The Cowboy’s Claim (Men of Copper Mountain #7)

Chapter 11

Chapter Eleven

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The world around us is silent, save for the sound of King’s boots as he carries me into his cabin. His arms are strong and sure, holding me as if I weigh nothing at all, though my heart feels like it’s about to burst out of my chest. The cold bites at my cheeks, but it’s nothing compared to the heat radiating off him.

“You don’t have to carry me, you know,” I mutter, though the words feel flimsy against the weight of the moment. My voice is too breathy, too unsure, and I hate how easily he makes me unravel.

His eyes flick down to meet mine, dark and intense. “You think I’m letting you walk into this cabin after the way I’ve been missing you?”

My breath hitches. Damn him for saying things like that, for being so blunt and unapologetic. It should make me angry, but all it does is stoke the fire burning low in my belly.

“I can walk just fine,” I insist, squirming a little in his arms.

“Stop it, Indie,” he growls, his voice low and commanding. “You’re not going anywhere except where I want you. Understand?”

I bite my lip, the spark in his tone igniting something reckless in me. “And where exactly do you want me, cowboy?”

His lips twitch, not quite a smile but something dangerous and full of intent. “You’ll see soon enough.”

The cabin door creaks open under his boot, the warmth of the embers in the fire inside wrapping around us as he steps in. The smell of woodsmoke and pine fills my senses, grounding me, even as King’s presence threatens to undo me completely. He kicks the door shut behind him and doesn’t stop until we’re at the stairway leading up to the loft.

“King—”

“Not another word,” he says, his voice softer now but no less firm. “You’ve done enough running. Tonight, you stay right here.”

He shifts me in his arms, as he starts to climb. I should protest, should tell him he’s being ridiculous, but the truth is, I don’t want him to stop. Not now. Not ever.

The loft is simple, just a big bed under the skylights and a few shelves built into the walls. But it feels like something out of a dream, the stars above us glittering like they’re close enough to touch. King sets me down gently on the edge of the bed, his hands lingering at my waist as if he’s reluctant to let go.

I look up at him, my heart hammering in my chest. “What now?”

“Now,” he says, his fingers brushing a strand of hair from my face, “I show you exactly what it means to be mine.”

The air between us thickens, heavy with the weight of everything unspoken. I should say something, push back like I always do, but the words get caught in my throat as his hands trail up my sides, slow and deliberate. He’s watching me like a hawk, like he’s cataloging every reaction, every breathless hitch and tremble.

“You’ve been driving me insane,” he murmurs, his lips brushing against my temple. “Every damn minute without you feels like a year.” His hands cup my face, forcing me to look at him. “I’ll never stop wanting you, Indie.” His thumb brushes my cheek, wiping away a tear I didn’t realize had fallen. “I won’t let you walk away from this mountain,” he says, his voice low and rough. “Not unless I’m coming with you.”

Before I can respond, his mouth is on mine, hot and demanding. It’s not the kind of kiss that leaves room for doubt or hesitation. It’s a claiming, pure and simple, and I find myself melting into him, my fingers tangling in his hair as I pull him closer.

His weight presses me back against the bed, his hands sliding under my sweater to find bare skin. I gasp against his lips, the calloused roughness of his palms igniting every nerve ending in my body.

“Too many clothes,” he mutters, his voice a growl as he tugs at my sweater. I laugh breathlessly, helping him pull it over my head before reaching for his shirt. He catches my hands, pinning them above my head as he looks down at me, his expression fierce and hungry.

“Slow down,” he says, his voice a command. “I’m not rushing this. Not tonight.”

My pulse quickens, the tension in his gaze making it impossible to look away. “And what exactly do you have in mind?”

His lips curve into a wicked grin. “You’ll see.”

He releases my hands, his mouth trailing down my neck as his fingers work the clasp of my bra. When it falls away, he leans back, his gaze raking over me like I’m something to be worshipped.

“Perfect,” he mutters, his hands skimming down my sides before settling on my hips. “Every damn inch of you.”

I feel heat flood my cheeks, but the way he’s looking at me makes it impossible to feel self-conscious. Instead, I reach for him, my fingers trailing down his chest as I push his shirt up and over his head. My breath catches at the sight of him, all hard muscle and rough edges, like he was carved out of the mountain itself.

“Your turn,” I say, my voice trembling but firm. “You’re wearing too much.”

He chuckles, low and dangerous, but obliges, shedding his jeans and boots with a practiced ease that leaves me breathless. When he’s standing there, bare and unashamed, the full force of his presence hits me like a freight train.

“See something you like?” he teases, his grin sharp and cocky.

I roll my eyes, but the heat in my cheeks gives me away. “Maybe.”

