Page 19 of An Unending Claim
Her soft, midnight hair floated around her, a little wild and messy from sleeping. Her green eyes were a little sleepy, but she looked rested, and from the way she put her weight on her injured foot, it appeared to be fully healed.
“Hey, baby,” I said, holding out my hand without really thinking about it.
“Hi.” Peyton smiled softly and walked over to take my proffered hand. I pulled her into my lap and she went easily, without argument, settling against my chest.
“Hello, Peyton, my dear,” my mother gushed happily, leaning in to give her a hug.
“Beth,” Peyton greeted in return. “It’s so nice to see both of you. I hope I haven’t slept through your whole visit?”
“We really came to make sure you are okay,” my dad chimed in. “Since you’re looking healed and my son is staring at you like he’s starving and you’re his next meal, I think that would be our cue to leave.”
Peyton protested, but my father just bussed her cheek with a kiss, grabbed my mother, and dragged her away.
I owed him a case of his favorite beer.
“They didn’t have to leave just because you can’t contain your lust,” she grumbled as I lifted her and turned her so she straddled me.
“Are you trying to pretend he didn’t smell your arousal as well?” I asked as I pushed the hem of her dress up, gliding my hands over her silky legs until the fabric bunched at her waist. I cupped her naked ass cheeks which were exposed by her thong, yanking her forward and thrusting the bulge in my shorts into her center.
“No,” she answered breathlessly as she locked her hands behind my head. “Just that yours might have been overpowering… or”—I rocked into her again—“um… whatever…”
My hands were kneading her sexy ass and I’d used my teeth to drag down the scooped neck of her dress, freeing one of her full breasts.
“It’s just that—oh!”
I elongated my fangs and ripped the cup of her bra so the globe spilled free, then I took the beaded peak in my mouth.
“Nathan,” she moaned as she arched her back, offering me more. Her hips undulated, the friction between her legs causing her to shudder with pleasure.
My birthmark inexplicably started tingling again, but I was too carried away by my hunger for Peyton to think anymore about it.
“I should make you beg for downplaying your need,” I grunted and my wolf rumbled, agreeing with his interpretation of my tone and emotions. “But I’m in the mood for a quick, hard fuck.”
“Oh, yes,” she agreed before inhaling sharply when I gently spread her butt cheeks and used a pinky to rim her rear entrance. Her pulse beat faster and her breathing became shallow and choppy.Interesting.
“I’ll make you beg later,” I promised before I captured her lips in a deep kiss while I pulled my thickness from my shorts.
She broke our kiss and glared at me. “I don’t beg—”
I cut her off by taking her mouth once again, shoving her panties aside. With one quick, hard thrust I was buried balls deep inside my sexy-as-fuck mate.
Yanking my mouth away, I demanded gruffly, “Ride me, baby.”
Peyton yanked out my bun and threaded her hands into my hair, gripping it so tight it sent shards of pain over my scalp. My cock flexed and desire flowed through me as I pulsed with power. My wolf rumbled in my chest, pushing Alpha vibes from us in waves, demanding Peyton’s submission. And we’d have it as soon as I took the edge off.
Her hips rose but she froze when something rustled in the woods and her head whipped in the direction of the sound.
I grabbed her face and forced it back so she was staring into my eyes. “Now,” I growled.
Her emerald eyes flashed with defiance, but when I moved my hands to her waist and slammed her down on my shaft, she cried out before doing exactly as she’d been told.
CHAPTEREIGHT
NATHAN
“Nathan.”
Hearing Tanner’s voice, I turned in my chair. I’d been staring out the window of my office at KBO, reliving my activities with Peyton a couple of days ago. It had been unbelievably hot.