12. The Claiming
The Claiming
EMERALD
S urrounded by the dead, I watch him in awe, waiting for him to yell, roar, or shout, but nothing comes.
“Yu ran from me.”
My heart…
“I did…”
“Yu endangered yer life,” he speaks quietly, though his voice might as well be thunder.
I look away, shame crawling up my throat.
“I know.”
He steps forward, growling, still in his Lycan form.
“Yu fergot who yu belong tu.”
I swallow, shivering, panting at the pheromones emanating from his body.
“I didn’t forget.”
He pauses, and his voice drops lower than I’ve ever heard it.
“Then prove it,” he challenges. My breath hitches in my throat, and my pussy clenches. Prove it…?
The words burn in my ears and light a blaze in my gut because the part of me that is too ashamed is bashful to admit to wanting this punishment. Because a part of my body… is scared to say that it aches for his correction… one I haven’t asked for yet crave all the same.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper .
“ Prove. It! You dinna get tu say sorry an’ t’ink it’s enough,” he growls. “I need tu feel it.”
I pant, glancing up at the at the sky, feeling the heat rise up in me.
However, I stomp it down somehow. I don’t want his moment to be drowned out by fever.
I want him to know just how I feel. My heart races, and even though they’re bloody, I feel my palms sweat as I slide to my knees and bow at his feet.
Though my head is bowed, I can’t get rid of the sight of blood that clings to his hands, his chest, and his jaw out of my head. Although none of it is mine, it was spilled for me . Powerful… strong… mine! The mere thought sends chills of ecstasy down my spine.
That alone should make me feel somewhat safe in his presence, but I don’t. His bitter gaze bares down on me, sucking the air from my lungs, the rage boiling within him clear and evident from his aura alone. I don’t blame him… not after what I did.
Though our bond isn’t complete, I knew I shouldn’t have left him, but I allowed my fear of being owned to get the better of me. Murdoch is not like any Alpha… he’s my Alpha… and I should have trusted him…
When he says nothing, I chew my lip, fiddling with my bloody fingers as the silence between us screams louder than any words .
“Say it.” He grips my hair, and I stare up at his mighty Lycan form, juices seeping out of me, panting, licking my lips.
Seeing him like this is too much… the power radiates off him…
his black fur turns ginger with his flame power whipping in the wind, his deep glowing red eyes all-knowing and all-consuming.
I want him to devour me. He tilts my face up to look at him, and the fact that his eyes aren’t soft makes my nipples harden. They’re fire.
“I’m yours.”
“Again.”
“I am yours, Murdoch.”
“Again.”
“ Murdoch is my—” I stammer. “Uhm, Emerald Givin’s Alpha, and I receive him,” I whisper and bite my lip, watching him unsheathe his dick moaning at the sheer size of it… large, long, and dripping cum, causing my heart to sputter. That was in me… how did I not die?
I inhale his pheromones, eyes rolling to the back of my head, feeling high on my man.
Barely able to stand it any longer, I open my mouth to swallow my Alpha whole, listening to the deep growl that shakes the ground as he grasps my head, shoving his dick down my throat.
I don’t resist him… I take my Alpha do wn my throat, gagging, choking… drinking the nut he gives me.
“Take t’at dick like a good wee Omega!” he growls and I whimper, slurping his dick like my life depends on it.
“Bloody feckin’ ’ell yu suck dick so good, precious one!
” He takes my face, fucking my mouth hard, rough, and fast, nut and drool coming down my chin, mixing with the blood of those he’d killed for me, and that just turns me on more.
“UGHNNNN AHHHH UUGNNNN!” I moan, taking everything he gives me.
His growls are wild, and his demand for me untamed. I love it… I love it! I love it! This aggressive, unchained desire for me. I need him… all of him! As he fucks my face, dick bruising my lips. I widen my throat, even though his dick is so wide it burns going down my throat.
When he pulls out of me, drool hanging between us, I gasp, sucking in air. He wastes no time snatching me up and stripping me bare, and I don’t fight him as he grabs my ass with his bloody hands, spreads my cheeks, and shoves his tongue in my ass.
“AHHHHHH!” I scream
“Mmmmmmm!” he grunts, biting my ass hard as fuck, making me arch my back.
“PLEASE! PLEASE! TAKE ME! FUCK ME, MURDOCH!” I beg, dying to have him inside of me! But he ignores me, siding his tongue up my ass and down to my pussy, making me shudder and cum on my Alpha’s tongue, listening to him nastily slurp me up.
“Bare yerself tu me.” he grunts, and I pant, holding my ass cheeks spread and baring my neck to him. I’m ready and prepared to give myself to him because I know this is how we speak. This is how Alphas and Omegas communicate when words fail.
I wait for him to slide that fat thing against my pussy, but I tense up when I feel him line that bulging dick with my asshole.
“Murdoch! Alpha wa?—”
“Silence!” he growls, grasping my hips, and I fist my hand into the dirt as he pops the tip into my asshole, grasping my hips, growling. “FECKKKK!” he grunts and grasps harder, nails biting into my flesh, making my eyes roll back as he once again stakes his claim on me. Punishingly slow.
And by The Source, does my body sing for it.
“MURDOCH! MURDOCH! YESSSSS!” I scream, moaning his name, clawing at the dirt, gasping for air once I finally feel my Alpha bottom out, and I can do nothing but match his rhythm with wild abandon.
“Yer mine,” he snarls against my neck, wrapping his hands tightly around my throat, daring me to say otherwise, but I won’t… I can’t. “Say it.”
“I’M YOURS!” I yell so loud the leaves tremble.
“REPEAT!” he growls, thrusting into me with a force that makes even the trees shudder with envy.
“I’M YOURS! I’M YOURS! I’M YOURS!” I scream.
“ FECKIN’ RIGH’ YU ARE!” he snatches me up by the throat, red eyes glaring at me with fierce need and anger that makes me beg for more.
“PLEASE!” I gasp for air, tears streaming down my cheeks, but he sneers, cocking a brow.
“Please, wat?” he growls
“Forgive me…” I pant, pussy throbbing around his dick and he snorts, grasping my thighs.
“Yer goin’ tu ’ave tu feck me longer an’ harder fer me tu even consider t’at.
” By The Source, please! “Now,” he pauses and flips us over so that he’s on his back, leaving me on top, while placing his rough, calloused hands on my hips.
“Show yer Alpha jus’ how sorry yu are.” he smirks, making me pant. Shit… I fucked up.