He doesn’t give me a chance to say more, lowering himself onto the bed and pulling me against him. The warmth of his skin against mine sends a shiver down my spine, and I can feel the tension in his body, the restraint he’s barely holding on to.

“Indie,” he murmurs, his lips brushing against my ear. “Tell me you’re mine.”

The words send a jolt of electricity through me, and I tighten my grip on his shoulders, my voice barely a whisper. “I’m yours, King. Always.”

His control snaps. His mouth crashes against mine, his hands roaming my body with a desperation that matches my own. There’s nothing gentle about it, nothing restrained. It’s raw and wild, a tangle of limbs and gasps and moans as we lose ourselves in each other.

“If you're brave enough to let me into your heart, I promise I'll never break or bruise it,” he says, his thumbs trailing down the line of my neck. I swallow, feeling all the hard edges of him pressed against my soft and eager ones. “I swear I'll tread lightly and love all of you, every day, Indie.” His words send shivers down my spine as he continues, “I didn't think I could love anyone until you came into my life, and then you showed up with those big round eyes and you were it for me.”

Tears start to form in my eyes before he wipes them away with his thumbs and then licks the salty tears off his lips.

“Even your tears are sweet,” he murmurs.

His lips find mine, urgent and hungry as they roam over my lips and skin until I feel like I might burst into flames. He hovers over me, kissing along my shoulder before settling on the hollow of my neck. “No one has been in this house, in my bed, not even in my life since...well, I can't even remember.”

His hand slides over my skin, igniting a fire along the path. I moan and arch into him as his palm envelopes my soft stomach, making me feel safe and loved and completely his. A surge of desire rushes through me. He claims me as his own and I revel in the thought.

"You brought life back into my dead soul, Indie," he confesses, tracing my lips with his thumb. "There's something about you that drew me to your sweetness, your loving nature. It was foreign to me but now it consumes me." His thumb then grazes my temple before our lips meet like magnets. A soft sigh escapes me. "You’re perfect and captivating," he whispers, bringing me to my knees with just the mere thought of him.

He traces his tongue along my lips, our breaths mingling as we explore each other's mouths. I can feel the fire building to an inferno between us. His hand slides between my legs, teasing my soaked pussy and moving between my ass cheeks. A growl of pleasure rumbles from his chest and sends spirals of need through my system.

“You sound like a growly grizzly bear protecting what’s his,” I husk.

He grunts, a grin sliding over his cheeks. “Damn, right. I plan to fuck you every day. Get ready to have your fill of my cock and all the orgasms, baby.”

His hard cock rubs against my wet center, making me ache for him. My heart races and my breath quickens as his lips trail down my neck. He cups my breast and sucks on my hardened nipple.

I moan in pleasure as he nips at me, and then with an urgency that I can feel in every touch, he spins me around and bends me over the bed. He kneads my ass before devouring me with his mouth.

His licks are slow and deliberate, driving me wild as he uses his tongue and fingers to bring me to the brink of ecstasy. My mind is clouded with pleasure as he adds a second finger, sending me over the edge. He continues teasing and sucking at my drenched folds. I can feel the heat rising to my cheeks as he presses his teeth against my clit, sending shivers down my spine. With slow and deliberate movements, he thrusts his fingers into my wetness.

"Oh, yes…King," I blurt out, feeling so exposed under his intense gaze.

But he only grins wider and growls in response, "Tell me who owns this sweet, soaking wet pussy."

He brings his lips to my ear, leaving a trail of fire down my neck as I gasp out, "You."

His eyes darken with desire and he orders again, "Say it again. Tell me who owns this sweet, juicy pussy."

"You own me," I moan, unable to resist his intoxicating touch. "You own my pussy, King."

A satisfied smile spreads across his face as he continues to lick and suck, making me weak with pleasure and desire. "That's right, my beautiful girl."

He nips and teases my entrance while his thumb circles my clit, sending waves of pleasure through me.

"King," I moan, my thighs trembling as I come in a burst of pulsing ecstasy.

"Tonight, baby girl, I need you. I've been dreaming about this warm pussy wrapped around my hard dick." He positions himself between my legs again, groaning as he enters me with his tongue and devours me over and over with his skilled mouth. His strong hands grip my hips, keeping me pressed to him.

"You're even more delicious the second time around."

My fingers tangle in his hair as I let out louder moans with each flick of his tongue. I could be with him forever and consider myself the luckiest woman alive.

"Let me taste your release. I want your scent all over my face."

I arch shamelessly as he inserts a finger into my tight back entrance. My moans quicken, one hand kneading his strong forearms while the other pulls on the cool sheets. He continues to play with my ass, driving me wild with desire.

