Page 38 of Claim Her

The sounds she makes go straight to my cock, making it twitch. This right here is my everything. My whole life. She runs her nails along my scalp and arches her back, pushing her tits against my chest.

Fuck. I need her. I badly need her.

My hands go behind her thighs to carry her, but she squeezes my arm. “No, Alec. You still have your wound. Let’s just walk to the bed, okay?”

It’s humbling the way she leads me to bed, and I realize we can’t have sex the usual way—wild and hungry. Despite the way I try to brush it off, the wound does still hurt, and the last thing I want is for it to open and bleed while I’m balls-deep inside her.

After a few minutes of figuring out which position hurts the least, we ultimately settle on having her on top while I’m lying on my back. Honestly? No complaints. I can see Zara in all her naked perfection.

When she lifts the dress over her head and tosses it to the floor, my heart stops.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, Zara.”

Her long black hair cascades down her back, and her long lashes flutter. Goddamn, how did I get this lucky with her? How did I end up with this woman?

My thoughts freeze the moment Zara wraps a hand around my cock and slowly sinks onto me.

“Alec…”

My fingers dig into her thighs as she begins riding me, rotating her hips and grinding on my cock. I can’t sit up to lick her tits, so I just do the next best thing—one hand kneading her tit and pinching her nipple, the other wrapping around her neck.

The vision of her bobbing up and down my lap, her hands running along her skin, will be stored in my memory forever.

“Fuck. Oh, fuck. Alec!”

Zara goes rigid and her legs shake, her teeth sinking down her bottom lip. I lift my hips to bury myself deeper, only needing three thrusts before I spurt my come inside her.

As she collapses beside me, eyes still glassy and face glowing, she plants small kisses along the right side of my face, trailing her lips along my scar. “I love you, Alec. I love all of you.”

I turn to kiss her lips softly and smile. “And I love you, Zara. Every inch of you.”

EPILOGUE

ZARA

Alec and I finally, FINALLY, moved into an apartment building where the elevator worked. It was actually a whole lot fancier than what I was used to, but it had a swimming pool and gym. Not that I’d ever use the latter unless I was being blackmailed. But the pool was a nice touch.

And the best part was we didn’t have to shell out any money to furnish it. His brothers gave us gift cards, and I went crazy with the furniture. I would’ve felt guilty if not for the fact that I chose all the bespoke ones and still had enough money to decorate a second apartment.

Huh. So they are that loaded.

Jasper even had a special request—that I buy all the state-of-the-art kitchen appliances. That was his way of asking me to bake regularly. In fact, each time he saw me at their office, the first thing he would do was take a peek in my bag to see if I brought anything for him.

And despite Alec’s half-hearted protests, I continued to work at the hospital. Of course, he drove me to and fro for every shift, glaring at anyone who dared to smile too sweetly at me.

God, how cute.

Meanwhile, he and his brothers are still searching for Jackson.

After the Seine House rescue operation, which was successful as they rescued more than 200 teens, they found several papers linking to him. I didn’t know what kind of voodoo tricks they did to locate him, but I knew they were closer. The increasing death threats proved they were on the right track.

Because of the stabbing incident, Alec insisted on having someone look after me. I agreed but only on the condition that they didn’t look obvious. The solution? Jameson sent me one lady bodyguard and the other who looked like your forgettable neighbor, like that Edward Norton actor.

I spot them outside the ER and only when Alec’s not around. They probably have the most boring work because all they do is wait for me to finish and follow me home, making sure I get inside safely.

I don’t mind, to be honest. Jackson scares me. Even after all these years, I find that terrified child lurking inside me whenever someone mentions his name.

He will get what he deserves. And it can’t come soon enough.