Page 75 of His to Claim
She wiggled in my hold, beating her fists against me as the kiss continued. Everything about the moment was cathartic, every cell in my body electrified. I knew she felt the same, her entire body shaking from the current flowing between us.
I pulled her onto her toes, sliding my hand down her back and cupping her bottom. The feel of her in my arms was exactly what I needed, what I’d craved since the moment I’d walked out her door. I couldn’t get enough, my cock aching to the point I was in extreme anguish, my balls tight as drums.
Moaning, she pressed the palms of her hands against my chest, digging her nails in as her anger shifted to need. The moment she ground her hips against mine, I wanted nothing more than to drag her over the counter, fucking her like some wild animal. I could read her thoughts, her need to find a sense of home. And I wanted nothing more than to give it to her.
I finally broke the kiss, cupping her jaw as I took several deep breaths. “You are required to obey me. Do you understand?”
“Stone. I don’t know what’s happening here.”
“You will. You will begin to understand many things, sweet Vanessa, but you must first learn there are rules that must be followed.”
“And if I don’t?” she mused, her eyes darting back and forth.
I shifted until I was able to grab one of the kitchen chairs, yanking it into the open. “Then you will be punished.”
“I can’t. I won’t.”
“You will. Lower your jeans.”
Her mouth twisted once again, her eyes full of the same fire of rebellion I’d seen so many times. “That’s not fair.”
“Keeping you safe as well as alive is very fair. Lower your jeans or I’ll be forced to do it for you and trust me, you won’t like that.” I released my hold, taking a single step backwards.
She sputtered, her face flushing from anger as well as embarrassment. There was also a desire that couldn’t be denied and we both knew it. She belonged to me. She would forever be mine.
Not the beast.
Not the wretched monster who hungered to claim her.
She was mine. All mine.
“Vanessa…” I allowed her name to roll off my tongue, the deep and husky sound creating goosebumps along her face and neck.
She closed her eyes, taking another step back. “You’re such a bastard.” As she fumbled with the button on her jeans, her entire body trembled. Very slowly she lowered her jeans and panties, biting on her lower lip as she folded her arms across her chest.
I sat down hard, pulling her by the arm and placing her over my lap. “Everything you do has consequences, Vanessa. Everything.”
“So you’ve told me.”
I yanked on her shirt, jerking it up to the middle of her back as she slapped her hands against the floor, undulating back and forth across my cock. She had no way of knowing what she did to me, the hunger that would never be sated. I slid my fingers down the crack of her ass, relishing the way the touch of her skin made me feel. As I caressed her bottom, moving from one side to the other, she moaned.
“One day you will understand why my protection is vital.” I allowed the words to sink in before smacking my hand down on her rounded globe, tingling from the single touch. When I brought it down several more times, my heart raced from a combination of fear and longing.
She threw back her hand, jerking up and tossing her head. “That hurts.”
“As it should.” I snagged her wrist, holding it against her back as I continued the spanking, moving my hand rapidly from one side to the other. The friction from her moves was driving me insane, but the need to keep her in line, to help her learn was a requirement. More so now than ever.
The damn wolf had his sights set on her and I would take pleasure in gutting him. As I brought my hand down over and over again, her cries of anguish turned into moans of sheer pleasure. Yet my thoughts remained rattled, the understanding that the LaRue wolf held some kind of connection with her damning. What hadn’t the elders told us? What secrets were they hiding for fear their own pack could possibly turn against them?
And did Max have any idea what we were all facing?
The questions were daunting, keeping my anger and my wolf on edge. I rubbed my fingers up and down the crack of her ass, the sight of her swollen pink pussy making my mouth water. I slid the tip of my pinky past her swollen folds, savoring the way her juice slickened my finger. I was shaking from desire, doing everything I could to control my reaction to her.
She was such a powerful aphrodisiac, cutting through to my very core. “There are dangers outside of this city, ones that will find you. Hunt for you. Try and take you.”
“Why? Why am I important?” Her question was asked in earnest and one that I couldn’t provide the answer for.
“We will learn,” I said gruffly, peppering her heated bottom with smacks, each one harder than the one before. She had to learn to listen, to heed my commands in order to keep her safe.