Chapter 9
M alachi
I pounded into Emmeline in a relentless burst of power made of her sweet body taking mine and the need to mark her inside and out. My lips found her ear.
“I need to come so I can get you the fuck out of here, but I swear I’ll take time to do this right once we’re home. I’ll worship every part of your incredible body.”
She nodded and tipped her head back, giving me free rein to let my body do what it needed.
It didn’t take long.
Around us, men watched or groaned through injuries I’d given them. One I’d throat punched to the floor coughed, bent over, but still working his dick at the sight of us. I bared my teeth.
“Take your eyes off what’s mine.”
He jerked away.
I came back to Emmeline and kissed her. “Mine. Mine forever. This is the start.”
She opened her beautiful brown eyes. “Yours,” she agreed.
Her agreement was my trigger, and my climax hit me like a ton of bricks. I thrust hard into her and came.
She moaned long and low. I loved the sound. I loved her.
A siren wailed again, followed by the clank of doors unlocking. It was over. Our claiming was the last one.
There was no telling me twice.
I lifted Emmeline, keeping inside her with my dick still hard, and carried her through the basement to the exit. The clubs’ neon-pink lights flooded the night and the car park. Through the corridor, skeleton crew hollered as we passed, not the first of the claimed couples to leave but the best.
Outside, a crowd catcalled and whooped in the cold November air. The party atmosphere had shifted up a degree to a frenzy. Luckily, no one dared get in our way.
My car was already open with the skeleton crew’s enforcer beside it. He handed me my keys. “Congratulations to the happy couple.”
I fucking ignored him, too, carrying Emmeline around the passenger side. My grey t-shirt waited on the seat, and I reluctantly pulled out of her and tugged the shirt over her head.
“You’re so beautiful.”
Her eyes rounded, so pretty and so bright with emotion. “You are as well.”
I didn’t want to let her go, fighting the most compelling urge to keep her on me, to be in her. Likewise, she clung to my arms.
“I’ll drive fast,” I promised.
Emmeline gave a shaky nod and let me buckle her in. Then I closed her door, tucked myself away, and rounded to my side.
Another cheer went up. A burst of pride filled me.
“Fucking claimed,” I roared to the onlookers, getting a fresh wave of feverish applause and hollers.
In the driver’s seat, with my engine already on and the heat going, I didn’t take the trouble of finding my shoes. Instead, I hit the accelerator and sped us away.
The night had been incredible. Against all the odds, I’d got exactly what I wanted.
This was only the start.
I was already obsessed with Emmeline but had to walk the tightrope of bringing her on that journey with me. If I went in too hard, I’d scare her. If I didn’t show enough, her need for me might wane and, at the end of the thirty days, she’d leave me.
I wore my heart on my sleeve, so I wasn’t sure I could give her anything but the truth.
I had to hope I’d do it slowly enough not to drive her away.