Page 95 of An Unending Claim
Then Peyton had the brilliant idea of suggesting we move on to the next stage right after. I told her she was brilliant.
I’d figured I’d be up at the crack of dawn, as usual, and would be unable to resist starting right that moment, so I’d been stunned when I slept in. And even more shocked when I’d woken up with my dick in Peyton’s mouth. She’d sucked me until I blew in her mouth and had one of the hardest orgasms I’d ever experienced. Then she’d crawled up and collapsed on my chest, kissing me softly and whispering that she loved me.
It was hot as fuck when Peyton submitted to my dominance, but this was something completely different and every bit as satisfying. She was freely giving herself to me, and it was just as powerful an aphrodisiac.
“I can’t wait anymore,” I groaned as I crawled up the bed and covered her from head to toe. “I love how small you are. Delicate.”
Peyton snorted. “Delicate. Sure. And I only seem small because you are a giant. Now, do you want to make me yours or not?”
Her exasperation was amusing and I was tempted to tease her a little more, but she was right. I was dying to make her mine completely. Forever.
I took her mouth in a deep, claiming kiss, and our souls wound themselves together even tighter. They knew we were meant to be together. Just like our animals. My wolf was eager to complete our bond with our mate and his sense of urgency was part of why I had very little control.
“I want you, Nate,” Peyton rasped against my lips. “To be one with you.”
I had no words so I kissed her again and positioned myself so I could thrust into her body, going deep and fully sheathing myself.
“Nathan!” Peyton cried out, her head dropping back and her hair falling with it.
It exposed her elegant neck and shoulder, drawing my eyes to the scar that marked her as mine. My hips pumped in and out, the sight of the bite fueling my hunger. Her legs wrapped around my waist and she bucked each time I drove in, slapping our skin together and drawing sounds of passion from our lips.
“Oh, fuck, Nate. I’m almost there! Yes! Yes!”
I slammed in and rubbed my thumb over her clit, causing her to fly off the edge and scream my name so loud it made my ears ring. Then her head whipped up and her eyes flashed between green and gold a few times before her claws bit into my shoulders where she was gripping them and her fangs elongated. A second later, I felt a sharp pain that shot to my cock and made me even harder before the bite burst with ecstasy and it spread through me like wildfire until I couldn’t contain it and exploded with a roar.
When some of the rapture receded, and Peyton released her teeth from my flesh, I still felt on edge and my shaft was still swollen and rock hard. My hips hadn’t stopped moving and Peyton was inching toward another orgasm.
I pulled out, ignoring her whimper of protest as I flipped her over and brought her up onto all fours. Then I slammed home again, turning her whine into a shout of bliss.
“Nathan,” she panted. “Holy shit. I can’t do that again. Oh, fuck!”
“You will,” I growled. “It’s my turn, baby.”
I used a gentle hand on her back to push her torso down a little, being mindful of her stomach, and raised her ass up higher. I caressed the globes and parted them, staring at her puckered hole. I was eager to take her there. To fuck like our animals, lose ourselves in our basest urges, and connect on a different level. But now wasn’t the right time.
However, I would give her a taste of what was to come. I ringed her asshole with my thumb before experimentally dipping just the tip in. Peyton’s muscles clenched around my thumb and my cock.
“Fuck!” I shouted as sensation flooded me, making me a little dizzy. “That’s amazing, baby. Squeeze me. Fuck, yes, Peyton!”
My eye teeth slid out of my gums and I glided both of my hands around her ribcage and up to cup her breasts. The sharp points of my claws bit into her skin, but didn’t break it, and she cried out as the pleasure and pain mixed into a potent combination that ripped a scream from her chest.
I slammed in and out two more times, then I gave in to the urge riding me and struck, sinking my fangs into her flesh. The moment I marked her outside, the bond strengthened, leaving one inside, as well. Peyton’s whole body slammed back against me in a violent shudder and I wrapped her in my arms as if to keep her from floating away.
My shaft filled her with my seed and when it was finally empty, I removed my teeth and licked the wound to speed up the healing. I collapsed on the bed, rolling to my back and keeping Peyton on top of me, my dick still buried deep in her pussy.
There was a large empty space in my mind, but then I opened it to Peyton and she filled it. With each stage, our mental connection not only strengthened, it became clearer, allowing us to communicate in more than just emotion. Eventually, we would have full access to each other and would be able to speak through the bond.
“Damn,” Peyton panted, drawing my eyes to her breasts, which were bouncing with every choppy breath. “I’m worried the next stage will kill us.”
“Maybe,” I teased, though it came out gruff because my body was tightening once again. I hadn’t even pulled out and I was already feeling the fire spread through my veins. “But I can’t think of a better way to go.”
Peyton chuckled, then gasped when I used my hands to pull her thighs open and thrust up. “Oooooh,” she moaned.
I brought her legs outside of mine and bent my knees, bringing them up, which widened her legs even more. Before gliding my hands up, I swirled my finger around her clit, and my cock jerked as her inner walls gripped me like a fucking vice.
After playing with her nipples until she was writhing on top of me, begging to come, I gently pushed on her shoulders and helped her sit up. The change in angle had us both sucking in a fast, intense breath.
“Fuck,” I grunted as I bucked up a couple of times.