“Come, gorgeous,” he moans softly. “Soak my beard, I need it.”

Sucking my clit into his mouth, he adds more pressure at my back entrance. My thighs tighten around his head as I come in a violent rush. He continues to lick and suck at me with an aroused fervor, soothing me with soft words until my breathing returns to normal.

“Watching you come is my new favorite hobby,” he says, locking his dark eyes with mine.

My gaze remains fixed between our bodies where they meet. It's erotic seeing his heavy cock hanging thick between his thighs, ready to take me. He runs a thumb down the line of my throat before pressing a kiss to my lips. “There will never be another woman for me—you're it. I didn't think I'd find someone worth sharing my life with. And then you came along, and now you're it for me.”

Cupping my waist with one hand and holding me still, he buries my pussy against his face again. Adding a third finger to the warmth deep inside me, he works me until another hot volcano of release erupts from my body, tightening my legs and shaking my knees. Stars burst in a thousand and one different directions as I fall over the cliff, all feeling, all his.

His hands own my body, slamming me against his, and I ride the ridge of his erection, relishing the gorgeous feel of his satiny cock against my hot core for the first time. A mix of heady lust and unrelenting need floods my system as desire burns brighter, burns deeper.

“Oh my God,” I hiss when the tip of his cock presses at my entrance.

He laughs against my sensitive folds, and another wave of pleasure shoots through me. “I need to make your sweet cunt nice and soaked for me, Sugar.” His teeth clamp on to my nipple, his filthy forbidden words sending my arousal to another level of need. He pulls on my nipple softly, dark eyes gazing up at me. “I’m a very selfish man when it comes to you.”

My hips work in tandem with his body, urging his cock into my body. “Oh. My. God. You’re amazing.”

“Sugar—” His fist tightens at my waist, his lips moving to my other nipple before one fingertip sinks into the rose of my ass.

I gasp as his enormous cock pushes past my entrance.

“You’re so sweet and tight. So wet and hot and perfect for me. I can’t control myself around you—you’re so beautiful and perfect, the way you look up at me with those big, round eyes.” He pounds into me, increasing his pace with each word. “You're mine. You’ve always been mine.”

His hand slips between us, his thumb rubbing against my clit in torturous waves. My orgasm builds, my heart cracks, tears streaming down my face. I love him. In just a few weeks, he’s made me fall in love with him.

“Sweet baby, so beautiful wrapped around my cock, taking all of me like a good girl, my finger filling your pretty little asshole. I want to claim every inch of you, sweet girl. Are you ready for me to own you forever?”

I bite down on my lip, hesitant to answer. “Yes, King, please.”

His fingers quicken their pace against my clit as my orgasm rushes closer and closer, his cock stiffening even more as he hits a deep spot inside me.

“Tell me how much this pussy likes being wrapped around my cock,” he growls. I feel his words reverberating through my body like an electric shock, a wave of pleasure rushing over me. I surrender to him completely, trembling and convulsing in his arms as he brings me to yet another climax.

"Yes, oh my God, yes, I love the way your cock feels inside of me," I moan uncontrollably.

"More," he commands, teasing my hard nipples with his thumbs, "tell me how much you crave it, how desperate this pussy is for me."

"Mm." A slow burn begins to build within me once again. With King, multiple orgasms seem almost effortless.

"Say it," he urges, twisting one of my nipples and sending a surge of both pain and pleasure through me.

"I love when you fuck me hard and fast and so deep," I whisper obediently.

His lips trail across my face as he continues to thrust into me, leaving a trail of kisses and sucking at my skin. He whispers hotly in my ear, "You belong to me now, baby."

He captures my bottom lip between his teeth and pulls me into a passionate kiss that sets off fireworks throughout my entire body. I arch against him, grinding myself against his solid frame until yet another orgasm builds within me.

“I'm going to lose my mind with you,” he growls in my ear, his hands sliding between us. I feel the pressure building as he strokes his cock, until he explodes in streams of creamy white come on my stomach.

Gasping for air, I watch him with fascination as he revels in his own pleasure. His hand moves through the mess on my belly and swirls it around with his fingers and up to my nipples.

“This is your bed now. You won't be sleeping anywhere else from this day forward,” he declares.

A slow smile spreads across my lips as he peppers me with hot kisses.

“Now, make me happy and play with that soft pink pussy of yours–I want to watch.”

"King–"

He lands a soft slap on my clit, his voice thick with lust as he says, "Don’t disappoint me now, baby."

"King," I whimper, and in response he pulls me on top of him. Every hard inch of his body pressed against mine. "I'm still coming down from the orgasm you just gave me. I’m gonna need help walking in the morning,” I giggle.

"Good." A low growl falls off his lips."And we're just getting started."