I don’t want to leave her side. I want to stay right here, in my Alpha’s arms.
Just for a few more hours. The world can wait for a few more hours, right?
5
Jorge
Mathew’s hand slowly slides over the front of his suit pants, rubbing up and down before he circles his thumb over the head of his dick, which is sticking out over the waist. I can’t keep my eyes off the movements, my cock straining in my jeans, and from Caleb’s pheromones, he’s also noticed it.
“Mathew?” I raise my voice and his eyes shoot to me, like he only now realises we’re here. “While I love your dick as much as you do, I think we should probably finish breakfast before we move onto other things? That way, we don’t get crumbs in uncomfortable places.” I keep my voice light, but the vacant look in his eyes while he was rubbing himself is worrying me.
He stares down, his cheeks pinking, and quickly puts himself away. “Oh. Sorry. I… Sorry.”
What?!
I expected him to make a joke about spunk being a great source of protein or offering to put some of his ‘cream’ in my coffee. I didn’t expect an apology. I didn’t expect him to look so… lost.
“Are you okay?” I sit up straighter, his actions making me worry even more. He’s not one to get lost in thought like that, or apologise for it. That he does means something is seriously wrong.
Mathew shoots me a glare as he stands up. “Do I look like I’m okay?”
He stalks over to the windows, putting his head against the glass as he stares out over the garden, worrying his lower lip between his teeth. “I’m not pregnant. I’m going into heat again.”
Oh, no.
My heart falters and I get up, walking over to him. “Are you sure?” I reach out, putting my hand on his slumped shoulder, wanting to comfort him but also not knowing how to. Fuck.
We always knew there was a strong chance that he wouldn’t get pregnant the first time, or even at all, but this still hurts. Knowing not to expect something and actually not expecting it are two very different things. Hope is a powerful feeling that’s hard to control.
“I don’t think that’s the case.” Caleb’s voice is low, careful.
